The Cross of Venus

I'm a bitch, I'm a tease, I'm a goddess on my knees...

The old Meridith Brooks tune cut off as Tom turned off his car. I asked, "I've always wanted to know what she meant by that... She's powerful being that's been knocked to her knees, or she gives excellent blowjobs?"

"Why not both?" said Tom as we walked into the mall.

Tom and I were college roommates. We were headed to see the latest __________________ flick. As we walked through the mall, I noticed how the girls looked at him. Never me. Always him. And no wonder. He was tall and fit, with blue eyes and black hair with a hint of a wave to it. He wore a white button down shirt and dark jeans. I, on the other hand, was slightly below average height, and something of an underweight geek. Tom was slender, I was skinny.

As we got on the escalator up to the theater, Rob looked up and said quietly, "The cross of Venus."

I looked up where he was looking. A girl was near the top of the escalator. The sun was glancing down through the skylight, side-lighting her. The curves of her legs and butt cast shadows in the shape of a cross.

"You sound almost reverent when you say that."

"I am. If you treated women as if they have a bit of the Goddess in them, perhaps you could get a girl."

"Me? no!"

"Yes, you. You could start with Sophie. She fancies you, you know."

We had reached the top of the escalator, and stopped dead.

The theater was nowhere to be seen. Instead, we stood on a hilltop. It looked like something from a Maxfield Parrish painting. Fluffy white clouds in a bright blue sky. A row of marble pillars wreathed in ivy led to a chair, no, a throne, really. And on it was a woman the likes of which I have never seen. She was nothing like the San Antonio girls I'd grown up with. Dark skinned and raven haired, she somehow glowed with an inner light. She stood up, and walked towards us.

"Welcome!" she said, in a voice like dark honey.