A meeting of minds

   He padded into the room, paused and glanced at the people that stared back at him with baleful looks. Three strangers, his mistress and a shadowy figure in an alcove who he couldn’t quite make out. His olfactory senses informed him of the charged atmosphere. Mingled with the familiar aroma of sex and pheromones were undertones of apprehension, even a little fear. The perfumes worn by them did little to hide the musk of sweat and aroused glandular activity. His nose told him of these things and it never lied.

Two women sat on the red leather settee. A blond haired woman, dressed in some sort of loose gown printed in gaudy colours sat nearest the door. She it was who exuded the apprehension. Her discomfort was apparent in the tiny beads of sweat that broke out over her top lip. He sensed the heat of her body it wasn’t a healthy temperature.

The other woman was much younger, probably in her teens. Perfume masked most of her signature, but he was able to determine that she had recently ovulated, perhaps only finished this morning. Her hair looked grey to his monochromatic eyes and, like her hair, there was nothing remarkable about her to see.

The other stranger was nursing a drink with ice in a glass. He stood against the fake fire breast, feigning a look of nonchalance, but it was quite plain that he was also emotionally charged.
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