Seduced

The crime scene was Cobo Hall where I attended the annual show; minding my business, dressed in a suit, flirtatious NOT at the car expo. A beautiful orchid centerpiece oozed pollen o’er table and chair, while across from me a salesman sat, an accomplis in the affair. He distracted me from the temptress as her rouge lathered my hand. I tried to wipe it clean but the mess did only expand. That night I checked into Motel Six where I noticed all were staring. The bathroom mirror did solve the crime and showed me I was wearing orchid pollen on cheeks and brow, orange streaks from the sick cabal, for today I’d been seduced by a fetching femme fatale.