It was a loud night at the local pub the day before New Year’s Eve, in a world where pubs still had loud nights and people actually exited their residences. She had asked you to come join her for a few drinks, and as she turned around at the bar, holding two pints in her hands, she smiled widely and said: “Which drink will you choose? The one in my left hand holds a potion that will make this bad dream end for all of us, allowing the world to go back to normal and the humankind to continue as a more loving, tolerant and supporting community. The one in my left hand holds all the pseudo truths about the governments’, secret societies’ and extra-terrestrials’ attempts to control us using the most minute yet crucial vessels. Also, it’s cat piss. No matter which drink you choose, I wish you all the best for the new year and hope that it will be a better one for you, your family, and your loved ones.”
“What do you mean you don’t know how to fix it?” she asked and smirked at the poor boy, for he was a boy still, not much over 20 and fairly unexperienced in the catering business. That’s why he had jumped at the first chance to get a trainee position in one of the shady joints in the next town. “You broke my antique chair”, the woman continued and leaned back in her chair. “So, we have three options, really. Either you fix it, which you said you cannot do. Or you buy me a replacement piece, which we all know you can’t afford. Or… I will make you my chair. Now get down on all fours!” she commanded and kicked the boy in the back of his knee. The woman laughed when the boy gasped in surprise as his body collapsed on the floor. The woman sat over his back and rocked her hips from side to side slowly to get comfortable on her new chair. “I did tell you that I’m not bossy… I’m the boss. There’s a difference. And I bet you understand it now”, she grinned and started to sip her afternoon tea, just in time before the early evening crowd.
Ever since she had gotten up that morning, she had had that specific tingly feeling inside her. Anxious for her husband to come back home from work, she hadn’t even been able to cook a proper meal. “Dining in and eating out… that gives me an idea…” she thought to herself and went to her lingerie chest. After rummaging through her selection of lacy little things, most of them being gifts from her husband, she set her mind on a white number that was one of her new favourites. “Today he’ll get to enjoy something rich and creamy. This will go perfectly with the pearl necklace he gave me”, she giggled to herself. When she heard the front door open and close, she tiptoed to the dining room and positioned herself on the table. “Hi, honey, I got us Chinese on the way home…” her husband started to say but then dropped the paper bag and just stared at her. “Let me remind you in case you don’t already know… dining out can happen down below”, she said with a wink.
It had been a while since she last had the whole afternoon just for herself. No scheduled meetings, no need to think about anyone else, simply no plans. She smiled as she sat down on the soft fur she had placed in front of the fireplace. She leaned against her fortress of pillows and started to go through her pile of unread romance novels. “What’s this one about…?” she mumbled to herself as she started to read the back of one of her books. The suggestive expressions caught her attention and she started to read the novel from the beginning. At one point, her free hand wandered down along her body, making her silky dress slip over one curve and curl up over the other. Without even realizing it, she was gradually undressing herself while her eyes devoured the racy story of the book. She hadn’t remembered to close the living room curtains, so the old man next door might have gotten an interesting show if he happened to be out on his yard at the right time.
Her eyes were the shade of turquoise that reminded the beholder of the vast Pacific early in the morning when the rising sun turns the entire ocean into diamonds. But behind her eyes lay another sea, a secret one with water much murkier than what her ocean eyes led to believe. For a long time, she had felt as if cold chains were tightening around her, holding her still, but now the sea inside her was rising. Soon it would break the chains and discharge its icy water into her veins, unravelling her and melting her into liquid diamonds. Someday the sun would cast its warm rays on her and she would dissolve in the sky.
Chain lingerie: BouBouKi – Corona Earrings: Maxi Gossamer – Kirenna Teardrop Pearl Rings: Yummy – Justine Rings Nails: Empire – Stiletto Nails Eyes: Euphoric – Beverly Eyes Eyeliner: Mila – Flash Winged Eyeliner Eyelashes: Mila – Night Out Lashes Lipstick: Mila – Royalty Lip Gloss (Red) Hair: Stealthic – Plush Head: Genus Project – Genus Head – Classic Face W001 Ears: L’Etre – Basic mesh ears Body: Slink Hourglass Nipples: VAW – XTC Nipples Skin: Mila – Vanessa Ivory Pose: Foxcity – Breezy-1
She had noticed the new bartender as soon as the man had started working in the same trashy bar as she. The man’s biceps bulged in his two sizes too small shirt when he grabbed the shaker to mix drinks. Something else bulged too, in the barkeep’s jeans, and it left little to the imagination. “Either a couple of socks rolled up in there to get better tips from the ladies or… he’s just naturally well-endowed. Either way, I’m going to find out tonight”, she thought to herself as she picked up her last tips from the floor. She didn’t bother to cover herself up, the man had already seen her almost naked during the half a dozen lap dances she had given that night. “Hey, Leo, be a sweetheart and give me a Sex on the beach”, the girl said with a giggle as she hopped onto the bar, her perky breasts bouncing rhythmically. “I’ll give you much more than that if you want to”, the bartender said with a grin. That night neither of them went home. The little couch in the backroom proved to be surprisingly comfortable, especially since they didn’t even intend to sleep on it. “Definitely not socks…” she girl mumbled as the sun started to cast its first rays into the dusty backroom. “Huh?” the man asked with a puzzled look on his face and got nothing but playful giggling in return.
The first thing the man noticed when he opened his eyes was the uptight looking blonde sitting on a stool next to the bed. The next thing was the chains that rattled around the man’s wrists and ankles as they connected him to the hardwood frame of the bed. “Wakey, wakey…” the ice queen said with a chilling grin. “You’re a heavy sleeper.” The man looked around, seeing all sorts of gadgets hanging on the walls and scattered around the room. Most of them he didn’t even recognize, but he was no stranger to whips and paddles. “Ugh… Where am I?” the man asked hesitantly, his mouth dry, his throat sore. “Of course you don’t remember how eager you were to get into my pants last night”, the blonde replied and played with the little zippers in her dress. “With all that booze and whatnot… I’m surprised that you can even form sentences.” The woman got up, her long blonde braid swaying from side to side as she climbed on the bed and straddled the chained man. She grabbed a leather belt and let it slide through the palms of her hands before tightening it. “You said that you wanted to play… You practically begged for it… so let’s play!”
As always, she had been late for work. Her make-ups and outfit options were scattered all over the dressing room. “Curtain in two minutes!” a strict voice announced from somewhere behind the half-opened door. She quickly slipped into her pink outfit and looked herself in the mirror one last time. Taking a deep breath, she leaned against the cold wooden wall and said to herself: “You’re ready. You can do this.” The noises of the audience intensified as she stepped onto the stage and waited for the curtains to open, uniting her with the crowd. The first beats of the sultry jazz number that she had heard a hundred times gave her the much needed confidence and she started to move her hips to the rhythm.
She walked into the dusky lounge with determination in her steps. Leaning against the bar, she sighed and waved at nothing in particular.
“I’m here to meet someone…” she uttered, her voice saturated with frustration and anxiety. “I don’t know where he is. Do you have like… different sections here for people of…?” she started to ask but after giving the place a quick inspection decided to suck her words back into her mouth.
“What would you like to have?” the girl behind the counter asked with an indifferent voice, never raising her eyes from the highball glass she was polishing.
“A vodka martini. And make it a naughty one”, the lady replied idly and tapped the wooden surface of the bar with her stiletto nails.
“A naughty martini? What’s that? Are you sure you don’t mean “dirty martini?” I’m sure that’s what you meant”, the bartender said and drew the quotation marks in the air with her right index and middle fingers, causing the blonde to turn her head towards her.
“No. A naughty martini. Don’t you know who I am?! A naughty martini is a martini with a splash of sex. Named after me.”
The girl behind the bar rolled her eyes.
“Whatever you say…” she mumbled and poured some gin into a cocktail shaker.