Authors: Michael Malflic
As Tiff offered “Big ones,
wanna
to see?”
She said letting go and dropping back to the ground, her hand already starting to raise her shirt.
“Of course I do, but not here.”
Vincent replied.
Not missing a beat she replied with “Ok, come with me to the ladies room”
Not
at all kidding as she took Vincent’s hand. She
loved her chest and the piercings gave her another reason to flaunt them to anyone remotely interested.
While Christy and Beth continued their conversation about the cretins at the other end of the bar, Tiffany and Vincent disappeared toward the hall at the back of the restaurant.
Vincent was far from shy and had seen more than his fair share of naked women up close and personal, so why not one more.
So
Steph
brought the pair’s drinks over to Sam & Steve’s end of the bar luring the remaining couple into small talk mixed with mindless banter.
Something primitive in Steve was awakened by Stephanie’s presence, he found himself lusting after her like a confused school boy.
“You make such a cute couple!”
Steph
began.
“Thanks, we hang out on Sundays.”
Samantha answered not committing to their status one way or another.
At the far end of the bar Christy finished her wine moving on to her second glass.
Beth gulped hers down in a most unladylike manner to keep up.
“We’re not a couple” Steve responded, as usual unaware of any romantic intentions on Samantha’s part; she wondered to herself if she hadn’t made herself obvious to this usually distracted man.
“Did you see the game?” he continued, not imagining that it was actually not possible to watch.
“No, I was working, but sometimes I get to work at the Hooters lounge at the stadium.”
Steve was amazed, women like her didn’t usually talk to him, well unless he was a customer at somewhere like Hooters.
In defense of women everywhere it was not their fault, Steve was unlikely to start any conversation with a woman unless she had a visible high tech graphing calculator or abacus.
Small talk with the intent of advancing the conversation was simply a skill he doesn’t possess.
Meanwhile, Tiffany was standing half in front of Vincent and half in front of a mirror ogling and positioning herself and her beloved piercings in all her glory.
“Very nice, I love the black barbells.” Vincent reassured her.
Tiffany like the praise but could have cared less.
“Thanks, I got them in Vegas.” She said looking Vincent straight in the eye as he said,
“
Ok we’d better get out of here.”
“No!” Tiffany said in a defiant manner “Come on Vince, give me a little pinch.”
With that Vincent reached out, Tiffany aiding in the process placing her chest in his hand.
“Use two hands, the other one’s lonely”
Vincent of course obliged.
“Umm,” Tiff murmured “now take the nipples and give them a good squeeze.”
Vincent teased lightly touching and tracing before flicking the barbells playfully before placing a thumb and fore finger just past the piecing pressing his finger together.
“Harder” Tiffany said in a heaving breathy low voice.
Vincent pinched with bone crushing force as she swooned, her knees becoming like Jell-O.
As Tiff & Vincent emerged from the long hallway that led from the ladies room,
Nadrea
was finding her way to the bar, her scent of musk and sex still wafting in the air along the path she had just taken, turning men’s heads and causing women to become defensive and defend their companions as she called for a Citrus Martini from halfway across the room.
Christy and Beth couldn’t help but notice her as she joined the group at the other end of the bar.
“Looks like a hooker.” Christy began “and oh look, Neanderthal man is back” she continued as she got her first good looks at Vincent from the front as he walked behind Tiffany enjoying every stride she took while she sported lethal high beams for the entire bars enjoyment.
“He’s really built though”
Beth
added.
“But he probably lives in his mommy’s basement,”
Christy was not impressed.
“Probably a mindless construction worker, smelly and uncultured”
then
turning her attention back to
Nadrea
who was in the process of greeting each of the group with a hug or a kiss.
Had
Nadrea
not joined the otherwise undesirables at the other end Christy would have still had an equal disdain for
her.
As
Nadrea
finally got to Steve she could feel his discomfort.
His nervousness was palpable.
She relished the ability to intimidate someone, especially a man.
So her kiss lingered, toying playfully with his hair with one hand, the other dragging her nails slowly across his back.
As she released her embrace Steve went from nervous to
terrified
.
“Quit it before he dies from the excitement,” Vincent called out to
Nadrea
embarrassing Steve even more.
Steve was not only now
afraid of
Nadrea
, but of how Vincent was going to react. He didn’t realize that Vincent could have cared less.
“Jealous Vin?”
Nadrea
asked playfully now pressing a retreating Steve against the bar, the edge of the trim leaving a straight red line on his skin underneath his shirt.
Vincent responded “No, have him anyway you like.”
Nadrea
grinning and watching
“So where were you?” she had no intention of doing anything with Steve other than scaring him.
“We were…” Tiffany began.
“..In back” Vincent finished her sentence.
Nadrea
noticed how Vincent had finished someone else’s sentence.
Before adding “
Mmm
, using my imagination”
Nadrea
giggled.
Isn’t she delightful?” pausing again.
“Hope you didn’t wear him out, dear.”
Nadrea
stated the last part for the world as a way of marking a territory that she didn’t necessarily care if she exclusively retained.
She reached behind Steve “Finally.”
her one hand was toying with Steve’s ear, taking her drink from the bartender with other.
Stepping back from Steve who was worried what she was going to do next, but
Nadrea
had grown tired of him and his discomfort.
He was in truth little more than a novelty to her, a minor diversion.
She greeted Tiffany with a long kiss. “Maybe I can help you with those later.”
Nadrea
said grazing her hand across Tiffany’s erect nipples and piercings.
She approached Vincent who was settling back into his place at the bar, as she stepped into him sideways going to put her body against him Vincent stepped away but placed a hand on her arm as he went toward the far end of the group only collecting his drink before heading back to where he was seconds before.
“Prick.”
Nadrea
had grown tired of Vincent’s stepping away from her on his own
whim,
her irritation was greeted with his laugh.
The color was slowly returning to Steve’s face while Tiffany and
Steph
chatted away and
Nadrea
was already ordering a second drink while Samantha was taking it all in and Vincent was watching the hostess from a distance.
He wasn’t watching her as a sexual object, but how she was greeting the guests, handling the
dialogue.
Meanwhile at the far end of the bar the bitch laden conversation continued.
Mostly by Christy about social classes and dignity and other things that were not typically light bar room banter among friends.
Beth joined in, but she unlike her companion did find Vincent attractive.
She was by no means in the same league as some of Vincent’s crowd, but unlike Christy she wasn’t above a hot little tryst or an occasional one
nighter
.
In that sense Beth was perfectly normal.
Drinks were refilled and a few minutes after seven Robert and Donna entered.
The Husker wore shorts, a wrinkled shirt and mussed hair.
Donna wore a T-Shirt, her hair pulled back revealing a face that had seen a little too much sun during the day, ponytail strung through the opening in a baseball cap.
As the pair made their way to the bar Robert spotted Christy and began in that direction while Donna bee lined to
Nadrea
and company.
As the Husker sauntered through the moderately crowded room, Beth turned to Christy and asked, “Why is she here?”
Smirking Christy returned her question with “That’s
Roberts
new hole.” whispering for fear of being overheard.
“Do you know who she is?” Beth asked hoping the pause would find a way to state the obvious.
Beth whispered “She’s a pro.”
Christy stunned “A hooker no way.”
Beth whispered as Robert approached “No, not a hooker, She works for the other party and consults for a few defense strategy think tanks.”
Beth concluded right as Robert approached.
Varying States of intoxication, arousa
l
, sobriety and cluelessnes
s ensued. So as Robert ushered Christy and Beth to the end of the bar they had just been ridiculing. Tiffany and
Steph
had begun to take up with Steve, who was intoxicated not from any beverage by their mere presence,
Nadrea
carried on with Donna as Christy silently declared war on the pair. Vincent, as could have been predicted was making the rounds through the group going from woman to woman to chat and then moving to the next and back around again. Robert drank coffee like the addict he was and
shortly after the entire menagerie came together Samantha slipped away like a ghost in the twilight of the evening.
Finally the awkward moment came as the other conversations shifted from person to person eventually leaving Christy and Donna standing across from each other.
“How’s Mommy?” Donna
ask
.
“Pardon?”
Christy replied, offended that a woman who she had met earlier in the day was so obvious as to ask about her family. They had never even had a conversation she thought this to be a sign of weakness and a pathetic attempt to manipulate her feeling about her rival.
Donna let the odd silence continue for a moment before “Look, don’t play dumb.” As she placed Christy’s cell phone records for the day on the bar.
“So how is MOMMY?”
Christy immediately knew she was busted and surmised what she had already suspected from earlier in the day…it was
all the
bitch’s fault.
The new phone number, the disappearance, the missing time, the hell that had been her day on Friday.
The cause of all of her eroded influence, her diminished control and the change in routine. It was all her fault. Christy gave the only response she could “None of your Damn business.” Donna just grinned and made her way to the next conversation, Christy crumpled up the phone records in disgust tossed them just short of the trash can behind the bar.