By Jay Brida
Her wet, shiny, red lips went to work.
"It's different when I kiss women," she said to seemingly overeager eyes. "Softer. Fuller. And the nipples...mee-owww."
She knew the game. Men love this story, she thought. They need to feel emasculated by their fear, the deep mystery of women. Masochist. The man peppered her with the kind of tittering questions kids in frat houses use when they titter to drunk sorority sisters.
"Is it better?"
"No. Just different. Well..."she put on with a purr. "Sometimes..."
"You ever had a threesome?"
"What do you think?"
"You see anyone here you'd do?"
"Sure. There's always someone. That's the point."
"What would you do?"
"Oh, I dunno," her finger rolled coyly around the rim of her glass. "Maybe escape to the ladies' room for a minute..."
"Yeah?"
"Well, go to the ladies' room, I'd grab her hair and," Mary half-heartedly pulled two hands toward her crotch.
Mary's eyes bounced around the room. She felt uninspired. This was just for drinks. For kicks. To get the guy thinking there was this remote possibility he could be doing it with her and some other woman.
It's getting duller every week, she sighed to herself. Or at least they are.
Right before she decided on the guy who offered her coke, she looked into the mirror behind the bar. Soon, she thought to herself, these looks will go. These tits will sag. I'll have to opt out of the vamp game, just when I understand it. It's a fucking shame. I'm getting good.
"Hey sugar, let's blow," she said and blew him a kiss.
A man with fiery eyes nodded and gave Mary a half-smile of indulgence.
2nd Ed available soon. |
