A peck

You have to rise up a bit on your toes to reach her mouth. The kiss is quick, but soft. She cups your butt in her hand briefly, for that instant you are floating. Then it ends and the two of you make your way to the subway. The ride isn’t long. She jabbers the entire time about how much she hates the new girl, Crystal. She is apparently sleeping with the owner. A flash of memory of Crystal when she says the name. Long platinum blonde dreads with gem like beads woven in. Skin pale like snow, just the hint of pink showing through. Perfect body, skilled dancer, good kisser, you can remember the feeling of her tongue inside of you. “I don’t know. I think she’s nice.” You say finally shutting her rant down.

“That’s because you are a slut.” She says flatly, but the smile in her eyes tells you she is not being hurtful. You smack her playfully. She refuses to apologize. A large man pushes past the two of you on his way to the door. His lingering smell ends the mood. She starts laughing the moment he walks out the door.

The club is the next stop. The man at the door is kinda fat but obviously very strong. He greets you both with a wide smile. You learn her name is Victoria. Another Vikki, strange, perhaps it means something. You also learn your name is Alex, and just that, it isn’t short for anything, and not a nickname either. As you hear it you remember your dad admitting one day he gave you the name because he was certain you were a boy when you were born. Your mom just said it was a cute story but you don’t know the truth of it all.

You take your place behind the bar and Victoria heads further into the club. To your surprise the men at the club treat you with more respect than you would have guessed and by the end of the night you have $300 in tips, 3 phone numbers you never plan to call, and a few drinks. 2am comes faster than you expected. You don’t know exactly what you were expecting, but this wasn’t it, not exactly. This was just a night at work. A good job it might seem, but hardly a life anyone would dream of, make wishes and use magic to get. It would seem that while you live with and probably occasionally sleep with Victoria, the two of you aren’t dating. Several times she tries to get you to talk to someone, or try to get someone to fuck you. Your best guess is the former you was in fact extremely depressed, bipolar or something similar. Several times throughout the shift you get compliments on your positive mood.

The night over, Victoria smiles, “Hey, I’m going to spend the night at Jimmy’s place. He offered to pay for an Uber so you don’t have to ride the subway if you want.”

Crystal is standing nearby now dressed in leather, another odd similarity, she calls over, “There’s room on the back of my bike if you want a ride?”

Victoria whispers, “Go ahead, fuck her brains out.”

They all are looking at you, Jimmy has his phone out, “So I’m not ordering a ride then?”