He stays and she arrives

"Damn, damn, damn," he curses as he drinks down the new cocktail. It's surprisingly good. Woodsy and strong.

"That's an Old Timber," Max says. "I thought you'd enjoy something with a bit of a kick."

Jeff needed the distraction, so as they wait the conversation turns to drinks. It's like sitting in the basement of a house pretending everything is normal while tornado sirens blare outside. he practically jumps when he hears the front door open. It's just two customers, a man and a woman, stumbling in. They're both clearly already half in the bag and order beers and shots. They head to a corner booth and begin making out. Jeff feels a little relieved. More customers will hopefully reduce the chance of Lucy making a scene. Maybe.

And that's when the tornado arrives. The door to Gestalt flies open and Lucy barges in. "How could you?" she starts without even a hello. She makes a beeline straight to Jeff. He's not only caught off guard by her entrance but also what she's wearing. Lucy's hair and makeup are fully done up like she's out for a night on the town. There's no sign that she's spent the last hour crying. Her body is cloaked within a fancy bright red overcoat that ends right before her knees. Jeff was familiar with it because she made him buy it for her when she whined about not having anything for a cold night at the opera. There's an inch of skin between sheer, black thigh highs that are clearly held up by garters. On her feet, she's wearing tall heels in a red that matches her coat and lipstick. She didn't always dress up, but when she did she was always incredibly sexy. Like right now.

"How could you let Max hear everything I said?" Lucy declares loud enough for anyone in the bar to hear above the jukebox. Clearly, his hope that other people in the bar would reduce the chances of her making a scene was wrong.

"What?" Jeff is so confused by the accusation, "you're the one who asked Will to be on speakerphone. I told you we were in public."

Will simply sips his drink and pretends not to be watching. Max is at the end of the bar. He's watching the entire scene. The couple couldn't care about anything else happening in the bar.

She slams her purse on the bar. That was odd. She rarely ever carried a purse. "Hi Will," she whispers as if she wasn't just whining at Jeff and then sits on the other side of Jeff. She glances at Max and then dramatically looks at the bar covering her eyes from him. "I can't even order a drink thanks to you. I'm so ashamed."

Jeff sighs. "Max, can you get her an amaretto sour and let her know you aren't judging her." He takes her hand and immediately regrets doing so. As he does she gives him the biggest, warmest eyes. "Lucy, we all know you're upset and hurt. We know you didn't mean any of it. And, ugh, I'm sorry, but..."

Lucy quickly pulls her hand free and places a finger on Jeff's lips to hush him. "Shhh, don't say anything else because" she pauses dramatically, "you're wrong." Her lips are parted as if she's in mid-sentence and waiting to say more. A long moment passes until finally Max slides the Amaretto sour in front of her. The second Max leans in with the drink she loudly finishes her thought. "I meant everything I said on the call. I was okay with Will knowing that I'd do anything for you because I already let him fuck me for you." Her eyes flash to the left and glance past Jeff at Will who's trying very hard to look like he isn't listening. Max has not moved from leaning into the conversation.

"You didn't fuck Will for me," Jeff says with a growl against Lucy's finger still pressing against his lips.

"Shhh," she says and slides her finger along his lips until her palm is flat on his cheek. Holding his face. "It's okay, Jeffrey, I understand now. I'm humiliated, but I know that's what you want. Isn't it?"

"No, Lucy, what I want..."

She doesn't let him finish. Instead, she turns to Max, who's still rudely listening, and declares "it's true Max. All of it. I'm Jeff's slut. Sex ****. I'll do anything for him. Anything."

"Lucy, stop this," Jeff commands.

"No, man, it's fine," Max replies leaning in a little more. "So when you come in here to drink I can ask 'what do you want to drink, slut." He chuckles.

Lucy smiles and stands up. "No, you need to say 'Jeff's slut'," She turns to Jeff again. "And, as I said, I understand now. You want me to feel humiliated. It excites you to know I'd do anything for you. And, honey bunny, I want you to be happy." She steps back. Jeff is speechless. "And you asked me to come here to prove I'll do anything for you."

"Technically," Will finally says now fully engaged with whatever it is Lucy is planning. "He didn't say where you should meet to prove it."

Lucy's smile turns into a bigger grin. She's clearly happy to now have the attention of all three men. "Technically, Will, he didn't tell me not to come down here."

That was true. He never said "don't come here" but she didn't exactly give him a chance. Jeff is weirdly excited but also terrified. Especially when Lucy turns her back to the men and crosses the bar to the couple at the table. "Hi there," she says, "you're such a cute couple!" The couple breaks their make-out session and looks up at the attractive woman standing above their table. "Listen, I don't want to mess with your night, but I'm about to prove to my boyfriend that I'm his sex ****. I'm going to have Max over there close the bar early. You're totally welcome to stay if you want, but thought you know."

"Oh," the woman says "that sounds interesting" she looks at her partner. "Should we stay?"

"Can we keep making out?"

She simply giggles and they go back to making out. Lucy says, "I guess you're staying," and turns back toward Jeff and Will.

Max is already at the front door. He heard everything and didn't need to wait for Lucy to tell him. He's already flipped off the neon, locked the door, and turned around the closed sign.

Lucy stands in the middle of the bar. Jeff is still speechless. She starts unbuttoning the coat. "Are you happy with me yet? Are you happy I shamed myself by telling those strangers I'm your sex ****?" She shrugs her shoulders. It falls to a heap on the floor revealing her body. Under the coat, she's dressed in a body harness with her breasts and vagina completely exposed. Jeff was familiar with the harness. He bought it for her and she wore it for him exactly once. She always said, "I don't see the point in putting on a costume if we're just going to fuck." Although her libido was superhuman she didn't like wasting time getting to the act. Now here she was in the middle of a bar wearing the harness for him.

Will and Max have their eyes locked on her. Even the couple has paused making out and they're both staring at her ass cheeks framed by the harness straps.

"So," she says, "how do I prove myself, sweetie?"