It isn't David. That's for sure.

Glimmer feels guilty washing herself in the shower—this was the closest she had been to David, and she was washing it away. The heat from the shower rose to her cheeks as she felt the blush pinken her fair cheeks. Her heart was still racing, and the voices she heard in her head were David’s… even the phantom sensation of his thrusting remained in her head.

First came guilt, then it was lust… she thought about touching herself at the thought of being with David, but the horrible reality of a new visit was making her stomach do flips. Too many flips to focus on what never happened.

After drying off, she quickly applied makeup—dark eyeshadow, long liner, and carefully stuck on lashes. Her lips were glossy and pink. She regarded herself carefully in the mirror, imagining that it was David. It made the process seem personal. But a little nagging voice echoed in the back of her mind. “It’s Alexander…”

She slips into a black dress, the back bare, and forgoes a bra and panties as she makes sure her toenails aren’t chipped.

While waiting, she took a few shots of schnapps. A bitter aftertaste after an aggressive punch of sweet peach. After that, she took a few more. “I hope she doesn’t barge in,” her mind felt slow; she’d drunk too much on an empty stomach. Her obsession with David blocked most thoughts, but Two Trick coming back during the session might be awkward, and she couldn’t fathom the concept of explaining to whomever she was.

KNOCK KNOCK

The sound of knocking brought her back— she’d been hollow-eyed, staring at the bottle. She closed it and tucked the shot glass somewhere where it couldn’t be seen easily.

“Hello. I am Glimmer,” she whispered, marching towards the door. “Hello. Hello. Hello…”

Her computer was silent for someone new, so she figured for a brief moment it was Two Trick and swung it open.

It wasn’t him.

Sevens stood instead. Tall and bulging, his jeans were covered in old stains, and his hoodie covered his torso—a sponsored jacket with brands and locations rolling up and down his sleeves.

His sneakers were torn and stained as well. Blood, she supposed, dyed by the strangest discoloration. His patchy beard was trimmed, but his hair was messier than it had been that time, looking like it had been stowed in his helmet until just before getting here.

Despite herself, she liked how he carried himself. Sexy— even she wouldn’t deny that. Her mind spun, however. Buzzing with drink, swirling with a lover she’d spent more time crying over than fucking.

“Sevens,” she gasps.

“Glimmer,” he smirked, pulling a cord and battery from his front pouch. She caught it, “You need these?” Then, a wall adapter with a built-in cord.

“Thank you,” she said. There were no questions about these things.

“I got this, too. It’s just a bonus for letting Two Trick come and crash here,” he pulled something else from his pocket. This time, his jeans. He threw it at her, and she caught it as well. A flash drive was in her hands with a head jack. “Might like it.”

“Thanks?” She said, setting it down on the counter.

“Got dolled up for me?” Sevens look at her, up and down. Impressed with how she was. He could see, without looking hard, that she had no bra on. “Ready for another?”

She glanced down. Then at him. She wouldn’t have a fraction of this, but… she’d pretend she knew who was coming to first her. This was her job… and Sevens was a client…

Glimmer smirked, matching his sultry expression. “I owe you now. Don’t I? A girl shouldn’t leave a boy who gifted her such things.”

“I paid good, too,” he says, reaching behind his jeans pocket. Pulling out a wad of cash. “And still gives a tip, too.”

Her eyes trace the wad and bite her lower lip, not having to act surprised. “‘You don’t have to tip, babe.”

“Making sure you know what happens when you’re on my good side,” he winks and leans against her counter.

“I’d like to see the bad side,” she teased, but his eyes shifted slightly like a warning that said otherwise. His bad aide killed, maimed, tortured— and everything else she didn’t want to think about.

“Been thinking of this mouth of yours,” he says, placing a thumb on her lower lip. She takes it gingerly and sucks on it. “And all the things it can do…”

His skin tastes salty— but not exactly dirty like she thought it was going to… then the room spins, and she stumbles on nothing. Sevens lifts a brow curiously. He leans closer and sighs. “You’re drunk.”

“I haven’t taken a client entirely sober in a while now,” Glimmer meets his gaze, trying to get the room to stop spinning. “Even our first time, I hadn’t come in without sipping a Woo Hoo…”

Sevens wipes his thumb on his jeans and reaches for an old-fashioned billfold, or wallet. What people used to use to keep cards and money at the ready— the days before on-the-spot neural networks and links were science fiction.

He provided small, purple, reflective pills—they looked like candy. “I’m fine,” she says, spotting the medicine to sober her up.

“I’ll just tell your employer I showed up to a drunk whore then.”

Glimmer takes the back and rolls her eyes. She fishes out a bottle of water from her refrigerator and pops two pills into her mouth. Almost immediately, she realizes something is not right. “What was that?” Saliva starts flowing— and her knees begin to buckle. The room becomes bright, and the spinning in her head becomes increasingly more pronounced. “Sevens— what— how— that wasn’t medicine.”

“No,” he said. “Now you’re not just buzzed either.”

Glimmer falls to her bed, her eyes close tightly as she places her hands on her temples. “Christ— what is that?” Her speech slurs, and saliva spills from her mouth. She feels… retarded, unable to speak.

“You’re fine,” Sevens is working on his belt, and his words make her feel fine.

“I’m fine?” She smiles, nods, and understands that it is fine. “I’m fine. Thanks.”

She accepts the blatant lie and struggles back to an upright position. Sevens had never looked so good, and his voice sounds… sounds so lovely. She thanks him again. “All better,” she murmurs, replacing his steady hands with her trembling ones. Glimmer could be this deaf, blind, any environment— undoing jeans…

Her mouth isn’t the only thing drooling… She's growing wetter than ever. Almost as moist as when she woke up.

“It’s too bad I don’t have enough time to stay around longer. But I have somewhere else to be in almost 30 minutes.“

Glimmer tugs his pants down to above his knees— his under being pulled with it. His length and heavy package sag down in view. She licks her lips and bites her lower lip. There’s no time wasted… already she spits and rubs him stiff. “You’re going to leave me?”

“Just here to break a sweat, babydoll. I’ll come back later,” Sevens rubs her cheek lovingly. His smirk is handsome and sexy. Glimmer thinks anyway, pumping away, feeling his hardness fill her palms.