She arrives all right.

As you sip on your cocktail and the night drags on, you deny advances from men and women alike, you begin to lose hope that Vicky will ever show, until she does. She sits down next to you and orders a bourbon on the rocks. You don’t even realize it’s her until she nudges you with her foot.

“Seems like you like daydreaming, don’t you?” She takes a sip of her drink. You two begin talking about various things, then eventually she cuts to the chase. “So my sweet, do you know what it is I do?” You shake your head no. “I dominate men and women, make them twist themselves in knots to be with me. Now I have to ask you…is that what you want?” Your face grows red with humiliation as she talks about what she does, but no one at the bar is paying any particular attention to you two.

“Don’t worry, we can go at your speed, or if you want we can go full throttle. It’s all up to you.” She takes another sip. You dream of what you have seen, and want it. A spot of wetness is created and you realize you are quite hot. “Let..let me write something down. Hey, can I get a napkin and a pen?” The bartender hands you both. The paper is currently blank with a black pen hovering over it.