Slutty Alice

They met at Bar. A private, hole-in-the-wall establishment shelved beneath a quaint bookstore. She was wearing a thick, formless beige overcoat and sharp shades. His casual dress combined form-fitting jeans and a T-shirt overlaid by a lush green sweater. Their mismatched outfits made quite the pair. That, and the fact that they arrived at different times. Nor did they say a word to each other.

Were one paying attention, they might have seen the two strangers exchanging glances over the Bar’s stained mantel. Fortunately, there was no one to notice. The patronage at this time of day was sparse. Even the bartender seemed absent. A stocky and youthful greek man, he was checking the taps listlessly. A few other customers, the usual types, dotted the business. It was the turnout you'd expect during the middle of a weekday.

Alice ordered a drink meekly, then asked about the bathroom as the Grecian Bartender was serving her. She took two sips and rose. That turned a few nosy heads. Alice turned away just as her cheeks went beat red. Their eyes continued to bore through her back like daggers. They thrilled her.

They couldn't have known. But did some suspect? Were they fighting a dark smile as their thoughts scratched into her secret? Alice resisted her own sly grin. Her heart was a rabbit in heat, threatening to burst from her chest with surging bounds. She let it push her smile to the surface. There was no one to see down the dank hallway.

Alice could barely disguise the spring in her step as she walked the greasy walls. Black and grey smudged their faded white and the drowning scent of chicken fat wafted from beyond. She stepped into the pale light emerging from the women's bathroom. And stopped. Once she entered, Alice knew, their eyes were no longer hers. They would be his, and she was selfish.

Awash in the glisten, Alice allowed the red hot embarrassment to flood her head. It spread elsewhere, all over her body until the cool hallway was humid and her olive skin was ablaze. Her womanhood wasn't spared by the sparks as her body felt the embarrassment. Her legs were on the verge of trembling. She wanted to let go, and rub herself against the cool walls in her dead heat.

Instead, she stepped inside.