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Control 3 Friday! She couldn’t believe how long the week took to end. If one more request came across her desk she would have lost her mind. All that was behind her now, she was meeting a friend at a local club and she was going to forget the week and have some fun. She didn’t want to go home so she had brought a change of clothes, changing in the bathroom at work had been done before so she changed quickly for the night and was out the door. She liked the skirt, it was one that was easy to cram into a bag and she liked the way it brushed against her legs when she walked or danced. It had been payday so she knew she had a little extra cash tonight so a couple drinks and some dancing would be good. The sandals she wore screamed summer but she liked them more for the little bit of height they gave her, she had her bag over her shoulder and was ready to walk the few blocks to the train. Sitting on the train she watched the people around her with half her attention, the ear buds in her ears kept her content listening to some music instead of all the chatter. She liked to people watch, trying to figure out what each person was thinking was a game she liked to play. All these people, where did they come from and where were they going. The older lady with her stiff bulky purse, always ready to pull out a tissue or a piece of gum to give to the young that was with her. He was maybe four, gripping the string of the animal cracker box. Every time he pulled out a new one he would proudly tell the woman what it was and make the sound the animal made. She would give him praise and them he would eat the poor creature head first, of course if you thought about it that was the most humane way to do it. The<b> teenagers </font></b>on their phones either talking or texting, were they connecting with each other or someone that couldn’t make it. Suddenly her own phone vibrated in her pocket, it was her friend letting her know she was running late. She would meet her at the bar in the front, that was fine it would give the woman a little extra time to chat with the bartender. He was a flirt and could always find something to talk about more than likely because it brought in better tips. She walked into the club and ordered her drink, standing a little on her toes she chatted with the guy that promised to make her a drink that would be better than anything she had ever had. Suddenly she had a feeling, something to her right was pulling at her to look that way. She turned and standing a short distance away was a man, with the slightest grin on his face but his eyes were bright and added to the look. He was dressed as casual as she but you could tell he spent his work day in meetings discussing things that the onlooker wouldn’t care about even if they knew what was being discussed. His arms were resting on the bar and he was leaning toward it so she knew he had to be tall and the legs in the soft looking jeans said he kept in shape doing something more physical that just running on a treadmill a few days a week. He said hi and she was ready to turn the other way thinking he was talking to someone else, but his eyes were focused on her and suddenly she felt like she was sucked in. The space became a little smaller, the air more heated, she liked the way he looked and his voice was one that she could listen to for quite a while. That’s what they did, they sat at a table and talked. What they talked about wasn’t really important, it was fun, new, a little exciting and it brought on ideas that this could turn out to be something more. “So what are you looking for?” he asked her, she laughed again because she never really knew how to answer that question. Just that second she had an idea but what she wanted for her future she didn’t know and preferred that it unfold without any forceful plan from her. So instead of being direct with the one answer and vague with the other she gave an answer to something in between. “To be in a place at the right time, not of my choosing and have no control over what happens but to feel safe with the person that makes that decision.”. Still smiling he acknowledged the answer with a tilt of his head that reminded her of the men in a western when they touched the brim of their hats in respect to a women. The evening went on, her friend never showed but it didn’t matter because she was enthralled with this guy. It was if he knew something about her and was able to use that information to his advantage. It was getting late and even though she had no urge to leave she had to catch the last train, getting stuck in the city all night wasn’t an option. She had to say goodbye and she hoped it wouldn’t be the last time she saw him. She took a deep breath to catch his smell, part cologne but most of it him. It was a scent, something that she was so attracted to that in a room full of other people she would be able to find him blindfolded. The next hurdle would be when it was time to leave would he ask to exchange numbers so she could see him again? They walked out of the club together, the farewell not happening yet. The result of her saying she had to leave to catch the train didn’t result in the exchange in numbers but an offer to take her home or at least to the train station so she wouldn’t have to walk the distance in the dark. So they made their way to his car talking less but that was alright. They made it to his car, an SUV and when he went to open the door to let her in something changed, that wasn’t what happened, what did take place she would never forget… |
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Very nice in the way you bounce between his view and thoughts on "developments" and then back to hers. Well done. HOWEVER, how can you leave us hanging at the end of episode 3 since last year? Your public wants episode 4! "She catches a glimpse of what appears to be a kit of sex play implements in his back seat ..."?
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Thanks! Glad you like it.
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