Strange encounter

“What a surprise. Still, Angie, I suggest we drink this liquor before Maya alters her decision.”

Amelia joked.

“Girl, you aren't telling me twice, two years of waiting to experience the drink’s taste? Well, my taste buds will love to savor its richness,” Angela expressed.

The ladies stood, head bowed at the same time, admiring the charcoal-stained bottle.

“The fire just had to destroy the best part, the one place to have revealed its glamorous name,” Amelia lamented, stomping her feet in utter annoyance.

“Maya did say her family house burnt to ashes, still the fire couldn't blast this bottle open? Now, while that is weird, I think it's reason enough that we checked this bottle out.”

“And forget about the celebration? But of course, please pardon my manners. The drink is all yours. We can party after you're done researching it right, Amelia?” Maya spoke, tapping Angela's back in a comforting motion, and right after recalling she needed to be on Angela's good grace. She smiled white teeth and got back to character and rather swiftly too. Angela felt something amiss with Maya's tone but dust it off to mere imagination.

“Maya, your parents must've been mega rich. Look at the bottles’ trademark, still very much visible.”

“Now, that's what I call a gold mine. See? We should use that to search for its name. Amelia, from your angle, can you make out the initials written on the logo?” Angela inquired.

“Girl, what is with your interest today?”

“Well, how about getting to know the drink's value before we regret not selling it to a museum afterward?”

“Hold on to that thought. Maya, can you attempt to recollect if you saw this drink before the fire and past years took such strain on its bottle?”

“Why?”

“Because Angela may just have made a good point.”

“About that, all I can still recall and without stress, happens to be the horrific sight of my deceased parents'. The way they stayed unmoving like mere objects and…”

“Darling, perhaps you should speak no further. We were at the prospect of a house party, remember? Angela, say something before she gets me too emotional to enjoy this liquor.”

“Amelia, we don't even know if it's alcohol induced yet, and Maya, since the drink appears to play a significant role. Are you sure about having us consume it over this application let…”

“No, it's alright, I still have this house to commemorate my parents with.” Maya said, aiming for a believable tone.

“Now, about that. Apart from gifting you this home, just what other properties did they leave for you in their will?”

“Alright, and enough chit-chat. Now, let's get this party started.”

“And merry, since you are not willing to share.”

“You're so right about that”

While the girls chose their wide tulip glasses. With a pop, the decade Maya spent treasuring the bottle's content became a thing of the past.

Before long, Angela was clinking positively in excitement with her roommates.

This happiness is for the possibility of achieving my dream job.

“And so you would.” Amelia encouragingly voiced out

Hip hip hooray! Maya cheers.

Beautiful insanity defines the chorus created by her friends afterward.

“Congratulations, Angela. You know, should you get this employment, your days of watching myself and Amelia foot your bills will be over.”

“Maya, that's cruel. Are you indirectly recalling attention to the help you rendered toward her growth?”

“Now, what's wrong with reminding her to not forget us?”

“Angie, listen to me, baby. You were never a burden, at least not to me, alright?”

“I _believe Maya meant well, but thanks, Amelia.”

Angela's face becomes less blushed, realizing just how much her lack of employment has affected her friend's opinions. At the end, she reckons Amelia was being cordial with her feelings.

A few hours later, the girls laid wasted from the alcohol’s effect. Each taking a suitable spot to crash on their squared couch.

“Damn the fire, Amelia forced her lips to speak. And now, only gosh knows the alcoholic percentage.” she stammered out.

“Oh-uh, I may have an idea. Now, how about the heat cooked up its Intoxication level?” Maya chip's in.

“Very possible. Still, now we know it's alcohol induced after all.”

“Angela, that is way hilarious.”

And just like that, the ladies started to laugh. Now, if that could tickle them up, then the booze was much more intoxicating than expected.

As for the set, the sight spelled out a girly night-gathering, but with three mobile devices clustered next to its drunken handlers.

The ladies were all draped in casual clothes. Amelia dressed in an oversized gear, whilst Maya had a pink top and black shorts which showcased her straight legs, one so tempting even to a fellow girl.

When daylight turned into night and after regaining their consciousness, or half of it anyway. Maya comes up with another suggestion.

“You know what will make this night most memorable? We should go to the newly opened Sky-Racks to celebrate this midnight away,” she found herself further stammering, speech dull from temporary brain paralysis, resulting from the alcohol’s effect.

While the others were happy with the fresh development, Angela had her doubts. Still, how can she decline a refreshing night when tomorrow's job is not promised?

“Yep, I say we go for the booze.” she shouts, choosing to worry about tomorrow, by the morning.

“And I tally for the love of all broad-shouldered males and dancing until the morning's dew.”

Amelia spoke.

However, and considering their last date out? Well, this won't be a good idea. Even more so, tonight might be much more dramatic following the ladies’ already intoxicated state.

But having signed up for this socializing moment, and with the promise of some less frustrating worries, Angela takes a sip of the yet to be identified wine, somewhat hopeful that tonight will differ from their last ladies' night.

…..

“Swoosh, Now, this is the place to spend the midnight with one's besties.”

Amelia shouted, excited to be outdoors and partying. But then, because of the sound system base and of its guests' noise, the high pitch of her voice got swallowed up as soon as it was uttered. Of course, their gowns were meal-watering hot. Think slutty and classy. While Maya and Amelia ditched their casual gears to look much more stunning, Angela wore a silk red gown with gladiator heels.

Lost in reflection, admiring the opulence of the club's art works, Angela felt a hand drag her thought-train back to the present.

“Keep up, they pointed us to a table.” Amelia tells her.

Considerable soon, and after maneuvering through the crowded house, they at last sat at a corner of the Sky-Rack, just beside its entrance doors.

“We should do shots.” Amelia suggested.

“No, we shouldn't mix bottles. Let's stick close to what we had at home, it helps in avoiding a morning headache.”

“True,” Angela concurred, remembering how terrible her body felt after their last outing.

Before long, they had an equally aged and expensive wine on their table, yet anew and courtesy of Maya, their wealthy girlfriend.

Pressed and in need of a convenience, Angela excuses herself to begin what should be a short walk away, if not for her wobbly legs. Maneuvering through the party grooving crowd and choosing to ignore a hand that groped at her buttocks, she meets with her shadow at the Sky-Racks convenience mirror.

“Gosh, my face is even more oily than the other night.” she said, palming her forehead, hating not only having her speech now slowed but also having a sticky skin, all thanks to the liquor’s effect.

The last droplet of her suppressed needs has the drunk female emphasizing out her exhilaration.

'Now, this is the life', she said.

Once done, she first pulls her underwear up and then gown straight in place.

Taking her first steps out of the five foot toilet and into its corridors, she finds her legs even more exhausted. One, two steps more. Angela sees she's capable of not embarrassing herself until she could get back to their table.

“You should discard the shoe if it makes you uncomfortable.” A handsome male spoke while casually using the toilet’s hand-drying machine.

“Excuse me?” she asked, unsure whether he had addressed her or not.

“I asked you remove the heels”

Looking at the broad-shouldered guy, which female instincts lead to seek for vibrant offspring, Angela's clitoris contrasts acceptance to the sexual pull, magneting her toward the male species and for the first time in her virgin life.

What a manly frame, exuding sex induced energy. If the male were an ice-cream, Angela would label him Manila flavor. Still, this model could not have just spoken to her, she thought. Or could he? She wondered.

“Wait”. He said. Clumsy female, he however murmured to himself.

His layered voice, one so intricate as if following a mastered frequency, held her rooted to the spot, waiting for his next movement.

He was a charmer, the way he concurrent sexual vibes and walking to where she's standing?

Oh gosh, he's actually heading my path. Angela thought, panicked by his gracious strides toward her.

It further drew her to reality when his fits laid claims to her right ankle.

Is the stranger kneeling on legs and undoing the gladiator ropes of my shoes?

Shocked and shy, she glanced around at the convenience, only to come face to face with four females and two men watching their interaction. Her cheeks flushed and blushed even more red once the handsome man kept to his quest.

With a slight tap, He urges her to brace herself before tucking a pair off her feet. Feeling relieved afterward, Angela moans out a thrill. This draws the man's attention. The stranger traced his eyes upward to the outline of her breast and did not stop until he reached her now dilated pupils. He locks his stare to hers, holding them captive, mesmerized as if he could read through it.

Why is he looking at me as if I was his bed-meal? Angela ponders, biting her lips, unintentionally seductive. Seeing this, the model's Iris darkened, a glimpse of interest feathers on his pupils.

Fear of experiencing the tension’s further growth, grips Angela even as her pussy twitches yes to bedroom need and from the stranger.

“You know, it's inappropriate to start what you don't wish a stranger to do to your pussy cat. They could end up stroking it to abandonment, and when they leave, you won't have a catty pet to spend the day sleeping lazily on your porch,” he said, stressing the last part seductively.

Angela rushed to swallow up a held up spit. His voice sounded calm and controlled. Like the baby I know what I'm doing, lean into me sort of personality. His broad shoulders alone aren't the only thing spelling protective male.

Aww, the first naughty thoughts of the adult virgin sang hold me, rub me. Although Angela tried to resist. She, however, finds her strings desiring this man despite the years she spent avoiding intimacy.

Anyway, one shoe down, he swapped to challenge the next and last ropes. Her heart beat exhilarates in anticipation, the feeling that reminds one of being alive.

Hey now, don't go cherishing the stranger, that exhibition could get our hymen broken tonight. Angela chastises her inner self to retain calmness.

But his features were mother-nature carefully crafted to look so fulfilling.

Forget that, you've seen others, why only reacting now? Don't even bother to answer that. We've stayed away from the males before him. Tonight will also pass without losing our pride to this sexual magnet.

‘You speak egoʼ

`But if I told you I'm likewise attracted to him, will that aid you to hole right back? Please, Flora, I'm barely holding on to logics. Think I don't want to explore the extent of this attraction?ʼ

`Fine, at twenty-nine, we still won't experience bedding a magnetic male. I sort of liked this one. Although he seems demanding, still he's calm and spells like a master of bed fantasies. Can we keep him?

Great, now you have me sucking up air, imaging his palms claiming our body.

“Keep doing that, and I might take you up here and before all these people.”

“You wouldn't do that?”

“Sweetheart, don't count on it. You're already clenching your thighs trying to hide your arousal.”