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, admiring the charcoal-stained glass.
“The fire just had to destroy the best part, the one place to have revealed its glamorous name,” Amelia lamented, stomping her feet in annoyance.
“Maya said 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 to check it out.”
“And forget about the celebration? But of course, please pardon my manners. I forgot to have already gifted you the drink. We can party after you're done researching it, right, Amelia?” Maya spoke, tapping Angela's shoulders in a comforting motion, the very moment her resolve to be in Angela's good grace resurfaced.
She smiled white teeth and got back to character, and rather, too. Angela felt something amiss with Maya's tone but dusted it off to mere imagination.
“Maya, your parents must've been mega-rich. Look at the bottle's trademark. It's still somewhat 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 first two initials inscribed on the logo?” inquired Angela.
“Girl, what is with your intrigue today?”
“Well, how about getting to know the drink's value before we regret not presenting it to the museum?”
“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 is 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? Angie, say something before she gets me too emotional to enjoy this liquor.”
“Amelia, we don't even know if it is 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?”
“No, it's alright, I still have this house to commemorate my parents with,” Maya said, aiming for a believable tone.
“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. I say we get this party started.”
“And merry, since you are not willing to share.”
“You're so right,”
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 and her roommates clanked cups together, quite excited.
“This happiness is for the possibility of achieving my dream job.”
“And so you would.” Amelia voiced out.
“Hip hip hooray,” Maya cheers.
Beautiful insanity defined the chorus created by her friends afterward.
“Congratulations, Angela. You know, should you get this employment, your days of watching me and Amelia foot your bills will be over.”
“Maya, that's cruel. Are you recalling attention to the help you rendered toward her growth?”
“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. In the end, she reckoned Amelia was being cordial with her feelings.
A few hours later, the girls lay wasted because of the alcohol’s effect. Each takes a suitable spot to crash on their squared couch.
“Damn the fire, and now, only gosh knows the alcoholic percentage.” she stammered.
“Oh-um, I may have an idea. How about the heat cooked up its Intoxication?” Maya chipped in.
“Very possible. But at least we know it's alcohol-induced after all.”
“Angela, that is way hilarious.”
And just like that, the females laughed. Well, if that could tickle them up, then the booze was much more intoxicating than presumed.
As for the set, the sight spelled out a girly gathering, with three mobile devices clustered next to their drunken owners.
The ladies were all draped in casual clothes. Amelia dressed in oversized gear, whilst Maya had a pink top and black shorts that showcased her straight legs, one so tempting even to a fellow girl.
When daylight turned into midnight and after regaining their consciousness, or half of it anyway. Maya came up with another suggestion.
“You know what will make this night most memorable? We should go to the Sky-Racks to celebrate this midnight away,” she found herself further stammering, speech dull from temporary brain paralysis, resulting from the alcohol’s effects.
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 shouted, choosing to worry about tomorrow, by the morning.
“And I tally for the love of all broad-shouldered males. We will dance until the morning's dew.”
Amelia cheered.
However, considering their last date out? Well, this won't be a good idea. Even more so, tonight might be much more dramatic following the females’ already intoxicated state.
But having signed up for the socializing moment, and with the promise of some less frustrating worries, Angela takes a sip of the yet-to-be-identified drink, somewhat wishful tonight will differ from their last ladies' night.
…..
“Wow, 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 loud music 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 but 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 artworks, 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.
“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 the club's most aged and expensive wine on their table, courtesy of Maya, their wealthy girlfriend.
Pressed and in need of convenience, Angela excused herself to begin what should have been 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 in the hall's mirror.
Gosh, my face is even more oily than the other night. She said, palming her forehead, hating not only having her speech slowed but also having sticky skin, all thanks to the liquor’s effect.
The last droplet of her suppressed needs has the drunk female emphasizing her exhilaration.
'This is the life', she moaned.
Once done, she first pulled her underwear up and then adjusted her clothes straight in place.
Taking her next steps out of the five-foot toilet and into its corridors,
she finds her legs even more exhausted.
“You should discard the shoe if it makes you uncomfortable.” A handsome gent spoke while using the toilet’s hand-drying machine.
“Excuse me?” she inquired, unsure whether he had addressed her.
“I asked you to remove the heels.”
Looking at the broad-shouldered man, which female instincts lead to seek vibrant offspring from, her clitoris leaped in joy to the sexual pull, attracting her toward the male species for the first time in her virgin life.
What a manly frame, exuding sex-induced energy. If he were an ice cream, Angela would label him Manila flavor.
“Wait”. He said. Clumsy female, he, however, murmured to himself.
She stopped and turned toward him.
He was a charmer, the way he concurrent sexual vibes while walking to where she was standing?
{Oh gosh, he's indeed heading my path.} Angela panicked, seeing him striding to where she stood.
It further drew her to reality when his fits laid claim to her right ankle.
Is the stranger kneeling on my 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 red, yet, the handsome man kept on his quest.
With a slight tap, He urged her to brace herself before tucking a pair off her feet. Feeling relieved afterward, Angela moans out yet another thrill. This drew his attention.
The stranger traced his eyes upward, to the outline of her breast, and didn't stop until he reached her face. There, he stared without glancing away.
Why was he looking at me as if I would be his bed-meal? Angela pondered, biting her lips. Seeing this, the man's iris darkened, feathering a glimpse of interest in his pupils.
“You know, it's inappropriate to start what you don't wish a stranger to do to your pussycat. They could end up stroking it to abandonment, and when they leave, you won't have a pet to spend the day sleeping on your porch,” he said, stressing the last part.
Aww, the first naughty thoughts of an adult virgin sang hold me, rub me. Although Angela tried to resist. She, however, finds her strings desiring the man despite the years she spent avoiding intimacy.
Anyway, one shoe down, he swapped to challenge the last heels. Her heartbeat exhilarates in anticipation, the feeling that reminds one of being alive.
{Hey, don't go cherishing the stranger. That exhibition could get our hymen broken tonight.} Angela chastised her inner self, urging it to keep calm. But that didn't work
[Look Angela, his features appear mother-nature crafted to express fulfillment.]
{Forget that. You've seen others. Why only react 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 him.}
You speak ego, reasoned her subconscious.
{But if I told you I'm likewise attracted to him, will that aid you to hole right back? Please, Flora, hold on to logic. Do you think I would rather not explore this attraction?}
[Fine, at twenty-nine, we still won't experience bedding? I liked this one. Although he seems demanding, still he spells master of bed fantasies. Can we have him?]
{Great, your insistence has me sucking up air, imaging his palms roaming on our body.}
“Keep doing that, and I might pound into you right away,” Rex interrupted.
“You wouldn't do that in front of all these people. On second thought, would you?”
“Baby, it won't do you good to dare me.”