Identity Krysis

Where are you two going?
A Fetish night.
…Oh.

He walks away.

Ava’s friend turns to her. See that’s the difference between the two of us. I’d just say a party.
I just don’t bother thinking of something more veiled to say.

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The two girls walk down the street, Ava in a belted long red ladies coat and her friend Hannah in a tan trench, both escorted by Hannah’s significant other Greg. Both also sporting fishnets and ridiculously high heels. The trio would be occasionally accosted by a stranger yelling:

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
That’s eight arrrrr’s now. Ava informs them, laughing while they continue to their destination. Their first Sin City night, escorted by their friend Chris. Ava get’s to cross it off her “To Do” list after this night.

Upon arrival, Ava’s confronted with a beautiful, busty, woman getting a corset adjustment. Slipping their coats off the two girls nestle into the atmosphere, unveiling their indulgence.

Ava: Previously mentioned high heels and fishnets continues… to garter belt to barely there leather black mini to black waist cincher corset to black leather vest over a nearly dress length white puffy shirt.
Hannah: Previously mentioned high heels and fishnets continues to… to garter belt to cut up black suede mini skirt to burgundy suede vest to black pirate hat.
Greg: Black boots to brown pants to white shirt to cut up burgundy vest.
Chris: Black shoes to black pants to leather and chain harness vest.

I’m feeling like a pretty lucky guy right now.
The girls laugh.

They all grab a beer and hit the dance floor.

Within five minutes:

Tall. Australian. No shirt. Black pants.
Moves like syrup.

He starts dancing with Ava. Closer and closer. Touching her until she removes his hands.

What’s your name?
Ava. Yours?
Somethingorother. You been here before?
No. My first time.
Same with me.

Dance break.

May I kiss you Ava?
No.
Why?
I don’t kiss strange men.
You’re a tease.

Ava turns around, moving to the music and peeks over her shoulder.
Yup.

He laughs.
Delighted.
Dance break.

Do you have a boyfriend.
No. Do you have a girlfriend?
Yes.
Is she here?
Yes. You should meet her.
Perhaps I will.

More dancing. Move downstairs to a different dance room.
Break to the bathroom. Adjustment of fishnets. Undo a button. Push breasts together.

Hey, everyone else is doing it.

Back to the music and the beat and the lights and the dressed up and the half dressed bodies.

Ava wasn’t sure who grab who’s hand first… But Hannah was in her arms and the two moved together. Hands on thighs, touching tentatively before moving away from one another.

Eyes darting. Lingering. Lasting. Reuniting.
Ava teased a nestle into her neck and makes eye contact with Hannah’s fiancee. Who watches. Ava holds out her hand to him. He takes it and she pulls him to them but moves away.

They dance.
Alone, Ava balances on tip-toe in black patent leather, finding the curve to the lyrics and matching it with her hip.

She’s drawn back into the embrace of the couple and her lips find warmth against Hannah’s. Instinctively a hand flies up to bury into her hair and deepen the kiss.

But gently.
She can feel Greg there,
beside her.
Beside them.

Overwhelmed she breaks the kiss and turns to dance again and lighten whatever depths she was uncovering.

This continues. They continue.

Ava spies a beautiful pirate girl and reaches out a hand to her. The other smiles and takes it and they blend together. She was delicate and tiny and gorgeous. She couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall. Then again Ava is over 6 feet that evening.

What’s your name?
Beth. And you?
Ava.
Beth. You’re so beautiful.

She blushes.

Ava. I have to ask. How old are you?
26.
She laughs a little. I thought so.
Why? How old are you?
Older than you.

Ava doesn’t care. One bit.

There is something precious about her. How Ava has to look down at her petiteness. Coveting fine bone structure covered with freckles. Those eyes… that find untouched expanse and encourages it.

Ava can’t handle it and with both hands on either side of her face she leans down and asks if she could kiss her. She can. They do. A slight brush of the lips and Ava feels something pull inside her chest.

Adoration grows.
The kiss grows.

And…
Hannah returns and Ava adjusts to normal party mode. Brushing off the multitude of thoughts sliding over brain cells. Everyone dances in a circle. Hannah’s hand finds hers. Greg is nearby. The three find each other again. Lips and hips.

Cells explode again.

Ava needs some water and leaves to wander around the upstairs. Taking in the people. The shapes. The skin.

She feels exposed without her cocoon of familiarity. What she has cultivated down stairs.

Upon her return she discovers that Somethingorother has reappeared with his girlfriend. Who is devastatingly gorgeous. He is quite obviously encouraging the two to dance and so they oblige. She presents as a delightful, lithe, wench. Her attitude complies with her appearance. But, the two were far too dominant for one another, both trying to assert their mutual appreciation yet need to have the other submit.

That alone is intriguing.

She went in for the kiss. Ava responds with a little nibble. Gently taking her lower lip between hers before releasing and meeting her eyes. She was taller than Ava and so she soon grows bored of such an interaction. Neither would yield and Ava didn’t trust the wench’s boyfriend, Somethingorother, at all.

She turns back and finds a seat to rest. Greg joins her and they both drink water. Hannah rests too and eyes meet in the subtle comfort of their trio.

The three find more music to dance to and move to. Together.
And they decide to leave. Together.
(For they were staying at her place anyway)

But before she leaves, Ava sought Beth. Scouring each level for her petite beauty. Giving up she finds Hannah and Greg at the door… with Beth.

We found her for you and told her to stay.

She did.

Beth.
I’d like to see you again. Do you have… Facebook?
Ava K. Don’t forget it. She leans down to give her a delicious hug and departs.

They cab and arrive at Ava’s place and start to remove layers before sitting, lounging, returning to reality.

Somewhat.

Her thoughts flutter back to the events of that evening and as they talk Ava barely remembers what they speak about. She does remember Greg giving both her and Hannah awe inspiring foot rubs. Appreciation for their hard work for wearing stilettos all night.

They listen to music and during a lull Ava stands, finally deciding that she must… sleep.

She sleeps alone.

The next thing she knew someone was handing her her iPhone and Anna was picking her up off the ground.

“Is she okay?”

“She was fine until she was with you two,” Anna threw back accusingly.

Incredibly confused, Ava insisted she was fine, but Anna hailed the first cab they saw anyway. Sliding in first she looks down at her hands, one which hurt more than the other. Scraped and barely bloody. But it bloody well hurt. “I don’t know what happened. I was trying to call you and then you were there helping me up.”

Ava couldn’t remember the last time she’d fainted like that.

Upon arriving home, she realized the damage was worse than she thought. Both knees were ripped up, a hole clean through her skinny jeans, and blood down her leg.

She showered and hissed in pain as the hot water sears over the scrapes.

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Rescanning Jessica’s email on her phone, she confirms that the Radio Station was at Main and Hastings. Ava searches. Fails. Passed by people who ignore her completely as she investigates further on the internet. She stood semi-comfortably outside the Waves at Cordova and Main, thumb-tabbing through GoogleMaps.

Co-Op Radio actually resided a block over. Ava walks.

A man passes her who smells exactly like an ex boyfriend. She’s immedately more on guard than before.

Rounding the corner to Columbia there’s a crowd of people. Some are yelling. Some are shoving each other. She snakes through and finds herself at Hastings again.

No Radio Station. Ugh. Back to the iPhone. She’s officially nervous now. Because she’s almost late. Ava despises being late. Anxiety peaks. A man takes a step closer to her. Long black hair, big glasses and a trucker hat is all she focuses on.

“Are you lost?”
“I’m looking for 360 Columbia.”
“This is the 300 block.”
“It’s the radio station.”

“Oh! That’s right over here.” He leads her to where the group of people had been fighting. A man sat with his head in his hands right in front of the door with a frosted radio tower.

“See? There it is.”
“Thank you so much,” Ava replies, meeting his eyes. She moves to press the call button.

The man still sits with his head in his hands. His foot was shaking slightly.

Ava listens as the dial-tone sounds, shifting her weight from foot to foot and glancing, concerned, down at the man.

No one answers.

She can see the other co-host inside, Alicia, and Ava waves through the glass. Nope. Nothing.

A woman comes along, a high ponytail and very worn nike runners on her feet. She kneels down beside the man and he looks up at her, “Come’on Brad. We’re around the corner.”

They leave as Ava returns back to the iPhone. Ava finds Jessica’s phone number and finally secures herself inside the station.

Each of them claimed it was their first time in some way. First time teching, first time hosting, first time… on the radio. Strangely, Ava wasn’t that nervous. Despite the fact for the past two weeks, anytime she’d received an email from Jessica she felt like she was going to die.

They discussed the sequence and before she knew it they were sitting down before their microphones and the red light was on.

Questions.
Thoughts.
Answers.
Laughter.
Stories.
Music.
Giggling.
Questions.
Blogging.
Writing.
Stories.
Closing.

Done.

Hastings has a different feel after being on the Radio. All three girls stuck to their phones. Talking to friends, family and men.

“We’re going to Barney’s for a celebratory drink! You there?”
“No.”
“No! Damn. I was hoping you would be. Guess you don’t want to come by on your night off… Do you?”
“Well…”
“You should come by.” She pauses, “I’d like to see you.”
“I’ll see you there.”
Ava smiles, “Good! See you soon.”

The four of them chat. Small world as he’s got a Commercial gig for the company Alicia works for.

Ava sips her beer, listening mostly as all three are vastly entertaining. Her foot rests on the bottom rung of the stool he sits on. His leg bumps against hers by accident and he touches her knee, her scraped knee, Ava inwardly cringes in pain but also inwardly smiles, delighted.

Soon enough his hand remains on her knee and hers on his. A small squeeze now and then, as if saying: ‘Just reminding you that I have my hand here. It’s nice, isn’t it? I know, I think so too.’

Gentleman that he is, he gives Jessica a ride home. He watches to make sure she gets in safe and turns the corner only to pull up to the curb.

“I just want to do this,” he says before leaning for a kiss.
“Oh!” Was all Ava got out before she kisses him back.

Drive on.

Ava leans back and smiles. Contented she lets her hand linger on his leg.

“I thought about you today.”
“Oh yea? What were you thinking?” Ava perks up, grinning at him.
He doesn’t answer but half smiles, giving her a look that seemed to say, ‘What did I open myself up to?’

Arriving outside her home, late, he kisses her again.
And again.
And… “Can I meet your cat?”
Ava leans against the headrest, a hand stroking up and down his arm, “Sorry. I’m exhausted and I have to be up early tomorrow.”
“You’re just afraid he’ll like me too much.”
“That’s exactly it.”

An attractive, talented, hilarious man, who drives her home and… likes cats.

Impossible.

But then, so much had felt impossible as of late.
…and then she was proven otherwise.