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.