“So do you remember when I told you about my writing?”

“The screenplay… yes.”

“Well…..”, she continued, letting the word drag through the air like a wayward kite, “I was writing it the whole time I was working there, and one day I was talking about it with someone… oh, your glass is dry!”.  Without another word, she flagged the bartender and two more drinks were on their way.  “I guess I owe you a few after all the ones you bought me… and listening to my story.  You probably think I’m boring, don’t you?”.  Leaning closer and peering at her from heavy, glazed eyes, she was all at once vulnerable and mouthy, needy and proud.  Nina was starting to like her more and more by the minute.

“Nope, not at all.  I’m dying to hear more.”, she cooed at her unwitting source.

Satisfied that she had a good audience, she took a gulp of her fresh drink and continued.  “Okay, so about two weeks later, I was at the station, and went downstairs for some paper….”

“You were talking about your screenplay.”.

She waved her hand in Nina’s general direction dismissively, and nearly fell off her stool.  “No I wasn’t…. no I wasn’t…. just listen.  So I was getting some paper and I had to walk past his office.  And he was in there, looking for something.”.  She rested her head easily against her hand, the bar supporting her weight as she tipsily kicked her feet against the brass railing.  “He was wearing jeans and this dorky jacket that zipped up… he looked so cute.  I’d never seen him dressed casually before.  I asked him what he was looking for… he said he lost his cell phone charger.  So I started looking for it too.  I was in his dressing room, alone with him.”.  At these last words, she began to blush furiously and stifled a giggle with one hand.

“How many drinks have you had?”, Nina asked.

“Seven or eight… but they’re not very strong, so that’s OK.”.  She was a girl that couldn’t hold her drink, and in this case it only served to fuel her lustful memories with a glowing giddiness.  “I remember very clearly,”, she said pointedly, “that I was alone with him.  The whole time I wanted to make another move on him so bad, but I didn’t know what I should do.  So I was helping him look, right?  I was kneeling on the couch looking behind it, thinking it might have fallen down back there… and then I felt these hands…”.  Her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open, hands splayed open in front of her.  Nina thought she looked ridiculous, but bit her tongue and listened on in rapt attention. 

“Are you serious?”.

“YES!  I turned around and he was standing behind me, and he had his hands on my hips… he was really close… his hands felt wonderful.  I could feel how warm and big they were, and he was looking at me like he wanted to do something really bad, but wasn’t sure.  It was soooo hot, that look in his eyes.  He just kind of smiled at me.  I think he was a little embarrassed.”, she finished with a small snort.

Another long pause.  Nina was actually starting to get into it, much to her disgusted surprise.  “So what did you do?”.

“Well… I just kind of leaned into him a little… he had the biggest hard-on.  He said he was just making sure I wouldn’t fall.  His hands reached around and touched my butt… not really squeezing it or anything, just kind of running his hands over it.  Oh… I couldn’t believe he did that!  I kind of jumped back, because then I realized that he was really wanting something more.”.

Nina was transfixed at this point.  Her glass had gone dry a long time ago, but she didn’t notice.  “What did he want…”, she started to ask, then suddenly realized the answer to her question.

The drunk woman smirked a little, but continued.  “I don’t think he knew what to do at that point… his eyes got really big and he was just standing there, not saying anything.   He was getting me so hot, and I wanted to kiss him but I didn’t want him to think I was a slut or anything.”.  At this admission, her soggy voice took on a tone of salacious tension, and she managed to keep it at a whisper as she turned to face Nina squarely.  “So I gave him this look, right?  Like, this look that said I didn’t want him to stop… and he didn’t.  He’s a freak.  He’s all about the ass.  Did you know that about him?”

“Uh… no.”.

The girl playfully rubbed the glass over her lips as she reminisced.  “Mmmm… so you do want me to tell you what I did next?”.  Without waiting for a response, she leaned close to Nina and whispered, “I reached down for his fly… I was gonna give him exactly what he really wanted.  When I put my hand down there, I could feel how hard he was, right through his jeans.  Oh, I wanted to fool around with him bad.  I had been trying to get him alone for a long time, after that one night.  When I unzipped him,”, she added without hesitation, “He had the biggest grin on his face.  We were both wanting it… at first he was really into it, but then he started to get nervous, I think.”, she said, her throat thick with rum and resignation.  “He made up some lame excuse about needing to pick up his son and left really fast.”.

As absorbed as she was in the story, Nina realized that she most likely didn’t get the best part on tape – of all the damn times for the bitch to keep her voice down.  She straightened her shoulders and turned away a bit in frustration.  “He has a son?  Gee, how interesting.”.

“Yeah… he was a teenager, I think.  Always in trouble for something or other, or so I heard.  Whole lot of bull****… I think he made it all up because he was a coward.”, she said, running her fingertips around the rim of the glass.  “But that wasn’t the end of it.  I had one last shot coming around.  Ooooh, a shot!  Do you like shots?  Buttery Nipples?”.

Nina was slowly starting to realize that it was going to be a very, very long night.