| Old friends and the new life? |
[Feb. 25th, 2009|06:36 am] |
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I ran into two old friends today. We used to be so much alike that people teased that we were triplets separated at birth. There was just one problem - I was on my way to the club and dressed in a red leather corset and a thin little collar. Maybe it would have been different if I'd actually been able to give a reason for the outfit. There they stood in their bright Rodeo Drive clothes and there I stood looking like Pretty Woman before she became classy - high heels, short skirt and corset. Jess just stared, too damn shocked to speak and Julie kept asking how I was, like I've lost my mind. I couldn't figure out what to even say! I don't think "Hey, how are you? I'm on my way to find someone to torture me," would have worked very well. Come to think of it, I think it would have made Jess pass clean out.
Of course, once I got to the club I could have been in a damn parka for all that mattered. Was my second time there and people barely looked at me. It's enough to give a girl a complex. There are times it's like they look over the top of my head. I'm short! I'm not invisible. I miss talking to Duke. Hell, I miss sex. I miss my little bed at the end of his and the way he'd walk me around the grounds. I know I wasn't totally happy there, but it was comfortable and he tried. Maybe that would've been enough again. |
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Um, I don't know if this was meant for public consumption or not.
But I just have to say . . .
Where the hell was I????
You. Me. Club. Tonight?
*blinks* How'd you...oh snap! I didn't remember to click the little private thing, did I?
Really? You want to meet? Sure! Let me ask you, since you've worked with me. I'm not tall, but you can see me, right?
Alyssa . . . I'd have to be *blind* not to see you.
I do hear a lot of the guys at the club are looking for other guys, though. That's the only possible reason I can think that they didn't all instantly throw themselves at your feet.
And yes, I really do want to meet.
Aww, thank you. I never thought of that. The idea of them throwing their bodies at my feet has definite possibilities.
And I'd love to meet you.
I'll see you at 8:00, then, in the bar.
Wear the red corset. I definitely want to see that.
Red corset? You got it.
See you at 8:00. | |
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