A Second Life - Part 1

 

I change from Theresa the boring nerdy chick, to Ashley, the minute I walk into my apartment. It’s my secret life and it’s pointless having a secret life if I’m going to be restrained. I pull out my little black slinky mini, and don’t even bother with any panties or bra. Those only ruin the sleek smooth flowing lines of my body. I look at myself in the mirror, running my palm across my tits to make my nipples erect. Ohhh.. perfect.

Ashley’s makeup also has to make a statement and turn heads, it’s dark mascara and with black lippy. And she wears her hair down, wild, untamed and loose. I only wish mine were longer, because hers should be flowing locks down her back, enough to be as wild as she’d really like. Ashley certainly doesn’t have to tie it back for work in the morning.

Thirty minutes later, Ashley’s staring back at me from the full length mirror in my hallway. I eye her the way a lesbian would. Slowly lifting my gaze from the floor, up her long legs, to her rounded hips, lingering on her erect nipples poking out from the tight slinky dress, and finally smiling at her reflection when we make eye contact.

She looks good.

No, not just good, she looks fucking hot.

It an arrangement I have with +Lucy Az , we meet up at some pre-arranged location and pretend we don’t know each other. It’s my once a week escape from my boring mundane life, a taste of what might have been if I had followed my dreams rather than my parents, a road not taken. What Theresa might have been if . . . she hadn’t been so fucking-boring-Theresa.

The Kave is in Downtown Crossing, near the waterfront. I’m the only person who takes a cab there. It’s strictly a subway-walk kind of place but I’m not walking in my three inch heels.

The Kave’s front room is a traditional bar, with a very long shiny counter and bar stools in front. They don’t serve food, just booze. There’s a food truck in front if you’re hungry. The second you enter the back hall, it’s like you’ve warped into a different dimension. There are blindingly bright dance lights and strobes that illuminate a bright red dance floor. It’s always so crowded, standing room only. Bodies gyrate everywhere. The DJ's up the front, on a platform surrounded by amps and massive speakers. The bass is loud enough to make your heart shudder.

The place never fails to smell like a concoction of beer and sweat, and it’s loud. Very loud. The decibel level is high enough that you always need to shout, to be heard.

At the bar, I order a Bombay Sapphire because that’s Ashley’s poison. I’m midway through it when I spy a gorgeous woman in the crowd. She’s dark and covered in tattoos. Black eyes, black hair, and dressed from head to toe in black. She has piercings in her nose, lips and ears. Her look, her smile screams danger. The kind of woman Ashley would go for in a heartbeat, but who would scare the hell out of goody two shoes Theresa.

I give her my, I mean, Ashley’s best “cum fuck me” smile.

It’s enough to pull her in. She heads straight to me, and sidles up so she’s standing wedged between my bar stool and the one next to it. Her body is gorgeous, her breasts full. I can feel a growing tingle and dampness between my thighs. She tells me her name, but I don’t catch it. I am distracted by her face and the music is much too loud.

I tell her mine, Ashley, “I’ve never seen you here before,” I say….