7. A gathering
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The next day had arrived a bit peaceful, no insults nor petty comments — just a bunch of work related stress, stress none the less, that luckily for scarlet had just flown by. In a snap — it was all over.
So that left her where she was now, grooming her violet suit — adjusting her pants, she turned to her side studying her appearance — from top to bottom.
A pair of black combat boots rather than her usual sneakers, and a black sleeved shirt — an opened button below the collar — she was not going full on suit mode, no way would she wear a tie or button the shirt all the way.
Being satisfied with her appearance, she ran her free hand through her trimmed hair — she had earlier gotten before the evening. Her red curly hair now did not pass chin length, unlike how it earlier grew out — passing her shoulder.
Taking one final look at herself in the mirror, she grinned — she was presentable enough.
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She ordered herself a simple glass of grape juice from the bar, alcoholic beverages weren’t her strong suit.
But it being a celebration, mostly consisting of alcohol left and right — wasn’t particularly easy for a person, mostly a teetotaler.
A series of unfortunate events led her to such — so she stayed on that path from then on.
Scarlet took her gaze away from the glass in hand to the direction of her friend, Jayson, had been busy clapping with each step he took — he really knew how to grab her attention.
“I’m surprised you actually came.” he mumbled once he got close enough, pulling his sleeve up a bit he exposed his wrist watch. As if wasn’t dramatic enough, the man took a few steps back his hand over his mouth.“—and on time for that matter.”
So Jayson like.
With an eye roll she rised her glass to her lips, she spun the chair around to face the crowd.
“I could not miss a great party my friend.” she murmured, the glass cup only a few inches from her lips.
Jayson snorted, “Let me rephrase that for you.” grabbing his own drink from the bartender he turned, facing the crowd as well.
“You could not miss all these gorgeous, married, older woman — in these fine — lovely, dresses.” the man stated, taking a sip out of his glass.
Scarlet laughed. He was not at all a word wrong or off, he definitely knew her and her likes well.
“I mean what can I say — they are masterpieces, fine work of art.”
He shook his head pulling the glass cup away from his lips. “They are married and have children.”
A simple fact she knew, and most definitely ignored.
“Married to bastard’s, unfaithful pigs.” she snorted taking one last chug from her glass. Placing it on the countertop she tapped the glass — asking for a refill.
“Not all of them are.”
Grabbing the cup again she smirked at her friend. “That is why I sleep with the wives of such men.” and given the record — a lot of men needed to change.
“It will get you no where in life just—”
“It has gotten me the finest of the fine. . .” leaning closer to him she smiled. “—in my bed.” letting it out as a whisper and nothing more, pulling away from him she shrugged. “Or theirs actually.”
“You little—”
“So this is where the party has been hiding. Why so out of sight?” A feminine voice whispered closer to the girl cutting Jayson short, as their hand rested on her shoulder.
Ignoring her friends existence completely, she turned facing the woman.
Her black hair long hair straightened like most times they met. An armless light blue dress clinging to her caramel skinned body, exposing all her wonderful curves and lovely chest — the heels giving her a couple of inches more.
“So women as gorgeous as you, could look for me.” she whispered slowly taking her eyes off the woman’s legs — even harder when the silt on the left exposed her fresh more, as the woman sat.
She smirked noticing Scarlet’s trance, she brought her left leg over her right — exposing her thigh more, she was not even trying to hide it.
“Playing hard to get, and flirtatious.”
She needed a moment.
Briefly, Scarlet shut her eyes before her eyes flew open once again.
She still had a smirk on her face, once Scarlet opened her eyes but she had also managed to slip her hand over Scarlet’s hand, that held her glass — bringing over to her lips, she took a light sip.
The music drowned out or was it the noise of Jayson choking on his wine, like who cared? — the only thing that took up Scarlet’s head was her, her gaze burnt sequences of thoughts not so family friendly.
“Not at all — I’m always at your service, Mrs O'Brien.” she managed to mumble as the woman’s hand slipped off hers — not before brushing circles on her skin tenderly.
“Always so keen to help.”
Stepping off the stool she smirked, leaning towards her left ear she whispered. “Your assistance is needed.” then gave her a pecked on her cheek.
As she walked away, she swerved her hips seductively — Scarlet hadn’t taken her eyes off her, well until she went out of sight.
“Come on! A booty call?”
Scarlet gave him a head nod with a silly smile, why? She didn’t know but she had to follow.
Chugging down the remains of her drink, she slapped the empty glass cup against the countertop — luckily it didn’t break.
“Duty calls!”
Jumping off her seat she rushed off into the crowd, that was all before he could even knock sense into her.
Scarlet found herself immediately pinned against the wall, as she stepped foot into the restroom. The cherry covered lips pressing themselves against hers — a deep needy kiss, one she was already responding to.
Her hands settled on the woman’s waist, pulling her closer to her own body as she slowly backed them up towards the sinks.
She wasted no time to lift up, gently placing her down on top of the sink. Scarlet stood between the woman’s thigh, she lowered her right hand onto her thigh — making it’s way deeper into her dress, just where she wanted it.
Pulling away from kiss, Mrs O'Brien moaned gripping the girls shoulders for support — her head tilted back by the additional exposure to her sensitive core.
“Dear lord!”
A woman’s voice gasped at the sight, quickly turned her back on them.
Scarlet really wanted to slap whoever it had been, and maybe she might have just done that as she knew exactly who.
Glaring at the woman through the mirror, she mumbled a few cusses under her breath while the woman she was attending to remained rigid — she should have really locked the door, that should have been the first thing they did and it would have if she wasn’t jumped.
“You’re over reacting.” Scarlet mumbled.
Given how the situation was, she was under reacting — first off what was she still doing there, it wasn’t like turning around and covering her eyes would erase it — their position wasn’t of help either.
Chiara narrowed her eyes at her, meeting Scarlet’s glare through the mirror — she kept her gaze focused because if she dared looked anywhere below neck level, she would die of a heart attack.
Scarlet not moving her hand, didn’t help.
“I am not—” but then she stopped when she actually took into account the other person’s appearance, who had equally been clinging onto Scarlet — with her legs around her waist, smudged lipstick and certainly out of breath, given how her chest raised and fell.
Or was it because Scarlet moved her hand, a bit further taking her off balance — that she had to grip her shoulders to tell her to stop because the glare wasn’t doing a thing.
“Mrs O'Brien?”
“You can call me Lidia.” Lidia stated with a shaky voice, with one last glare at Scarlet she took the girl’s hand off her or out of?
Adjusting her makeup here and there — mostly her lipstick, she turned to Scarlet with a smile but glaring nonetheless.
“I’ll wait for you outside?”
Scarlet hummed helping her step off the sink, with that the woman walked out, as though she hadn’t been caught having an affair.
Scarlet tore her gaze away from the now closed door to Chiara, a wide grin on her face.
“As you heard the woman — I have to go!”
It would have been successful, if Chiara hadn’t grabbed her by her forearm, stopping her right in her tracks.
“She is married, and way older than you—”
“I have no morals!” she said pulling her hand away quickly rushing out the door.
Being left dumbfound rarely occurred but yet with Scarlet, it happened too much — too often for her liking.
She stormed out the restroom with those images playing in her head like a broken record, who need the restroom anyway.
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