“I’ve had enough!” Laurie yelled as she white knuckled the steering wheel. It had been one of those days. One of many, too many, she thought. The grid lock of commuter traffic was creeping at a snail’s pace, a horn blared beside her and she looked up to see a finger being flipped at another driver who had nosed his way in.
She lived ten miles from her job it shouldn’t take a fucking hour to get home each day. Yet it did, not only for her but all the other small people in the big corporate world dealt with it as well. She knew them by the make of their cars, their cell phone conversations and the music they like to share when they rolled down their windows. She didn’t like them, none of them. She hated being in the grid lock of life.
Laurie glanced at the speedometer to see how fast they were progressing. When she looked up a familiar sign caught her eye. The neon paint was weather worn but unmistakable and welcoming. Her car went on autopilot as it merged toward the exit ramp. Without conscious thought she smiled in the rear view mirror as she licked her lips. Her mouth watered so she swallowed hard and loud. “Yep, yep, Yep!” she exclaimed bouncing in the seat when the red light interrupted her escape. “It’s 5:00 Somewhere” Laurie’s voice sang with a twang of sudden joy.
As if she had anticipated the sudden decision she moved with methodical precision by parking on the far side next to the golf course. Then she pushed the button to pop the trunk of her silver Camry. The two inch conservative black pumps were replaced with six inch stilettos and she slipped her wallet inside the black clutch that held everything a woman might need for a quick transformation.
The smoke greeted her before the blinding sun could reveal her identity to the men in the bar. She knew they would be here. She knew they needed the transformation as much as she did. Her lips curled into a subtle smile while her hands tugged the knee length skirt into its proper place. The dark glazed door finally shunned her spot light and the first voice could be heard above the low rumble of music and conversation.
“Well well look what the cat drug in!” The bartender laughed as he slung the bar towel over his right shoulder. “The usual?” he asked then grabbed the glass as if he knew her answer.
“Yes, Thank you Brad.” Laurie replied walking around the horse shoe shaped bar toward the ladies room on the opposite side. Her eyes fixed on her destination even though she was aware of those awaiting her attention.
A quick glance at her watch measured the three minutes she would use to build the anticipation. It was almost a science of socialization without the beakers or reports to follow. She rolled the top of her skirt until the length swayed across her thighs. The pale pink blush sweater was unbuttoned to reveal the hot pink lace hiding beneath it. Laurie allowed her finger tips to linger upon her soft flesh before drawing her breast to the crest of the lace. She snaked her nail over the exposed cleavage with pleasure. A gloss of burgundy lipstick followed by lining her eyes with dark black liner was her final step. Oh wait, she thought as she saw the spritzer of perfume nestled in the corner of her bag.
The margarita glass glistened with salt around the rim. Once again her mouth did a happy dance that had her licking her lips. Laurie slipped onto the tall bar stool with grace but her mind was full of malicious intent. She had no idea who or where he was but there was no doubt his eyes were drawn to her. The liquid pooled against her tongue and she savored the flavor. The sweet and salty tang elicited a soft moan. It slid down her throat as she leaned back in her seat and lifted her hands to free the waist length brunette tresses from their daily bondage.
It was then that she felt him. His eyes trailed down her neck to her cleavage then back to her lips. She smiled with eye glittering mischief without looking in his direction. “You should order me another, this one won’t last long.” She stated into thin air. Laurie licked the salt from the rim before she took her next sip. The mirrored wall reflected the exchange of a nod to Brad from a man with raven black hair, the suit she expected with a loose tie dangling and the wedding band glistened as he tossed bills onto the bar.
The tinkle of ice indicating her empty glass; Brad began mixing her next one. Rather than turn to thank the man who had purchased it she turned her back to him to speak with the man on the other side of her. A passive conversation ensued which provided the opportunity her next malicious move required. Simple moves; touching his forearm, allowing her shoe to slip off so he would retrieve it and eventually the devious laugh that made everyone around her smile in response, yes she had captivated them.
Her third drink was greeted with full cleavage exposure as she stood up, leaned over the bar and teased Brad about sticking his finger in it to make it extra sweet. As she slowly slipped back onto the bar stool she let her eyes caress her prey. A powerful but brief glance confirmed her assumption. She crossed her legs dramatically as she smiled an invitation. Before he could respond his cell phone rang.
He answered it as he strode quickly toward the door. Laurie didn’t overlook the fact that he leaned toward her as he passed by. The door prevented his sight inside but it didn’t stop her from watching him pace along the sidewalk making his excuse. She wondered just how confident he was, how daring, but it was the question of how much time he had purchased that made her wiggle her ass.