“Two Masters”
The second thing you noticed was that no one seemed to be noticing her. The first thing…
How many things did I notice? you think to yourself.
Her eyes, bright green spots beneath a fold of dark hair. Fuck.
Her slim torso, revealed by a tight, long sleeved lack shirt. Fuck me.
Her legs, shapely and long, ending in a low cut brown boot. Her bright, full lips.
Jesus fuck.
By the time you finally started hearing the ambient noise of the dimly lit bar again, she had sat down kitty corner from you at the bar, book in hand. Every time she brushed her hair away from her eyes, she appeared to look around, coyly taking in the other patrons.
Did she notice me? All I want is for her to notice me.
You look down at your phone and see that I’m calling you.
“Hello?” you say, somewhat hoarse.
“Hello. Are you being a good girl?”
“Yes,” you whisper.
“Why are you so quiet?”
“I…” you hesitate, wanting to please me but also wanting to anger me so you can be punished. “I saw someone.”