Strange Things

[Akari Miyakawa]

Beto switched flirting directions abruptly but his words were all kind of right and Ana laughed open-mouthed.  It was strange though, almost as if he had his own private joke with...himself.  Mainly because they were all strangers here.  He didn’t really react to the norms: her magnificent breasts, the suggestive way she drank from the bottle, transparent innuendo.  He wasn’t gay, that she could spot from miles away or high-brow about this place either.  Married?  Into Dom?  She could see that. Hmm.  Ana smiled sweetly.  “Well don’t you worry about that, Sergei has party experience.”  As in sex parties.  She’d only been to one though because once it had become a fad to get inked while the other person did their absolute best to get you to move in the throes of ecstasy, she had grown disinterested. Plus the few that had tried weren't any good.  Ana shrugged.  “Still, if that’s what you want I’m happy to chip in and do my part.”  That was two separate things.  She’d do it too, if only to call his bluff.


Ana was engaged with her prey but smiled at the newcomer.  She was behind the counter after all and again, she wasn’t going to be rude to the cash cows.  She didn’t know what Jerry was trying to sweet talk out of Sergei but clearly the woman was a part of it with the walking in and inserting herself right in the middle.  Jerry had flirted with her too.  Casanova.  Maybe they were swingers.  Eh, it didn’t matter.  Back to Beto.  “If you’re getting a kitten I’ll get a patch of sunlight.”