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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Aon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Walking home from college after another day of monotonous lessons</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaves of multiple colors litter the ground around you giving the road a speckled frame of mixed hues</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A brisk wind flows into and around your sweatshirt as your feet fall one after another marching towards your destination</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cars pass by with a hum as your feet guide your path down the familiar sidewalk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It had been a few years since you graduated from high school and started attending one the local colleges</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your parents had moved out of the state once you were out of high school as they wanted to go out and experience new things</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They had stayed behind until you were in college at which point they figured you were old enough to live on your own</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You liked where you lived and had decided to stay</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Living wasn't a problem as your parents had a decent amount of saved up money</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With said money you were able to exist quite comfortably in a studio apartment while attending university</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On your way you pass by a supermarket and decide to stop and grab a few necessities while you were close by</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The air conditioning inside provides some relief from the chilly temperatures outside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Strolling aimlessly you peruse the available items picking up what you need here and there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you held the items you figured you'd need for the next week you headed for the registers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you wait in line your eyes drift over the magazines lining the check-out area</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing more than paparazzi BS and shock value garbage as you expected</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The line shifts forward and your eyes pass over to the selection of gum in front of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick out a pack and place it along with the rest of your items</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With little else to do you stare at the back of the person in front of you while you wait</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a small girl with a powder blue sweatshirt on that has stars along the trim and around the hood</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reaches over to the candy to her right and lifts a chocolate bar from where it rested</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hands it to the cashier who takes it and swipes it across the counter with a *Beep*</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn back to your own items as she begins to pay making sure you have all that you needed one last time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you finish your check the cashier speaks up next to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry miss but the card's been denied. Do you happen to have cash instead?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to look as the girl shakes her head and her silver hair obstructs her face from your sight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How did I know this would happen again?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the check-out counter and see she only has a few items worth only around ten dollars total</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A swell of pity rises in your throat as you watch the scene play out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girl begins to dig through her pockets looking for whatever money she can</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems to turn up rather empty aside from a few coins</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feeling a little awkward about the whole situation several moments pass before you reach into your pocket and dig out your wallet</span><br />&quot;Excuse me, but would you mind if I spot you on this one?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say as you hand your card to the cashier who looks from you to the girl before taking it from you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girl raises a hand as if in protest before lowering her hand as well as her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once the girl is rung up and has her bags she turns to look up at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're met with a familiar face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A slightly pale girl with silver hair with shame and embarrassment in her eyes which avoid yours quietly thanks you</span><br />&quot;Trixie?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the mention of her name her eyes snap up to your own, painted in confusion</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a slight pause she goes red in the face as s</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice trails off as she looks down and away from you once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had gone to high school with Trixie and now that you see her you're surprised you didn't recognize her sooner</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She had always worn clothing with stars on it and her signature magician's hat even while in class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A lot of students made fun of her for it but she seemed to ignore them more often than not</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You two hadn't been the closest of friends but you were never mean to her and because of that you had been acquaintances</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You would group in class for projects occasionally and make polite small talk every now and then</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coming back to the here and now you look up as the cashier begins taking your groceries</span><br />&quot;Just put it on the same card please.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Saying that you turn to Trixie who was still looking away in embarrassment</span><br />&quot;Hey Trixie, been a while, how you been?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes dart around as she speaks quickly through her mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've been alright; I can't say I'm not embarrassed by my current predicament however. My card must have been frozen for some reason?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes seem to hide another tale behind them but you don't press her</span><br />&quot;Well what's up? You in college too now?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs a little bitterly at your question</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not quite, no; I actually went straight into the entertainment business after we graduated. I have my own little show and everything now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles a little at the thought but it quickly fades</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice and mark it in your head as strange</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In school she had loved to talk all about how she wanted to be a famous magician once she graduated</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She said that she had always wanted to bring magic into the lives of as many people as she could</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't that great of a secret that Trixie didn't exactly have much of a home</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lived with a foster family for a few years bouncing between homes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rumors about her parents circulated about the school but she had never been forthright with the information and you refrained from pryinghe recognizes you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-Anon? I, um, hello...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She occupied herself with learning magic tricks and thinking up routines to perform whenever she had free time and occasionally you'd give her some input</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She always enjoyed when you humored her and she never seemed happier than when thinking about her show</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That fact made it all the more strange that she seemed pained at the mention of her apparently budding career</span><br />&quot;Well if you're performing now maybe I'll have to drop by and see it for myself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile warmly at her as you say the words</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your smile spreads to her face as well before once again quickly pulling back into a grimace</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe, I'll have to see when I'm performing next. Not just anyone can get in to see the great and powerful Trixie after all&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A smug air creeps into her throat as she puffs up her small frame proudly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle and turn as the cashier hands you back your card</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once your eyes are gone Trixie deflates down into her small hunched form once again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting your bags you and Trixie begin to walk to the door together</span><br />&quot;Hey, you doing anything tonight? I was just gonna head home but I'm kind of sick of sitting there all the time recently; I was thinking about going to the bar or something. You want to tag along?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyebrow shoots up as you lay the proposition on her and she smirks slightly before shaking her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My card isn't working if you hadn't noticed so what good would going to the bar do me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has a point there</span><br />&quot;How about first drinks on me and then we see if we can wrangle any guys to get you some more huh? Come on, I could use someone to talk to.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie stares ahead in thought as you exit the door and stand just outside the store with your bags in hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning with a smirk she looks up at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, how could I turn down such an offer from an adoring fan?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile wide as she accepts your offer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hadn't been lying and it had been quite a number of weeks since you were able to hang out with anyone outside of the campus</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you have anywhere particular in mind Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod your head</span><br />&quot;Yeah there's this place not too far from here. It's at the corner by where that fountain is in the shopping center. You know the place?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tilts her head in thought before nodding</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes I think I do remember such a place. The mare's tail right? Odd name for such an establishment.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug</span><br />&quot;Eh, bars can have weird names sometimes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright Anon, I'll meet you there as soon as I have seen to my groceries that you were so generous to gift me with.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both agree to meet at the bar in roughly an hour and you both set off down the street branching off from one another</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once home you store your groceries in the fridge and use the restroom before grabbing your keys and heading out the door once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You arrive at your destination and pass through the entrance into the warm air of the bar</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once inside you remove your jacket and roll up the sleeves of your button down while placing yourself at the bar and ordering a beer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Roughly ten minutes pass as you worry that you may have been stood up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the thought passes through your mind you hear the door open and through it came Trixie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she steps in she glances around nervously before she spots you and waves making her way towards you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she does she unzips her hoodie and underneath you see a deep blue dress that conforms to her shape before splaying out in ruffles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Underneath her dress you see her legs are covered by black leggings to keep off the chilly air from outside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sits down beside you looking you over</span><br />&quot;And here I was worried that I might have been stood up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please, Trixie is far above standing up an old friend.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle as she slips into her old stage persona that she would use sometimes when you helped her with her plans</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know her well enough to know that she would start doing so when she was nervous and felt like she had to appear bigger than she was however</span><br />&quot;So oh great and powerful one, I said I'd buy you a drink didn't I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Saying so you waive down the bartender and let Trixie order whatever she wanted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A cosmopolitan</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surprise levels: minimal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle to yourself once more as she crosses her legs on her chair and looks around somewhat awkwardly</span><br />&quot;So Trix. What you been up to these past few years?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you ask the bartender returns with her drink</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surprisingly quickly too given that it was a Friday afternoon heading into night</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the drink is set in front of her Trixie stirs the liquid inside whilst mulling over her thoughts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well Anon, as I've said before I started up my show not long after leaving high school. Since then I've been looking for venues and I've been trying to expand my audience as best I can. Learning new tricks here and there when I can; I'm trying to be the best performer I can be. What about yourself?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Mainly just going through college trying to get my degree. Other than that there hasn't been much in the way of excitement for me. My family moved out of state but I chose to stay and do my schooling here because I like the area and I got into a decent school. Aside from that I'm pretty much the same old Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A pregnant lull falls over the conversation as neither of you find much to say</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both resort to turning to your drinks as a way to feel busy in the midst of the lack of conversation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sipping on your beer you notice that Trixie downs her entire cocktail in a series of swigs</span><br />&quot;Thirsty?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh at her apparent eagerness to consume the drink</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just haven't had a good drink in a while is all is that a problem?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No, if you need to be blitzed to talk to me though maybe I should buy you another drink.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say lightheartedly as another laugh escapes your lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie looks taken aback slightly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's not how it is and you know it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She crosses her arms and looks over at the mirror behind the bar</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Following her gaze you stare at each other in the mirror</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face is scrunched and tight with a tinge of abashed nervousness</span><br />&quot;Ah lighten up Trix. You seem like you haven't unwound in ages. You're at a bar with an old friend; treat it like it is instead of like it's an interview or some shit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie turns away from the mirror to look you in the eye looking as if words were on the tip of her tongue</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A moment passes before she takes a long deep breath and drops her head exhaling heavily</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're right Anon, it has been quite a while since I've just been able to relax. Sorry I'm raining on your parade.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Don't sweat it, here; let's get you another cosmo eh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you shouldn't.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She voices her objection with a slightly condescending tone as you order her another drink with the bartender</span><br />&quot;Ah ah, no objections. A pretty girl like you should be used to getting pampered with drinks at this point I'd think.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small blush blooms on her face as she takes the compliment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'd be surprised; I don't always get the most?chivalrous, men that you can imagine at my shows.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, well please, do tell.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes her head for a moment with reservations before sighing and taking in another deep breath</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, at my last performance there were a number of hecklers; nothing outside the realm of normality mind you. Mainly just drunk buffoons who fancy themselves funny; one of them had the gall to toss a bottle onto the stage in the middle of my act. He spilled beer all over my shoes and the smell hasn't come out of them for a week.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her drink arrives in the middle of her talking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then there are the pigs after the show that try and woo me into their cars with their drunken *charm*. Ugh, some people think that just because my outfit is a little revealing while on stage that they can have their way with me like some kind of common hussy paid off the street.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cock an eyebrow at the mention of her costume but hold your tongue</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't seem to notice as her temper steadily rises with each new grievance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And then there are the establishment owners who always try and skimp on my pay because their shitty bar isn't filled to the brim for a show from some no name performer off the streets! What are they expecting? A full house for a girl who just started up her career? And then there are?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voices rises to a heated level as she continues to spout numerous offending occurrences that she was subject to in her line of work</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the time all is said and done her chest is heaving as she breathes in shaky lungfuls of air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit back watching her as her lip trembles slightly and a light sheen covers her eyes</span><br />&quot;Wow, I'm sorry, I didn't know that being a performer could be so hard.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans down on her elbows over the bar taking deep breaths to steady herself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's just so hard to stay motivated to keep going when I run into things like this all the time.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice cracks slightly as she speaks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've always just wanted to make people happy and I thought I could do that with my magic tricks but no one seems to care. It's like I'm still stuck in high school?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She squeezes her eyes shut and a few lonesome droplets roll down her cheeks before quickly being intercepted by her hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few more deep breathes and she calms herself once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's all just a big act; I'm nothing like who I am on stage. It's all just a big lie and the only person I'm kidding is myself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blinking to clear her eyes she looks over and apologizes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, I don't usually let these sorts of things get to me; it's just been a while since I had someone who cared enough to ask me about it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An ache in your heart had been growing throughout the entire story and now you sat unsure of what to do</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think about reaching over and patting her back but think better of it</span><br />&quot;It's ok; I know what it's like to not have someone to open up to occasionally. Can't keep it bottled up forever though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie lets out a bitter laugh while stirring the drink sitting before her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well that's a little hard to do when no one's around.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's your turn to laugh this time</span><br />&quot;Very true my friend.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your bottle in a one sided toast</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns to look at you from sharp, hesitant eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is that what we are Anon? We haven't even talked to each other in years.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyebrows rise and fall and a matter-of-fact appearance rests on your face</span><br />&quot;Just because we haven't seen each other in a while doesn't mean we aren't friends. I mean shit; we're both hanging out here together aren't we? If you don't want to be friends though then that's your choice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A fake hurt accent overtakes your tone as the last sentence falls from your mouth and you raise your head to take a sip while closing your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You peek out from under one eyelid to see Trixie glaring at you with her arms crossed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sight brings the bottle away from your lips and a gust of small laughter from your lungs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Stop that! You know Trixie doesn't want that.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're doing it again.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Doing what?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She probes you getting defensive</span><br />&quot;You always used to revert to using your stage name when you were embarrassed or flustered. It's kind of cute actually.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A much deeper blush rages against her pale complexion as she stumbles on her words looking for a response</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well Trix- er, I have always been more comfortable on stage. It's easier to pretend to be calm and collected when you're the Great and Powerful Trixie and not just plain old Trixie Lullamoon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And what exactly is wrong with just being&#160;?plain old Trixie'?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems a little upset at you seemingly agreeing with her self-given description but ignores it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well how am I supposed to do my show as me? A magician needs mystique, intrigue, guile. How else can we enrapture an audience with our performance?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks wistfully away from you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just feel so silly sometimes when I think about what I used to dream I could do. Now that I'm actually here there's a lot less satisfaction than I had previously expected? Of course I didn't think it would be easy but it's been a bit much is all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're silent for a short pause before attempting to change gears</span><br />&quot;It can't be all bad right? I mean you're doing what you always said you wanted to back in school. I remember you used to wear that wizard hat all over the place and how excited the thought of actually performing would get you. You still keep that old thing around by the way?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs a little remembering her inability to be placated without her hat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes actually, I wear it when I perform as a matter of fact. It reminds me of why I do it to begin with.&quot;</span><br />&quot;See? You've got some pep left in you. Just need to relax a bit before jumping back into things.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods in tired agreement</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I suppose you're right Anon, thank you, for all of this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She waves her hand in a circle indicating the bar</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's nice to be able to just hang out with someone.&quot;</span><br />&quot;No problem, can't say I wasn't being a little selfish in asking you here though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shrugs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can't say I'm too against it myself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both drink from your respective glasses as you let the conversation drift from one topic to another reminiscing about times passed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An hour or so later you both have a nice buzz going as you recall certain kids you used to go to school with</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each having some quirk or story to go along with them as the reminiscing drifted onward</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A lull in the conversation allows you to speak your mind about another topic</span><br />&quot;Hey, so I wasn't joking about coming to see you, I think it'd be cool to go to one of your shows. I've never gone to something like it before actually.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The words slightly sober her demeanor which had been growing more jovial over the past hour</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Truthfully Anon, I don't get much work. When I do it's usually a pretty scummy place anyway so you probably wouldn't want to go.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nah, you think that'll scare me off? I've been in some dodgy areas before, I'm sure I can handle whatever you can at any rate.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'll see Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not entirely convinced that she intends to follow through with such an idea</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Letting the topic go you turn to survey the bar</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it had filled up quite a bit over the time you'd been there and now there was a rather loud murmur of noise pervading the area</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You check your phone and see that time has dragged on towards eight o'clock as you two occupied each other's thoughts with trading tales</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie notices this as well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's getting kinda late Anon. I think I should probably head home soon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You agree and you both rise from your seats donning your jackets and head for the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stepping out into the cold night air small puffs of smoke rise from your mouths with each breath</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look over at Trixie who was gazing off down the street watching a car roll by</span><br />&quot;You live far from here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning she shakes her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No not very, you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm a few blocks up the street. Want me to walk you home?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's caught unaware by your offer and stumbles over her words once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N-no thank you, I'm sure I'll be fine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ignoring her polite declination you proceed to walk</span><br />&quot;Ah come on, if it isn't that far there's no harm in it.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of pattering footsteps grow behind you as she catches up to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't even know where I live if you recall. Where are you even going?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I dunno, got you moving though, so where we headed?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rolling her eyes Trixie guides you down the sidewalk to the east where she apparently resided</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After numerous minutes of walking you find Trixie dragging her feet slowing her pace greatly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After numerous minutes of walking you find Trixie dragging her feet slowing her pace greatly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sure this is far enough Anon, there's no need to take me all the way back home. I'll be fine, I promise.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What good would getting you halfway do? May as well see it to the end.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reluctantly she continues onward</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a few more minutes you come to the outskirts of a trailer park of sorts with a gated entrance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're a little surprised when Trixie turns down the path and pushes open the gate leading inside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leads you through a maze of other campers and mobile homes until you come to a stop outside of a small purple and blue trailer covered lightly in silver stars</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She walks up to the step leading to the door and turns to face you with an abashed expression</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, this is me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's having a hard time holding your gaze out of embarrassment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ignore her obvious discomfort and speak up</span><br />&quot;Alright, thanks again for coming out with me tonight, it was nice. We should do it again sometime you know? Keep up to pace with each other.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles slightly at your suggestion</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think I'd like that very much Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why don't we swap numbers then? Here hold on?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dig in your pocket and retrieve your phone opening it to add a new contact</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie relays her number and you tap in the digits saving them under her name</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Returning your phone to your pocket you look up once more</span><br />&quot;Well, I guess I should get going. I'll shoot you a text so you have my number once I'm home ok?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods at the proposal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Be safe on your way home Anon. Thank you for walking me here, you know you didn't have to.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nah, my pleasure, and I will be; how else would I come see one of your shows?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tease her slightly and she rolls her eyes as a smile spreads across her cheeks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not giving that up are you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not a chance.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both share a laugh in the still night air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave as does she as you turn to leave and she turns to enter her home</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The walk home is a somewhat short one as a little pep in your step keeps you on a steady pace</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once back you unlock the latch on your door and pass through the door frame</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get ready for bed and lay down before picking up your phone and sending Trixie a quick text so she'd have your number</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No response comes and you assume she's probably either preoccupied or passed out in a buzzed stupor just as you felt the urge to do</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon your eyes grow heavy and with thoughts of the day's events in your head you pass into the void of sleep</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You awake the next morning and check your phone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nada</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare at the screen for a moment before tossing the phone on the bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Going through your morning routine you find yourself making your way back into pajamas after brushing your teeth and showering</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Life's just better in pajamas</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It does help that it's a Saturday though</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No work to do, no deadlines to meet, just relaxing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That is exactly what you did too as you spend most of the day either playing videogames or flipping through channels</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Periodically you'd look down and check your phone to find nothing new had arrived for you to see</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tossing the phone away you meander over to your computer and set the fans whirling on start-up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After it works through the boot up processes you find your way to an internet tab and search up some guilty pleasure</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you browse the available videos of questionable content your brain takes a detour sans guidance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Already being at half-mast and with particular thoughts on the brain it didn't take long to think about your most recent and prominent focus</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The silver haired magician girl whom you had spent much of the last night with entered your thoughts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At first you batted her out of your mind feeling as though you were somehow affronting her with such thoughts alone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your fortitude can only hold so long however as you find yourself sizing her up without even realizing it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie had a smaller frame but it supported larger assets</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The vision of her heaving chest as she sucked in deep breaths of air from breaking down the other night filled your head with a mix of emotions</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Primarily among them being guilt that the sight was inciting thoughts in your head very contradictory to the context in which it was seen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Avoiding that particular image your mind finds its way to another snapshot in time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Trixie turned to head to her house before you both met at the bar your eyes couldn't help but linger on her swaying hips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She had certainly developed in the years since you had last seen her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could imagine yourself taking two large handfuls of her round rump and squeezing the soft mounds of tush</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feeling yourself twitch you snap back to reality</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did you really have to do this with every attractive girl you met? You think to yourself feeling perverted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly find a passable video trying to rid your head of the thoughts that nested there to little avail</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once finished you dispose of the evidence and search your fridge for something to eat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing some fruit you head back to the couch and plop down once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your phone which you had tossed lay next to you and you lazily hit the home button to check the time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A message displayed on the screen under the name Trixie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your brain lurch a little at the unexpected sight before opening the phone to see what the message said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon. I just wanted to thank you again for last night. We should try and hang out more sometime ok? Maybe I can buy you a drink next time =P&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You read over the message and type back a reply after a bit too much thought about your words</span><br />&quot;Don't tempt me, free booze and a night out with a nice lady can be hard to come by these days.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the message sent you wait for a moment to see if she responds</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your brain comes to the realization that you seem far more anxious about talking to her than you should be</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The wisp of thought soon vanishes as your phone buzzes on your leg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Haha we'll see. How about some time next weekend?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next weekend? Why not this one?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think about asking but she probably doesn't want to go to the bar two days in a row and you decide to not question it</span><br />&quot;Sounds good to me. Bar again?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another pause as you wait for her reply</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Could be fun. I'll have to see if anything comes up first though</span><br />&quot;Alright, just let me know when you can.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A minute or so passes and you feel as though that's the last of the conversation you'll be getting today</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Going back to your television you lay on the couch as the sun outside slowly droops through the sky making its way down to rest behind the landscape</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Night rolls around and you think back on the day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You did all of jack shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Great fuckin' day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stripping down to your boxers you plant your ass in bed and toss over yourself for a while before sleep once again overtakes you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunday passes in a flash of chores and school work that leads quite quickly into Monday</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The proper start to the week drags on as it usually does and you find your thoughts drifting to daydreams of a much more exciting life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were never much one for self-inserting into things but that never mattered if the story came from your head anyway</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flashes of battles never fought and surpassed hardships that never needed to be overcome to begin with drift through your mind's theatre</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rest of the week passes by in much the same fashion as lectures blend into one another from class to class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thursday as you're heading out of the university building a spark of interest shines in a world of mottled with boredom</span><br />*Bzzt**Bzzt*<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your phone makes itself apparent as you feeling its vibration reverberate throughout your leg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's from Trixie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon! So I know you said you wanted to go to the bar this weekend but I won't be able to make it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You did say you wanted to come and see one of my shows however. I managed to get booked at a semi-decent place downtown called The Mustang Lounge on Saturday. Are you interested in going to that instead?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your cheeks pull your mouth apart in a wide smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your fingers quickly tap out a reply and it's sent on its way in a flash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Somewhere out of sight a silver haired girl is infected as a smile is the most contagious of things</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The next day takes an eternity as your thoughts are enraptured by the thought of what tomorrow held in reserve</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the time between you look up where and what kind of place The Mustang Lounge was</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From the pictures and reviews it just seemed like a show room for comedians and the like</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing too extraordinary but not quaint or trashy either</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It would be a bit of a walk though</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment you contemplate taking your bike and chaining it up but it may end up getting stolen anyway and you'd rather that didn't happen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Car was the way to go then it would seem</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't usually use your car as it was up there in years and you could walk to most places around town just fine anyway</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looks like it would be your chariot to the grand occasion the following night</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Putting your phone away you busy yourself with work in an attempt to distract yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This proves somewhat successful and sooner rather than later you find yourself stepping through the door serving as a portal to your abode</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You set your things down and grab some food from the fridge to eat while you kick back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make it most of the way to the couch before you stop and turn to your closet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;May as well figure out what attire you'd be sporting</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another button down and jeans combo seems to be the way to go and you settle with your decision</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No reason to go crazy fancy as it didn't seem to be too snazzy of an establishment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feeling comfortable with your decision you head back to the couch and flop like a dead weight after the long day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few minutes across town in a purple and blue trailer a harrumph sounds in the air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where the hell are my good tights? I need them for tomorrow? I don't usually get the chance to do shows in a place like this and it might give my career a little boost so I have to look my best; not to mention Anon will be there too? Ugh! How can I have lost them in a tiny dump like this?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She combs through the trailer throwing clothing and other various odds and ends around as she searches for her best uniform</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fifteen minutes of looking go by and a sound rings out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aha! There you are you little pain.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling the garment from within the back of a drawer she lays it out with the rest of her performance attire on the small table where she ate her meals</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm gonna have to iron all of this? ugh seriously?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Complaining to no one in particular she breaks out the ironing board from her tiny closet and goes to work</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rays of the setting sun caressed down her back casting a shadow across her legs from the mass hanging above them that blocked the light</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once the work was done and her shining companion found its being resting behind the world Trixie packed away her board and prepared for sleep</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making her way to the general use showers in the trailer park she began going over her routine in her head as she went about her tasks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Teeth found themselves brushed and flossed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Skin found itself draped in the flowing serenity of warm water as she let it ease the tension in her muscles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Steam found its way to the brain and thoughts found themselves drifting to how tired the day had made her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was always nervous about a show</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Always anxious that she'd mess up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That she hadn't prepared the right material</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Having her friend there wasn't going to help matters much but the thought of a familiar face in the crowd brought some ease to her discomfort</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soapy hands found their way over flesh unceremoniously as she scrubbed at the accumulated filth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Toweling off and redressing she made her way home where she promptly stripped and donned her sleep attire</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A tight tank top clung to her chest and a strip of cloth nestled between her bare cheeks were all that covered her as she inspected a mirror</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hands came to cup her breasts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were too big in her opinion, not because she didn't feel attractive with them but because the weight of them always bothered her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the very least they could help get her some show deals from old pervy business owners who liked to ogle her though</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hands slid down her stomach and back to her supple cheeks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A soft squeeze emanated from her hands</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She always enjoyed the feeling as it brought some relaxation to her usually scattered thoughts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her ministrations subsiding she turned and flipped the light switch before crawling into bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nerves about the following day kept her up for some time until even her buzzing mind calmed to match the stillness of the night</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You awake the following morning and fix yourself a quick breakfast</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once fed and watered (OJed?) you slip into an outfit and make your way out the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning down the street you stride towards the store that you had encountered Trixie at the week prior</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small walk finds you at your destination and the automatic door swings forth to accommodate your passing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spend little time looking at unnecessary odds and ends as you have a singular item in mind for purchase</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way to the refrigerated section of the store that also housed a floral display</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Searching around you find a small bouquet of red roses that despite the chilly temperatures outside were still enchanting in their beauty</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spend some time finding a vase that also suits your purposes and remove it from its home on the shelf</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your items in tow you make a B-line for the register</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cashier gives a soft smile at your selection of items</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So who's the lucky lady?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, just a friend, I'm going to see her put on a magic show tonight actually.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I'm sure she'll think they're lovely regardless.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wraps up your transaction and you bid her a good day as you head out the door and back towards your home</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Back at your place you fill the vase with water and drop the flowers in to preserve them until the coming night</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With little else to do you send a message to your newest old friend</span><br />&quot;Ready for the show tonight?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A couple moments pass before your phone is sent to buzzing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon, I'm actually just trying to get everything prepared for tonight. Always have to make sure I have everything in order you know?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Need help with anything?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think I shall be fine thank you. I have done this before you are aware =P&quot;</span><br />&quot;Alright oh miss Great and Powerful. Let me know if you do though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I should probably tell you that I'm allowed to have a guest in for free by the way. Just mention your name to one of the security guys at the door and they should let you in.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh what's this? I feel so special haha.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe a little in the head =P&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your phone grows silent as the magician is probably busying herself with the task of preparing for the coming show</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find yourself at a lack of what to do as the show wouldn't be starting until roughly seven o'clock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With several hours to kill you check your clothing to make sure all is in order</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Check</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Go to the gas station to fill up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Check</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Make sure you have cash just in case anything fucky happens</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Check</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Succumb to boredom</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Triple check</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pass the time the only way you know how as you sit at your computer and fire up a game</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few hours pass as you play and before all too long enough time has passed for you to begin getting ready</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Entering the bathroom you stare into the mirror</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stubble lines your face and with a shrug you reach for your razor and get to work</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After washing the hair remnants down the drain you inspect your smooth visage in the mirror</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few cuts but aside from that you look clean and presentable</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You return your razor to its holder and undress before stepping into the shower</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Warm water runs along your skin as you absorb the heat into your pores</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grease and grime slough off of you only to be replaced by the suds and lather of soap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You massage a fragrant fruity conditioner into your hair after you rinse out the shampoo and let it smooth out your matted mess</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rinsing the rest of your body you escape the steam cloud in which you had just been lounging</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab a towel and run it along your damp exterior as it absorbs the droplets racing down your form</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stepping outside you let the rest of your body dry before fitting into a pair of boxer briefs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You check the time and see that it's four in the evening</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Planning to head out by five thirty you put on some deodorant and go about various other preparations</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meanwhile across town Trixie has just hauled her trunk of various props into the back of The Mustang Lounge</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heading to her dress room she props up the chest on a table next to a vanity mirror for her to prepare herself for the show</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before going about any make up or clothing she exits the room and heads back out into the main room of the establishment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small to medium sized stage sat at the front of the room with several tables scattered throughout all lined with chairs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the room itself was decently large and seemed to accommodate affair amount of people when the opportunity arose</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room was bound to have a large crowd as many patrons came simply to eat and drink while Trixie's show was a side of entertainment to go along with it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maneuvering through the maze of furniture Trixie found a man standing behind the bar</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello, I am Trixie and I will be performing here tonight. I don't suppose you know where the owner is do you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah actually, he's up in the sound booth with our IT guy. He was waiting for you to go over a few things.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah, of course. Thank you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie follows the bartender's finger to a set of stairs leading up to a balcony area</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More seating and tables sat in preparation for the evening's guests and off to one side a small black booth with a control panel existed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two men stood behind the booth talking but as she approached turned to greet her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah, you must be Trixie! Great to have you, thanks for being available on such short notice. We were going to have a standup routine but the guy got a stomach virus and couldn't make it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That is not to worry about; Trixie is always prepared to perform.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie smiles warmly if not professionally at the owner</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Great to hear. This here is Joseph by the way. He'll be handling the sound for tonight's events. If you have anything prepared just show him how you want it and he'll make it happen.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie turns to Joe and shakes his hand with a smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I do actually have something to go along with my show if it won't be too much trouble. I'll go get prepped and we can start a run-through to make sure everything is working alright?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Joe nods in agreement and Trixie excuses herself to return to her backstage room to prepare</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Popping open the trunk on her table Trixie begins to take out numerous necessities for her show</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First she dons her outfit sans hat before turning her attention to a make-up kit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A layer of foundation covers her face before a dose of mascara and a deep blue eye shadow find their way on as well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small dose of glitter is next on the list as Trixie sprinkles herself with the decoration</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally she applies a few small stars around the sides of her eyes as her favorite piece of flare</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once prepared she latches the trunk shut and heaves it out onto the stage from behind and setting it behind her stool</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Removing a CD from the case she makes her way over to the sound booth once more and hands it over to Joe</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives him a run-down of what she will be doing and what kind of cues she will give for what music</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finishing her instructions she heads down to the stage and prepares to run through her act to get any kinks out before show time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only a few minor mix ups are had and after a second, hasty, go Trixie feels confident that the show will go smoothly even with such little prep time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Replacing everything back into her trunk she makes her way to the bar</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gets herself a couple bottles of water from the bartender and head back on stage leaving one on her stool and then back into her room backstage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gets back to her room and sips from her bottle to ease her stomach as well as he thoughts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Glancing at the clock she notices that it is nearly six and from outside she can hear the murmur of people as they enter the building ahead of time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaning back in her seat she takes a deep breath and a long sigh escapes her lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Closing her eyes she lets her mind go calm and devoid of thought as she waited to be called for show time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Half an hour earlier and most of the way across town you find yourself dressed in a nice-ish outfit with a vase of roses in hand as you head out your door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unlocking your car you sit and place your gift in the passenger seat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling out your phone you tap in the location and your GPS pulls up directions to the club</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The drive isn't a long one but it takes a while to find parking as apparently this is a pretty popular place on Saturday nights</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you find a spot and make your way to the door with flowers in tow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel strange walking past the line of people waiting to get in and a little silly given you're carrying a vase but you saw no other way to go about it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coming up to a man checking ids you are halted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Line's that way.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bouncer points off in the direction of the growing crowd</span><br />&quot;Yeah uh, my name's Anon, Trixie said that you guys would be cool with me coming up like this?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah alright, guest of the performer, I remember now. Go on in bud.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thank the man and head inside to a rumble of noise as chatter fills the air around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A server comes up to you and shows you to a small two person table that's close to the stage which was part of the reserved section</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting you set your vase down next to your chair leg as your server informs you of the mandatory one drink per person minimum policy the bar has</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hearing this you order yourself a beer and pay the waitress</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess being a VIP didn't get you all the perks but it certainly was nice to get what you did</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Glancing around you see people chatting and drinking while waiting for the show of the night to begin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waitress soon returns and you sip on your own beer as the minutes tick by</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly the area is filled with people as the patrons file into the building over time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once seemingly at capacity the doors are shut and a voice comes over the speakers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Welcome ladies and gentlemen to The Mustang Lounge. Tonight we will be having a special performance from The Great and Powerful Trixie in lieu of our scheduled comedian being unable to make the show tonight.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few people seem surprised by the news and a few others let out disappointed exclamations but nothing too crass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'll be getting started in just a moment so sit back, relax, and enjoy the bar while you wait.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From a back room Trixie hears the announcement and her breath catches in her throat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nervousness overtook her as she twirls part of her hair while waiting to be called up to the stage to perform her show</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twenty minutes pass before a knock sounds on her door and a head pokes through</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're on girl.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie's heart skips a beat as she stands and checks herself one last time in the vanity mirror</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then clips on her microphone before exiting the room and heading to the side of the stage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once there she sees the person who had called her from her room speak into a radio and after a moment the speakers come to life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ladies and Gentlemen let us present to you tonight's entertainment; please give a warm welcome to The Great and Powerful Triiiiiixie!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As her name is called she sets a wide smile on her face and steps out from the side of the stage to face the crowd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A large number of people were present</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Certainly more than she had ever performed for</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She had been expecting a decent crowd however and didn't falter at the sight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, with a sway of her hips and a wave of one of her hand she enters into the spotlight to a smattering of applause</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few cat calls rise up from the men and whistles can be heard throughout the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Down in the crowd you watch as Trixie enters center stage and see exactly why she may have been getting attention from some of the guys at her shows</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her outfit consisted of a low cut center piece which came down between her legs and up the backside which was framed by a vest that pushed her chest out even further</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dark nylons covered her legs and shaped around her cushy backside which was draped in deep blue starry cape</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Atop her head rested her signature pointed hat with stars matching those on her cape</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was quite a site to see and not in any unpleasant manner at that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scans the crowd for a second and spots you looking down with a smile at your presence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello everyone, how are we all tonight?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie's cheery tone rings out over the sound system</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A multitude of small cheers and claps resound from the crowd as they eagerly await the show</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Very good, I hope you're all prepared for a show tonight so let's have some fun shall we?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie prepositions to the crowd to get them involved and into the show with a notable amount of success</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Tonight I will be doing a variety of tricks. Some of which will involve props?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She flourishes with her hand and a number of playing cards appear between her fingers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few *Ahhs* and laughs emanate from the crowd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;?practical effects?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She snaps her opposite hand and small flame appears as if her thumb were a lighter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More response from the crowd is heard this time with more enthusiasm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie then brings the flame under the cards and in flare of fire the cards disappear and the flame is extinguished</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hoots and hollers ring out from the crowd gaining a wide smile from the performer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;?and maybe even a volunteer! But for now why don't we jump right in and see what I have in store for you tonight?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applause from the crowd puts pep into Trixie's step as she reaches down and unlatches her trunk even if roughly half the lounge was busier talking than watching the show</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch as she gets straight into the show wasting no time at all in an attempt to hold the attention of the rest of the crowd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins with a variety of simple tricks to get the crowd into the show before moving on to more impressive feats</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the show progresses the crowd becomes more invested as Trixie makes several objects appear, disappear, transform, and more over the course of the hour and a half long show</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the show goes on and begins to wind down Trixie calls out to the crowd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now for my last trick I will be needing a volunteer to assist from the crowd.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Several hands are raised and Trixie eyes them carefully before choosing a woman near the side of the crowd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes I think you'll do just fine!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She points at the woman who begins making her way towards the stage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once she's on stage Trixie explains to the crowd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now, I will be having our lovely volunteer here hold this scarf for me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hands the woman a multicolored cloth as she says the words</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd like you to pick a color on this scarf and concentrate very hard on it. Can you do that for me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The woman nods in affirmation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wonderful! I'm going to have you hold this in your hands now covering it up so that we can't see it ok?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places her hands over volunteers and closes them over the cloth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now look deep into my eyes dear and imagine that color you picked very hard. Think about the color, what kinds of objects hold that color, why you picked it and what it means to you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Saying this Trixie steps back and holds her hands at her sides</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now if you'd be so kind as to blow on your hands for me dear.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The volunteer does as she's asked as a few people in the crowd laugh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now please open your hands!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The woman does so and a cheer goes out from the crowd as there is nothing remaining where the cloth once was</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie walks over to the volunteer and places both her hands over the woman's shaking them dearly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you you've been a wonderful assistant!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The woman looks slightly confused as she asks why the color she chose mattered as her hands are still held by Trixie's</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well it really doesn't actually, why, what color did you choose?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The woman replies that she had chosen red</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah, well in that case.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a flourish Trixie removes her hands from the woman's producing a red cloth of the same size as the original</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The crowd cheers around you as you applaud with a smile on your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie takes the astonished woman's hand and bows with her before sending her off stage and back to her seat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd like to thank you all; you've been a wonderful crowd tonight! I have been The Great and Powerful Trixie! Goodnight!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The crowd's cheers intensify as she bows once more before exiting the stage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You applaud with the crowd until most of the excitement fades and the lounge patrons turn to each other in conversation once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull out your phone and sent a quick message to Trixie asking where you could meet her after she was changed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A decent amount of time passes as you sit in your seat finishing your second beer when a buzz from your phone vibrates through your leg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey! I'm out in the lobby area right now, why don't you come meet me there?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab your vase and rise from your seat heading out to the front entrance of the building holding the present behind your back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get there to find Trixie waiting for you with a beaming smile on her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's now wearing her star spangled hoodie but underneath you can still see the nylons covering her legs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! I'm so glad you came. Did you like it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I loved it! You were great up there!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both excitedly chatter about how the show went for a minute before you stop her</span><br />&quot;Here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring the flowers out from behind your back</span><br />&quot;?these are for you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile as Trixie's eyes widen and her mouth hangs lightly open</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! You shouldn't have.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hey, you were performing so I thought you deserved something nice for your trouble. Besides it's kind of a customary thing at shows right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie giggles at your uncertainty before taking a deep breath of the flowery scent</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you Anon, you're the greatest you know that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, maybe second greatest.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both laugh at the implication of her stage name as a group approaches the two of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few loud men stumble over in an obvious state of deep inebriation towards the two of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once whistles while another steps up sloppily</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was one hell of a show you got there lady! Never seen anything like it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the while he's talking the man sways in place where he stands with his friends not far behind him doing much the same</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks you, I'm glad you enjoyed the show.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie reply graciously, obviously having seen this kind of thing before</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe next time you could choose me as a volunteer. I'd be really good at making those clothes disappear if you know what I mean.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A dopey grin slides onto his face as his friends erupt behind him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see a blush on Trixie's face at the situation but her face is scrunched in annoyance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Perhaps, but something tells me you lack the necessary?aptitude, to help one such as I.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The man's grin falls from his face as his friends' laughter shift from Trixie onto his own misfortune</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He swivels his head back at his friends before turning around to open his mouth once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see this coming and cut him off however</span><br />&quot;Trixie and I were just about to head out actually. Why don't you say goodbye Trix?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Have a nice night&#160;?gentlemen'.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both turn and leave the sloshed brigade to sort themselves s out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning to a door that says backstage Trixie leads you past a few hallways to where her room was</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks you to wait outside while she packs a few things</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do and after a moment she reappears from behind the door with her Trunk in tow</span><br />&quot;You heading out now?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah I was going to. I already got my check from the owner and he said he'd give me a call if he had any more availability seeing as how the show went off really well.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That sounds great! Want me to walk you to your car?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie looks up at you with her head tilted and a small chuckle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't have a car Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;How did you get here then? Don't tell me you walked all this way?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No nothing like that, I got a taxi is all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes bemused</span><br />&quot;Why didn't you just call me for a ride?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie looks down at her trunk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I couldn't ask you to come out to my show and then ask you for a ride to it too. That would just be rude.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You know I wouldn't mind. Come on, I'll take you home.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take Trixie's case from her ignoring her objections and have her show you out the side door of the building</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making your way to your car you pop the trunk and drop the case inside before closing it up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie plops down in the passenger seat as you sit on the driver's side and fasten your seat belt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie looks out the window and windshield letting her eyes drift awkwardly</span><br />&quot;You hungry?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns to look at you and her contorts showing you the answer before she even speaks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;God yes, I haven't eaten like all day.&quot;</span><br />&quot;How's Denny's sound? Breakfast for dinner?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes brighten at the prospect and she agrees that it sounds like a wonderful idea</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn the key and your car's engine rumbles to life as you pull out of your parking spot and towards the diner back by both of your homes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The drive is short and on the way you recount your favorite parts of the show to Trixie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles to herself the whole way with warmth emanating from her chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rumbling through the parking lot you place yourself in front of the diner</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was pushing later into the night and there were only a few people left inside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holding the door for Trixie you let her address the waitress who eyes her attire curiously</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Two please.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waitress refrains from asking and grabs a pair of menus and leads you off to a mostly secluded corner</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slide into the booth across each other and take the menus as the waitress is off to fetch your drinks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide what you're going to have and set down the menu as your friend continues to browse through her own</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes are barely visible as the pointed hat she had left atop her head obscures most of her face</span><br />&quot;Whatchu gonna get?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie peers up over the menu and smiles with a devilish flash of teeth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The Lumberjack Slam.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look her up and down her small frame as one of your eyebrows travels north</span><br />&quot;You're gonna eat all that? By yourself?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And a shake! I feel like celebrating how well the show went tonight so why not?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug</span><br />&quot;Guess I may as well get one too then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this point the waitress returns to deliver your drinks and take your orders</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Departing from your table she leaves the two of you alone once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A silence reigns supreme until a somewhat puzzled look dawns on Trixie's face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So Anon, it just occurred to me that even though we used to be friends I never really learned all that much about you. Not much has changed in the past week either. Tell me something about yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The question catches you a little off guard so you take a moment to think</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seeing your pause Trixie prompts you to get the gears turning</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on, what kind of stuff do you enjoy doing? Art? Exercising? Anything?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I play a lot of videogames, I always have since I was a kid. Just kind of what I do to pass the time I guess. I assembled my own computer about a year ago actually so I could play on there. Not gonna lie, I felt pretty proud of myself when the thing actually turned on and didn't explode.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle a bit at the thought</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then grimace at the thought of how long it took you figure out what the hell was happening with it when you first put it together</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stupid BIOS wouldn't load properly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A giggle brings you out of your reflection</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You make faces when you're really thinking about stuff.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You realize that you had been doing just that as well as moving your hands along with the emotions you were feeling as you remembered you PC troubles</span><br />&quot;I don't do that a lot do I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Only when you zone out.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another laugh comes from within her chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit abashedly with your hands now at your sides on the booth bench</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What else you got? Favorite music?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She ceases her tittering to set the conversation back on track</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You receive your plates and you thank the waitress before replying</span><br />&quot;Mostly rock and alternative stuff, really whatever has good composition and lyrics that aren't along the lines of&#160;?we in da club, les get wasted and snort coke'<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fake a ghetto accent to punctuate your slang receiving a light laugh from the focus of your attention as you chuckle along with her</span><br />&quot;What about you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie nods her head in agreement at the sentiment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I like a lot of stuff. I can't say I have one particular favorite but I like smoother and softer music whenever I'm just trying to zone out. It's like I'm able to just float away in a dream for a little while. That's not to say I don't like rock and stuff too. It just depends on my mood I guess.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shrugs punctuating her sentiment</span><br />&quot;I guess you'll just have to show me what you mean sometime then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remark with a smirk which is returned in similar fashion by Trixie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I could come over to your place sometime. We could fool around and do it then.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The accidental innuendo catches your mind and it shows on your face all too well apparently as the meaning is not lost on Trixie either</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not like that you perv. Sheesh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs as patches of blood stamp themselves on your cheeks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not being one to let such a thing slide you put forth a retort</span><br />&quot;Well it's not like I'm the one walking around in pantyhose that shows off most of my butt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her mouth falls open in mock offense as you poke fun at her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of you let out a quick laugh and the slight tension eases</span><br />&quot;You know it's not really surprising that guys try to hit on you after a show given what you wear during it<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let your finger trail up and down over her form indicating her outfit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs raising her hands before letting them drop once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well you know what they say. Flaunt it if you got it and Trixie knows that she certainly has it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A cocksure smile drifts over her as her eyes narrow slightly and she slips into her stage personality</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of her hands came to rest down below the table presumably on a hip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crack a smile forcing her out of her confident composure as she begins to smile right back at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie finally looks down at her plate and picks up her fork</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The conversation abates slightly as you both begin to dig into your food</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;True to her word Trixie wastes little time seemingly inhaling her food only stopping occasionally to take a sip from her drink</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She cleans her plate far before you do and leans back on the seat with a content sigh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You eventually clear your plate as well and push it towards the center of the table to clear a space for your elbows which you then rest your chin on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few minutes trail on becoming lost to the ebb and flow of time before the curious expression returns to Trixie's face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So why do you like games so much Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What do you mean?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, like, what makes you enjoy them so much. There has to be a reason behind it. You seem to enjoy them more than anything else at least.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had never really thought about it before in truth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It had just been your favorite hobby for as long as you could remember</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a moment to search yourself before replying</span><br />&quot;Well? I guess it's because I like stories so much. I like being able to lose myself in some other world for a while. I can be whoever I want when I'm playing a game, a super soldier, an adventurer or an explorer, all sorts of things. I can be a hero; I can be important and feel like I'm making a difference in the world even if that world is just someone else's creation. Honestly I've always wished there was something more to life? it just feels like I'm going from point A to point B sometimes and it's a drag.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause for another moment to collect your thoughts which you had let flow freely from your maw</span><br />&quot;I like to think that if I was actually in some of the situations I'm in in a game that I'd be able to handle myself. That I'd be able to pull through and dig deep and be the hero that everyone needs. It would just be nice to feel like I was doing something special with my life instead of just going to college and getting a job. That's boring, I don't want my life to end up like that you know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once more you stop and take a deeper breath before continuing</span><br />&quot;I also like the challenge. I feel like if I can overcome something in a game with enough resolve and dedication I could be able to do it in the real world but that's not always how it works? Sometimes I just feel like grinding to a halt and saying&#160;?Fuck it' and just chasing after some crazy dream my head cooks up. But then my rational side kicks in and thinks of all the consequences, all the problems it would cause and I just let it drift out of my head.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie stares at you unsure of how to respond</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You realize that you had just revealed a deep part of yourself to her, a part that even you hadn't noticed was there until that very moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been staring off at some blurred object the entire time you'd been talking as emotions flashed through your mind in time with the words from your throat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind keeps turning and you look up to meet her eyes</span><br />&quot;I guess I'm scared Trixie. I'm scared that none of what I'm doing matters in the slightest. I start thinking like this and it dawns on me how insignificant most of what I do must be in the scheme of things. My head just snowballs full of thoughts until I end up giving myself a mild existential crisis about it all. That's usually when I turn on a game and let my mind get lost from itself again. Keeps me from thinking too much. God knows I have plenty of time for it since I hardly ever have anything to do outside my normal routine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Realizing your vision had glazed over once more you re-focus on Trixie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her head is slightly down and a somber expression adorns her rounded face</span><br />&quot;Sorry? I must be such a buzz kill.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You force a heartless laugh out of yourself hoping to lighten the mood</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't do much to change Trixie's countenance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think I can relate to that pretty well actually Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You search her eyes as they seem to stare at a distant image in her mind's eye</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What she sees there you can only wonder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know that I used to always say that I wanted to do magic to make people happy; and I do don't get me wrong, but I guess I also do it because I don't want to just lead a normal, boring, life. Not a lot of people took notice of me in high school and the ones who did mostly just made fun of me. I know you were nice to me and a few others too but even then we were only more like acquaintances than anything else.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pauses and removes her hat from her head to stare down into it as though the site were a rapturous abyss for her to plummet into</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was always the ugly little duckling, the odd one out. I hated it, every minute of it. So when we started nearing the end of high school I told myself what I would do. I'd start my own magic act and become as famous as I could. I just wanted people to look at me like I was normal for once; I wanted everyone to love me. After I graduated I used what little money I had to buy my trailer and a proper show costume along with some props and started looking for work as the one and only Great and Powerful Trixie. I took on a new persona; I started acting like a pompous snob to anybody who talked to me. I was delusional; thoughts of fame filled my head and I let it get the better of me for far too long.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pauses to collect herself for a moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been watching a stream of emotions play out over her face this entire time whilst listening to her speak</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sadness, longing, resentment, shame, anger, and exacerbation as her mind spirals from one fault to another in the story that was her life over the past few years</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Soon enough I had driven away the few friends I had and before I knew it I was broke and living out of a trailer park. The oh so Great and Powerful Trixie, hardly able to get by with enough money to feed herself. The realization hit pretty hard when I saw where I had wound up? God I must sound so pathetic.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops and clasps her hands in front of her looking down at them while taking a deep breath</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Righting herself as the waitress comes back to deposit the shakes in front of you and take your empty plates</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Trixie says a quick &quot;Thank you&quot; dismissing the woman once more before reaching for her drink</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow suit and take as long a draught of the thick liquid as you can</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit drinking in silence for a while simply processing what you had said and heard while enjoying your shake</span><br />&quot;Well if it's pathetic at least you got someone else in the same boat. And it's not like there isn't still time to change things. Just gotta be brave enough to try and do it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She contemplates your words and nods her head while sipping her drink but remaining quiet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The silence remains willingly unlike some of the previous pregnant pauses</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You assume she's spinning around in her own mind much like you had been a moment before</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems out of it even which you attribute to her long day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tired state is plainly apparent from her drooping eyes</span><br />&quot;You about ready to head out?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie takes a few last sips from her shake which elicits a suckling, popping, sound from the remaining fluid</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Putting down her now empty drink she nods and you head to the register together</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After paying you both exit the building into the night</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dig in your pocket and check the time on your phone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was nearing eleven at night and the amount of cars on the road had decreased significantly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leading the way to your car you press the fob granting access to the vehicle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Popping open your door you drop down into your seat and Trixie takes her place to your right</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once more the engine revs to life with a turn of the key</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shifting into gear you head out of the parking lot and along the road</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a few minutes of comfortable silence you pass by the building your apartment rested in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You point out the window as Trixie's eyes follow your gaze taking note of the location after you mention its significance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not too long afterwards you make it to the front of the park in which Trixie stayed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She instructs you what sequence to push as you roll up to the gate pad</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few quick taps send the gate swinging inward and you pull the car through</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coming to a stop on the road not far from Trixie's place you pop the trunk and remove her luggage for her dragging it to the front steps</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For the second time you stand apart with her in the frame of the doorway and you staring up at her</span><br />&quot;Thanks for letting me come watch your show Trix. It was really cool.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles down at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was nothing, really, thank you for coming. And for hefting my stuff around.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives a coy laugh as she pulls on the handle of the trunk</span><br />&quot;No problem. I doubt you'd be able to get it around by yourself anyway.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your teasing brings her eyes back to life for a moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie is more than exceedingly capable on her own thank you very much.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She whips her hair for emphasis on the exaggerated words</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You share a laugh which transforms into a yawn that passes from her to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Closing your mouth you bring the stalemate to an end</span><br />&quot;Well it seems like you're about to pass out so I'll let you go. I'll see you around alright Trixie?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Goodnight Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Waving you turn around and head for your car as she hefts the equipment inside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The trip home is a short one but it is punctuated by the scent of Trixie's perfume that had remained within your car after she had left</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tending to your nightly rituals you switch off the lights and fall upon your bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without warning you are swallowed into the swirling abyss of dreams</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind is hazy as warmth spreads across your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a soft sensation drift across your mouth and pressure on your nether regions</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling back you find Trixie sitting in your lap with a thin film of saliva coating her lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her silver hair falls down in curls to her shoulders from underneath her tilted hat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gyrating her hips you stir within your pants and she once more leans down to take your lips between the cushy embrace of her own</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sensation of clouds drifting over your lips is felt and a vibration rings from the body in front of you as a moan reverberates from it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach down and plant your hands on soft flesh massaging it with your hands</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A sudden cold creeps over your body however</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sensations once vivid now feel as though they're fading away and quickly the world goes black around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit up in your bed as you wake up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Checking the time you see that it's roughly seven in the morning</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An uncomfortable stiffness emanates from your crotch as you lay back down attempting to fall once more into the warm embrace of your dreams</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're met with no success unfortunately, and with a groan you rise to begin your day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your member refuses to abate and you decide to take matters into your own hands</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dream last night had left a feeling on your lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could almost feel the sensations of your visions</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The warmth of her skin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The taste of her mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smell of her hair as it draped over the sides of your face whilst you embraced</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of what you had experienced was fresh in your mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holding on to the memory ensures it doesn't take long to reach your peak as you handle yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finishing up you clean up your mess and sort through the list of things that were circulating your mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dream left a strange pit in your stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A mass of emotion that lay like an alien you were warry of, unsure of its intentions</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pushing the thought from your head you focus on more important and immediate issues</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There were chores to be done and school work to be completed and Sunday was your designated day for most maintenance tasks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make a mental list and begin to go about your tasks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The store is first for more food supplies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next comes the homework</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally you go about cleaning up the place and picking up whatever clutter may have been strewn about the studio</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the while you do your chores a nagging thought is in the back of your mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A longing for something you didn't even know you wanted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a shadow it follows you around as you commence with your menial tasks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you come to rest after all that you could think of had been done your mind has time to stew on the feeling brewing within you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know what's bothering you but you can't seem to figure out why</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were bored</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anxious even</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were anticipating an interaction</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You craved it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind turns over itself while you try to make sense of the maelstrom of feelings that was your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were confused about the dream you had the night previous</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why had it been Trixie?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You found her attractive, sure, who wouldn't with those hefty breasts and that rounded bottom on such a frame?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the image of her dressed in her stage costume crosses your mind you feel yourself begin to stir once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see her nylons as your eyes crawl up her legs to meet the curve of her mound where her costume retreated between her legs and up her backside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let the vision fade only to be replaced by another</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think back on seeing her sitting across from you in the dining booth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her small smile as her lips pulled back to reveal pearly teeth beneath</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A glimmer in her eyes as you both reveled in the success of the show</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dive deeper</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The calm demeanor as you playfully threw jests at her and the willingness to send them right back at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Further still</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see her face focused on yours intently as you recount your feelings to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt in that moment as though you were finally removing a cloud of denial from your brain and she was there as you did</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You explored a part of yourself and as you did she sat at such attention</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was as if she knew exactly what was happening and she wanted to respect your moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No questions were asked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just a quiet ear for your voice to expel on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you were finished with your display she didn't laugh or try to change the subject either</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead she came forth with her own emotions and confided back in you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were grateful for her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It had been a long time since you had someone in your life that you felt so relaxed around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the same time, however, you felt such tension at the thought of talking to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wanted to pick up your phone and ask her to hang out but you were worried</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Worried that it would annoy her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You did just spend most of last night with her after all</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably best to just leave her be for the time being</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chalk up your feelings to being glad to have such a fried pop out of the woodworks so randomly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feeling frustrated with running circles in your mind you clear your conscious and set about checking the television for any interesting programming</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rays of the dying sun pierce through your windows as night falls on your weekend</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Resignation drifts over you as you feel like your day had been wasted in some capacity but it was far too late to correct that now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drop into your bed and pull the covers up hoping that tomorrow would be more eventful</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Down the road from your house where you lay resting in bed a girl in a small trailer sighs in frustration</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A pair of night shorts clung tightly to her backside while a tank top stuck to the form of her chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the chill of the night outside the trailer was stifling with heat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tossed and turned in a pitiful attempt to get to sleep</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a whimper she gets up from her bed and removes her undergarments</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Staring down at them she can see a coating of her bodily fluids covering the area where her sex had been</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs into the heat of the trailer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hated when she was ovulating</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body would always crave to be touched, held, caressed, groped</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The want only provoked thoughts which in turn caused her body heat to rise</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rising heat only aggravated her nether regions further in a vicious cycle of carnal desire</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It felt even stronger than usual this time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being honest with herself she had been fairly aroused for the past couple days</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Throwing the clothing to the side she sits back down on the bed and spreads her legs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One hand reaches down to cup her mound while the other holds a leg aloft</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her fingers send a dull tingle up to her brain as the sensations begin to creep over her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The wetness already present was enough to sufficiently coat her fingers as they probed around the exterior of her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One finger finds its way deeper as it pushes into the crevice between her legs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A soft moan passes her lips as she goes further within herself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slow ministrations build over time as she quickens her pace with the growing sensations of her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her free hand moves from her leg up to her breasts to knead and massage them further emphasizing her pleasure</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She can feel herself gaining momentum as more moans escape her lips and a wave of sensation rises and rolls within her nether regions</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The wave rises ever higher as she begins to feel as if the feeling will overtake her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The signals from her body put her in a haze as her mind wanders</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hand on her breasts was hers no longer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one between her legs came from a shadowy figure in her mind's eye as she felt it bringing her closer and closer to the grand finale</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A final burst of speed sees the wave crest and begin to crash down upon her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Short gasps come from within her as her muscles clench and her body shudders in pleasure</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A name is whimpered from her lips as the feelings of orgasm siege through her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sensation lasts for but a moment before her eyes fly open in shock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops the motion of her hand as her brain sorts through what she had just said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she removes her digit from herself she twitches with sensation and another small moan comes forth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She could feel her heart beating quickly as well as the pulse of blood further south sent tingles up her body with each beat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her mind turned as a face materialized itself on the shadowy figure who had been eliciting moans and pleasure from within her mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shelfing the thought immediately she rose and cleaned herself before cracking a window to air out the trailer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once the room was cool and the window shut once more Trixie laid down once more in her bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The soft blanket draped over her bare bottom tickled slightly as she shifted to lie on her side and shut her eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once more the thought forced its way into her mind as her sleepy eyes began to droop</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets herself be rocked to sleep by the pulsing between her legs while her drowsy mind attempts to sort out the flood of thoughts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The attempt is cut short as she passes into the realm of night however</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The following morning you wake up with a groan</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mondays suck ass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that every other weekday doesn't, Mondays are just worse</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Picking up your pack you head out the door and down to the university</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Days blend into each other as you force yourself through the week</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your feet drag out of boredom</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The middle of the semester was always a drag, just a middle period with so little going on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Texts from Trixie are the only things that break up the monotony as you both talk through your days</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apparently she had landed another gig for this Friday</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time at a smaller place but still, work was work</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wouldn't be able to attend due to school which coated you in disappointment and, unbeknownst to you, over Trixie as well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Friday nears you wish her luck before the show and a warm reply of thanks comes back roughly an hour before the show starts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aside from that little of interest rears its head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the time you're out of class the show is over and you text her asking how it went</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything seemed to go pretty smoothly and she said that crowd was rather enticed which was always good</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make plans to hang out the following day to talk in person and relax from the week that had just expired</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Retiring once more to your bedroom you prepare for bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sending out one last text of goodnight Trixie responds in kind with a small smiley face rounding out the message</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes linger on it for a moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seemed as happy to talk to you as you to her which you were grateful for</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The last thing you wanted was to scare away the first interesting thing to happen to you in months</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Setting your phone down and plugging it in to charge you let yourself drift off to sleep with an excited anticipation of the day to come</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A cacophony of noise permeates the air around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Metal striking metal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cries of pain ring out from all sides</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rise with numerous clanks as the armor on your person shifts with your movement</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking around you see a battle raging around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bursts of energy surge around you in a multitude of colors</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Banners of grey on one side and glimmering yellow on the other</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking down you find yourself holding armaments</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A bastard sword in your right hand the remains of an obliterated wooden shield in your off hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A sigil lies upon your gray surcoat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small clearing has formed around you but a man decked in yellow garments spies you and quickly advances</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shedding your ruined shield you grasp the hilt of your blade and assume a low, readied, stance to defend</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The opposing man brandished a battle axe and a round shield emblazoned with another sigil that blurred as he moved</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A haze falls over your thoughts as you focus on the man</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Circling left you edge closer to his more vulnerable side whilst keeping your guard up prepared for a strike to come</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lunging forward your foe swings the axe horizontally at your left side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You step back avoiding the shorter reach of the axe</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As he rears back for a second strike you push forward</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He swings his arm overhead for a stronger attack and in this opening you stab forward with your blade</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sliding the blade along his neck as you push forward you sever the vein lying beneath</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Driving your right shoulder up against his own you stall the movement of his arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The display happens over the course of a few mere seconds as you simultaneously slay your foe whilst also stopping his attack to protect yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The man pulls back away from you and drops his axe to reach up to the weeping wound that had appeared on his body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His hand is but a desperate plea, however, and soon he drops to his knees and onto his stomach as the life drains out of him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking down at him he seems blurry, as if he were there but not at the same time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thundering rapidly approaching you causes you to turn</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too late you see a rider on horseback charging you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move to dive out of the way but before you can the beast slams into you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit upright breathing heavily</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The light from the early morning sun pierces in shafts from through the shutters on your windows</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just a dream</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a few moments to gather your thoughts and re-orient to the real world as your mind plays the dream on repeat for a few moments</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You always enjoyed dreams like that one</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enjoyed being able to fight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being able to triumph over a foe</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You savored the dream you had just been in as it was a window to a life you would never get to live</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This world was too mundane for your tastes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were forced to sit at a desk and work like a drone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You longed to live a life with more meaning</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt driven towards a fight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt as though you were ignoring your calling by resigning yourself to mediocrity instead of taking up blade and armor</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unfortunately you would never get that chance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A longing for a world that never existed leaves you homesick for a land that only appears in the mind's eye</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If only you could heed that boiling feeling inside of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If only you could take up arms and fight for something that mattered</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead all you can fight is the boredom that threatens to overtake you every day as you walk through life like an automaton</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just wanted to be a hero</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thoughts of joining the military had crossed your mind before but they never came to fruition</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your parents had voiced their strong disapproval of the idea and the thought of Samantha had kept you from pursuing that particular career path</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thought of Sam always brought a sour taste to your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not anger, just a flood of melancholy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push the thoughts away and rise for your morning rituals</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you're brushing your teeth a good morning text comes in from Trixie which helps to tide your soured mood</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, we still hanging out today?&quot;</span><br />&quot;We'd better or else I might go nuts from boredom.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Haha alright, how about we hang out at your place? You've seen my dump so I think I deserve a peek at your place dontcha think?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up from your phone and survey the area</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's relatively clean as you didn't much enjoy living in a mess</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Status: clear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Access granted for visitors to enter the premises</span><br />&quot;Yeah that'd be cool with me&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cool, I'll head over in an hour or so ok?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sounds good.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ending the conversation you look around your studio</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;bed on one end, couch and tv in the middle, bathroom off to the left next to the kitchen area</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No great shakes but it doesn't seem like a shit hole so there's that at least</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move to the dresser and throw on a T-shirt and some jeans</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few minutes pass as you sit idly waiting for Trixie before it dawns on you that you should probably get something to eat for the both of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By this point it was pushing on one o'clock since you had slept in somewhat liberally</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sift through your fridge for some food and pull out some dip as well as some vegetables</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing a bag of chips from the counter you make your way over to the couch and set everything up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab a pair of coasters that you never usually use and put them on the table and fetch a pair of glasses from a cupboard</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you do so a knock resounds from your door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quickly placing the glasses down you make your way over and undo the chain before pulling back the wooden slab</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes are greeted by the lavender hued pair of your expected guest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie stands before you with a bright smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hair is pulled back into a pony tail and a tight fitting shirt clings to her chest with a V-neck granting a glimpse at her ample cleavage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Going down further a small starry skirt drapes over her legs stopping just before her buttocks meet her thighs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Beneath the skirt was a pair of leggings to keep warm as well as prevent wandering eyes from gazing into forbidden territory</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see a silhouette of a bunny inside of an upturned top hat is emblazoned on her shirt as your eyes drink her in</span><br />&quot;Hey Trixie, come on in.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say as you step aside and grant her access to the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she enters her head is put on a swivel while she surveys her surroundings</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trailing from left to right she eyes the place you call home and nods in approval</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What a cute little place to live.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Cute?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise an eyebrow at the back of her head as she turns with a soft laugh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What you don't think it's cute?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm not usually one to call things cute.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You've called me cute before.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie's mouth turns up in a smirk as you search for a retort but it dies in your mouth as Trixie continues raising an arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I told you I'd have to buy you a drink sometime didn't I?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her arm holds aloft a six pack of beer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small stream of air leaves your nostrils</span><br />&quot;I guess you're good on your word huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach out and take the case from her setting it inside the fridge to chill till a later time of day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie is always good on her word Anon, you would do well to learn that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes with a smile</span><br />&quot;Maybe I should get you to promise me things more often then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie smiles at the statement 01.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You can surely try Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns and takes a seat on the couch as you join her while picking up the controller to your game system</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So what would you like to do?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, I did say you'd have to show me what kind of music you're into and I meant it. What's a band you like?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you navigate to youtube you wait of Trixie's response</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Determined I see. Alright, well?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives you the name of a band and a song which you type into the search bar</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Up pops a list of videos and Trixie points you to the correct one</span><br />[YouTube] Gallant - Weight In Gold (embed)<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you listen you let the sounds wash over you as an air of calm surrounds you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking over you see Trixie nodding along with the sounds</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sways from side to side in the softer parts of the song but when the music picks up she closes her eyes and quietly mouths along with the words</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start nodding your head in time with the music as well getting into the ride it's taking you on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before long the song is over and Trixie looks at you expectantly</span><br />&quot;I like it. I can see what you mean by letting it sweep you away into a dream. I could just let my mind wander with the music while I listened to it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie smiles back at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well of course Trixie knew you'd enjoy it. She does have wonderful taste after all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes again at the cheesy stage persona</span><br />&quot;Here, I think you'll like this. It's a bit more rock oriented but I still get a similar vibe from it like I did with that song.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You navigate to another page and hit play</span><br />[YouTube] Queens of the Stone Age - If I Had a Tail (embed)<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once the song comes to close Trixie is turned facing you with a smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I would have to say that you too have some good taste Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Did you expect anything less?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin right back at her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hand the controller over to her</span><br />&quot;Let's see what else you got.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you spend the next few hours playing through an assortment of different tracks exploring each other's musical tastes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Letting the music play in the background you hop from topic to topic simply enjoying each other's company</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As time passes you pack up the assorted snacks and put them in the fridge before grabbing the beers and cracking them open handing one to Trixie</span><br />&quot;You want to get some actual food soon or something?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah I was thinking that'd be a good idea.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What are you feeling? I don't really care honestly; we could just order a pizza or something if you want.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie perks up at the idea nodding her head</span><br />&quot;Alright, got any preference?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You debate over the merits of different types of pizza before finally settling on half Hawaiian and half supreme</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You call up a local joint and place your order which they tell you will arrive in roughly half an hour</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Returning to the couch you pick up your drink and take a swig</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie on your right seems to have been dying of thirst as she takes the bottle and in long draughts steadily raises the bottle bottom up until the contents are empty</span><br />&quot;Shit, thirsty much?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie grins sheepishly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, if I'm gonna drink I may as well do it right.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Right huh? What's that supposed to mean?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles a little</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nothing Anon, keep sipping your beer.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her words clash against your pride as she says them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hating to be shown up at drinking, especially by someone as small as her, you shotgun the rest of your drink locking an eye on Trixie the whole time</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry, you were saying?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A challenging smile crosses her face and she rises to grab another pair of bottles from the fridge</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Opening them and setting one in front of you she retakes her seat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Think you can do another one?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Is that a challenge little girl?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put some emphasis on the teasing name and she scrunches her face at it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Only if you're up to it old man.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head as your lips spread in a smirk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab your bottle and hold it up</span><br />&quot;Ok, let's do it, <span class="nu0">3</span>?<span class="nu0">2</span>?<span class="nu0">1</span>?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of you tilt your bottles back and chug with abandon attempting to outclass the other</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Out of the corner of your eye you see a couple drops spill out from the side of her mouth as she tries to consume as much as she can as quickly as she can</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The drops travel down her cheek and a few fall down onto the tops of her breasts before disappearing into the crevasse of her cleavage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're the first to place your glass on the table followed by Trixie shortly after</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wipe your mouth as you watch Trixie take a couple breaths of air and wipe her cheeks off</span><br />&quot;Looks like you're not as good at this as you'd like to think.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You poke at her as she glares your way</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was but a fluke. A rematch will show who's truly the best.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh at her enflamed pride and shrug</span><br />&quot;Whatever you say.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rising from the couch you grab a pair of shot glasses as well as a bottle of whisky before returning to the couch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie looks at the bottle and opens her mouth to protest before closing it once again</span><br />&quot;If we're going to have a drinking contest we may as well do it with something that'll actually give me a buzz.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie's eyes go a little wide at the statement</span><br />&quot;What's the matter? Can't handle something a little harder?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie blushes with an embarrassed scowl before grabbing her glass and shoving her hand out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well? What are you waiting for? Fill me up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You oblige as your cheeks pull themselves apart in a toothy smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can down the shots however there's a knock at the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get up and open the door to the pizza man</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a brief exchange you return to the couch with the pizza and a couple of plates to eat off of</span><br />&quot;Now, where were we?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie looks apprehensively at the shot glass in her hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Picking up your own you lift the glass and hold it aloft for her to cheer with you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reluctantly she raises her own glass and clinks it against yours</span><br />&quot;Bottoms up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dump the contents into your mouth as Trixie mimics your actions</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swallow yours as she does the same ending in a coughing fit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once the coughs subside she wipes her mouth and splutters out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh god, you actually drink this stuff?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fill up both of your glasses again and hand hers to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at it desperately and takes it gingerly in her hand as if she were scarred it would bite her at any moment</span><br />&quot;It ain't that bad. Come on, one more.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach over and tap your drink on hers before tilting your head and downing the fluid</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes her a moment but Trixie eventually does the same</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She holds the drink in her mouth for a few moments scrunching up her face struggling to get it down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A large gulp alongside her shaking her head and spitting her tongue out of her mouth signals her success</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok Anon, I don't think I can handle any more of those right now?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What? Really? We just started though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie is?. A bit less versed in the ways of debauchery than you are.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So what you're saying is you lose?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smiling brightly at Trixie the words dig under her skin that much deeper</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No? Trixie requires a break is all, we will resume later.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She crosses her arms and falls back in the seat with a pouty appearance upon her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh and grab the two remaining beers from the fridge handing one to Trixie</span><br />&quot;Something a bit more to the lady's tastes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes the drink from you and begins to sip on it gingerly</span><br />&quot;How about some more music? Here, this seems pretty appropriate.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Typing in another song you hit play and slide a couple slices of pizza onto your plate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie leans forward and grabs herself a few pieces as well before munching down greedily as the music begins to ring in the apartment</span><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiQUpJTw6dE<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting back you feel the booze starting to rage throughout your body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe inhaling alcohol like it was fresh air wasn't the best idea on an empty stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If it's hitting you this hard then Trixie's probably a damn mess</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking over you see her head swaying back and forth with the song as a dopey grin begins spreading across her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh yeah, she's blitzed</span><br />&quot;Hey Trixie, just a fyi, bathroom's that way in case you need to get there in a hurry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You point with your bottle at the far door on the left side of the room and Trixie thanks you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A minute or so passes as you both sit enjoying the music before Trixie pipes up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heeey Anon, Trixie thinks she's ready for another shot.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think as best you can for a moment about how poorly things could go if you let her keep drinking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thought quickly passes as the thought of watching Trixie drunk off her ass proves too hard to pass up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fill both of your glasses and raise them together as your beer bottles lay forgotten on the table in front of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both down the drink with a slight grimace at the taste</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing the whiskey you cap it and stand to return it to the cupboard before any more of it can happen to find its way into either of your systems</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you hit your feet an intense wave of nausea hits you and you sway a little before righting yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way somewhat slowly back to the kitchen and replace the bottle from where you had gotten it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heading back to the couch you sit down a little closer to Trixie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So Mr. Anon. Have any lovely lady friends I should know about? They might get jealous of us hanging out so much ya know. Girls are weird like that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh and look down at her bemused</span><br />&quot;Only the one I'm staring at now. It's been a while since I've been in kind of a dry spell for a while. No one's been lookin to jump these bones. What about you huh? Got a guy you haven't told me about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie shakes her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can't say I do sadly.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A slight feeling of relief washes over you as she says the words</span><br />&quot;You ever had a guy? I know you didn't really seem like you cared back in high school.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie rolls her eyes a bit and looks back at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well you're a curious one aren't you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What can I say? I can't help but be a little interested can I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I guess you're right? Well if you mean anything like a boyfriend then no I've never really dated a guy for very long. I had a fling with this one idiot a while back though. It didn't really last long and I didn't really want it to. It was back when I had been acting like a snooty bitch to everyone I knew? �It just kind of seemed like the&#160;?cool' thing to do. God I was such a damn idiot. I don't really think about it much now. It didn't mean much to me then and it means even less now. Just a little bit of regret is all?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take in the information as best you can in your inebriated state and the only question in your mind comes tumbling out before you can catch yourself</span><br />&quot;Was it any good?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie bursts into a fit of laughter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;God no it was terrible. He was such an ass about the whole thing and he didn't even seem like he cared about me. I didn't even let him finish&#160;?cause I was just so over it that I got up and left.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A tinge of anger and even jealousy crawls up you as she recounts the event but your thoughts are cut short</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What about you Anon? I give a little you give a little right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a moment and let out a deep sigh</span><br />&quot;Well, it's sort of a stupid story I guess.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on, I don't mind.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Alright, alright, fine. So right after high school I met this girl named Samantha. We hit it off and started dating and it just felt so right you know? Like I felt like she was what I wanted in another person. We dated for a couple years and we were talking about the future and everything like we were going to stay together and get married or something. I had thought about joining the military before going to college actually but she convinced me to get an education instead. Said she was worried about me and hated thinking about what might happen to me if I ever got deployed. So I threw those plans out the window and jumped into college.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause to take a breath and formulate your words� �</span><br />&quot;We'd talk all the time and tell each other we loved each other and I thought everything was going fine. We'd go on dates and hang out and I just felt like she was really special and that she thought the same of me. Out of the blue she started acting distant towards me though and over the course of a month we talked less and less until she told me that she thought it would be best if we split up. You know what her reasoning was?&#160;?I just don't feel the same about you anymore.'&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw your hands up slightly in frustration</span><br />&quot;What the fuck is that supposed to mean? How can you go from being&#160;?in love' with someone one minute to kicking them to the curb the next? It's fucking stupid. It just makes me think like&#160;?Did she always feel this way? Did I do something to fuck it up?' because I can't fathom how she could turn on a dime like that and just discard all that we had together over the past few years. Just makes me feel like a fucking idiot for believing her when she'd tell me all those things?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stew in your angry thoughts as Trixie mulls over your words in your mind searching for a suitable response</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon? I'm sorry, that's really shitty what she did.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod slowly</span><br />&quot;I don't even think I can be angry at her is the worst thing. I mean what could she do? Keep leading me on? Pretend like she loved me? She probably did the right thing by just dumping me and getting it over with but it just stings every time I think about it. Just a shitty situation.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie nods in agreement with your words sympathetically</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting back you take a long draught of beer</span><br />&quot;That all happened about half a year ago now. Just been going through college since then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stay still for a while as your mind wanders aimlessly while the sun outside begins to hide behind the horizon dimming the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A hand on your thigh snaps you out of your thoughts</span><br />&quot;Hey, why don't we watch a movie? Come on it'll be fun!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;An overly cheery tone gilds her less than sober voice as she tries to perk you up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug</span><br />&quot;Sure, if you want. Got anything in mind?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why don't you pick?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach down to the table and grab the controller at her behest �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sifting through the assortment of movies on Netflix you land on one that catches your attention</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Mummy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seeing an old favorite brings a small smile to your face and a slight lift to your spirits</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't even think before hitting play and laying the controller down on the table</span><br />&quot;You ever seen this before?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Noooope.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie shakes her head as a series of giggles erupt from her stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The movie starts as the familiar scenes play out across the screen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Around twenty minutes go as the movie plays on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small yawn is let out from the small girl to your right and you look over as her head comes to rest on your shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shift a little to allow her to get more comfortable as well as making it so you can lean on her slightly for support</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaning your head on hers you continue to watch the movie in comfortable silence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Little gasps or giggles come from Trixie at different points throughout the movie as she nuzzles her head further into your shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enjoy the moment but you can feel your bladder protesting and eventually you have to get up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gently push Trixie until she gets the signal and sits semi-upright as she wobbles in her seat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause the movie and head to the restroom to relieve yourself as a head rush hits you once again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you drain yourself a clanking sound �comes from outside the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shit!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fuck?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever, ain't goin anywhere till you're done pissing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After what feels like minutes of standing over the bowl you finally finish up and wash your hands</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stepping out of the bathroom you're met with the sight of Trixie's backside presented to you as she's on her hands and knees on the floor between the coffee table and the couch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's shaking back and forth and with every movement her curvy posterior shakes with little ripples</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even through your addled state you can clearly see a pair of white panties showing through the now stretched spandex</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The panties cling to her cheeks and run down over her mound between the supple mounds of flesh of her ass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grunts of exertion come from the figure before you as she shakes back and forth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mesmerized by the sight a stir in your crotch makes itself readily apparent</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The feeling snaps you out of your reverie and you shift your member in your pants before clearing your throat</span><br />&quot;You uh, okay there Trix?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning to look over her shoulder Trixie bashes her head into the table next to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Owwww.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A pouty whine comes from the girl as she clutches her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way forward and grab her under the arm pulling her up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you do so she falls backwards against you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your height difference is rather significant but not so great that the warm flesh of her butt doesn't find its place directly on your crotch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The blood in your body rushes like a torrent as your dick engorges and rockets to life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small squeak comes from the warm body in front of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull yourself away but not before you twitch into her cushy embrace</span><br />�<span class="co4">&gt;Trixie freezes in place as your hold her away from your crotch hesitantly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Forcing some words out of your dry mouth you break the silence poisoning the air</span><br />&quot;S-sorry&#160;?bout that? must just be the alcohol.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smooth as gravel �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie turns around and you can see a deep blush on her face as she tries to speak in her flustered state</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;O-oh, oh its ok, I understand? I kind of spilled some beer on the floor while you were in the bathroom though?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks away sheepishly at the confession</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look over her shoulder and indeed see a puddle there along with some soaked paper towels</span><br />&quot;So that's what that sound was huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods slightly before her eyes snap down to your crotch and back up to your face as she tries to peek at what had just been nuzzling in her crevice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel warmth over your face as her gaze forces another twitch from your nether region</span><br />&quot;I'll go get some, uh, you know, for the mess. Don't want to get anything else wet.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie nods as she watches you walk off to get more paper towels and some windex</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;*It's too late for that?* Trixie thinks to herself as she feels a moistness presenting itself between her legs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She felt you between her cheeks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She felt the warmth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How hard you were</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wanted to wiggle her hips back into your crotch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, why did she feel so hot?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The alcohol must have been getting to her head a lot more than she thought</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A tingling between her legs refused to abate as you finished cleaning up the spill and tossing the used materials</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think I'm gonna use the bathroom.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blurts out before heading into the restroom</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;*Shit, she's probably freaking the fuck out now. Great job dipshit* you think to yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A minute or two passes as you sit waiting for her to return to the couch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You breathe a sigh of relief as she does</span><br />&quot;You ok? I'm really sorry about that...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah I'm fine. Want to keep watching the movie?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod and hit play once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rest of the movie goes by in a blur as Trixie leans her head back against your shoulder and a light snoring starts to emanate from the source of your prolonged swelling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the movie comes to a close you can feel your own eyes drifting shut</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Propping yourself up against her you let your lids fall as you drift into a drunken coma</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ugggghhhhh god.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie's eyes slowly slide open to a glare of sunlight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quickly snaps them shut once more with a groan</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why is it so fucking bright</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuckin A</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Head hurts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mouth is dry</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;World feels off kilter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving some of her stiffened muscles it feels as though she had been hit by a truck the previous night</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is why she didn't drink the hard stuff</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuckin Anon talked her into this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Although it's not like she wasn't asking for it with how cocky she was being?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She really had to cut that out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;*Where even am I?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Opening her eye's once more this time shielded by one of her hands she peers out at the world</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a moment of boot up her brain recognizes that she's actually laying sideways</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's living room lay before her as she twisted to face towards the tv from her awkward sprawl</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her head was lying on some soft object but a hard surface was digging into her ear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning to look upwards she she's Anon still out cold from the night before snoring softly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wha?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lifting her head she groggily stares at Anon's lap which she had just been laying her head on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A very apparent bulge ran down part of his leg straining against the jeans</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A blush crawls onto Trixie's face as she looks down at the hard appendage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It would twitch occasionally as Anon shifted in his sleep</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sat mesmerized by it until a thought crept into her mind up from between her legs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breathing shallowed as she scooted slightly closer and held herself up as she reached out with her hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her fingers lightly wrapped around what she could touch through the pants and a squeezed softly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking up she saw Anon's face contort slightly before relaxing again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being in the clear she started to rub up and down on his manhood</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A guttural groan makes its way out of Anon's lips as Trixie's hand plays across his covered form</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She can feel heat rising in her body as she feels the contours of his hard member between her fingers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As quickly as she had begun her nerves quickly force her hand off of its toy as Anon begins to stir from his slumber</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before he comes to complete consciousness she rises and heads to the bathroom on unsteady feet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She uses the facilities and washes her hands but before leaving she quickly shoves a hand down her pants</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rubs a finger along the nub of her crotch sending small sparks throughout her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stifling a few moans she basks in the sensations she feels for a short while</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feeling too nervous to go much further she turns and rinses her hands once again before heading out the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon can now be seen sitting upright rubbing his eyes against the devil that was the sun</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning to look at Trixie you clear your throat noisily</span><br />&quot;Mornin'&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good morning.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie shifts a little flustered but the scene goes unnoticed by your deadened awareness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pushing off from the couch you stumble slightly as you make your way to the blinds and shutter them most of the way only allowing the smallest amount of sunshine in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's a little better anyway</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Passing Trixie you head into the bathroom and empty your full to bursting bladder with some difficulty seeing as you're standing at nearly full mast</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Washing your hands you look up into the mirror</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God you look like shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bags under your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your skin looks pale</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hair is a mess</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck it, who cares</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning you stagger out the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie is lying back on the couch with a hand over her eyes seemingly trying to recuperate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You aim yourself at the fridge and pull open the door with a little force</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing a jug of OJ and a pair of cups you make your way back to the couch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You set the items down before heading back to the kitchen area</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab a bag of apple slices and a bottle of ibuprofen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once back you set the items down and pour both of you a glass of drink</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unscrewing the bottle of meds you take out a couple and put some on the table in front of Trixie before tapping her leg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks out from under her hand as you point at the offerings</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wordlessly you both take the drugs and sip from your glasses with the infrequent nibble on an apple piece</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;About half way into your cup you speak up</span><br />&quot;How you feelin'?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A response is slow to come from Trixie as her brain's cogs creak to life out of their zombiefied state</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Terrible, you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;A little better than you it seems.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The silence falls back on your conversation and remains for a decent length</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Roughly an hour after you both woke you seem to be regaining some of what makes you a functioning human</span><br />&quot;You busy next week?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie sorts through her schedule mentally trying to remember what she had planned</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I have a few shows this week. I got a call back from the Mustang lounge for a Friday night show and I have a couple parties I'll be working at. Birthday type stuff, not the best pay but it's something. What about you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Just school pretty much. Ain't got much else going on usually.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie nods with her hands clasped in front of her as she rests her elbows on her knees</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I should probably head home soonish. I need a shower and a change of clothes desperately.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah I think we could both do with a good shower. You gonna be able to make it home alright?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think I should be fine, it isn't that far.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug accompanied by a grunt of acceptance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Allllright, up we go.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie forces herself up off of the couch holding a hand out for balance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow her up as she prepares to leave and make your way to the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She meets you there once ready and you pull open the passageway</span><br />&quot;Be safe on the way home alright? Don't want you getting hurt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I will, thanks for letting me crash here last night Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chortle a little</span><br />&quot;Well it's not like I could have kicked you out if I wanted to. You wouldn't be able to make it home and I was too drunk to lift my own sorry ass off the couch.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small smile plants itself on Trixie's face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well you know you wouldn't want to kick out such a pretty young lady anyway isn't that right Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyebrows raise in a matter of fact manner</span><br />&quot;You got me there.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both share in a quick laugh at the doorway before the feeling of an impending departure arises</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie stares up at you for a moment standing in place with a queer look in her eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stepping forward she wraps her arms around your chest and lays her head on your chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You recover from the unexpected contact as your arms fall and drape over her shoulders as you give her a small squeeze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smell of lilac drifts into your nostrils as your chin comes to rest on top of her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The heat of your bodies mix as you hold each other and sway back and forth before Trixie breaks the embrace</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks up at you again and with a small wave heads out the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning around she says a small goodbye that you replicate before she turns and walks off down the hall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand in your doorway savoring the residual feeling of the contact as the traces of her presence and scent dissipate into the morning air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Closing the door you turn and head towards the bathroom once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Inside you turn the nobs bringing forth the stream of water and shed your clothes to the floor</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stepping under the water small thrills of feeling race over your body bringing you further to life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Washing the grime from yourself you let the warm water soothe the tightness in your muscles relaxing your body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you've scrubbed clean you step out of the shower and step in front of the sink</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applying paste to your toothbrush you begin to scrub the taste of booze from your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rinsing your mouth you head out the door and put on a pair of lounging clothes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You boot up your computer and sit contemplating how you'll bring yourself to do what school work remained for you to do before the following day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put off your work for most of the day until the inevitability of it comes crashing down on you and you start what you knew you eventually must �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the time you finish the sun has fallen low in the sky and you fix yourself a meager frozen dinner to cap off the night</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The work would have gone faster had you not been focused on another subject for most of the time you had been working</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A particular subject that had been swirling in your mind for the past week or so</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you eat your meal you make up your mind and come to a decision</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just need to wait for the right moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thinking it over you toss your garbage and get ready for bed as thoughts formulate in your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rest comes easy as your body remains tired from the night before and you quickly pass into sleep</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The following few days come and go as school highlights your life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Trixie make plans to have lunch on Thursday and as the day approaches you find yourself getting slightly anxious</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When the day rears its head you can't help but feel nervous about seeing her even if it was just to hang out and have lunch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But to you it was more than just lunch as you sat in class waiting for the lecture to end</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully you didn't have any tests today because you feel that if you did you would hardly be able to focus on them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You space out far too frequently as you try in vain to reign in your thoughts and focus to little avail</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After what feels like an eternity the class comes to a close and you pack your bag heading out of the door in a flood of students</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making your way through the campus and across the street you find yourself at a small coffee and food joint</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Passing through the door you look around and see Trixie waving at you from a table near the window</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave back and head over to deposit your bag</span><br />&quot;Hey, what's up?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not much. I already ordered for myself since I figured the line might get kind of long with the lunch rush. I hope you don't mind.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nah it's fine, can you watch my stuff real quick while I order?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie nods and hums an affirmative as you head over to the counter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luckily you got here before a majority of the other students coming in for lunch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Walking up to the counter you place your order and receive a number placard to place on your table which you do once you make your way back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie is tapping away on her phone when you arrive put once she finishes she puts it away to be polite</span><br />&quot;What was that about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh just business stuff; discussing a few details about the show tomorrow at the lounge, nothing big.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ah figures, so how's your week been so far?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's been good. The few shows I've put on went over rather well so that's always a plus. The show tomorrow should have a good number of people in attendance as well which always gets me worked into the show which should be fun.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she talks Trixie's food arrives and the waiter takes the number placard off the table before departing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How has your week been Anon? Anything interesting going on?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your nervousness rising as you think about how to direct the conversation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No not much really. Just school work. You're usually the highlight of my week.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let out a small chuckle which Trixie mirrors</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you trying to flatter me Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie puts on a slight smirk in jest not knowing how accurate her guess had been</span><br />&quot;I don't see you complaining now do I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise one eyebrow to emphasize your point</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh please Anon. You know I do so love to be flattered; why would I ever complain about such a thing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A sultry tone creeps into Trixie's voice as she lathers as much self-confidence as she can into her words</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head with a smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At that time your food arrives and you both press into your sustenance delightedly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time passes as you discuss the minutia of your lives aimlessly over the course of your meal simply happy to be sharing some time with the other</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Checking your watch you see that you'll soon have to be heading back to class and as your lunch comes to a close a tight ball of anxiety forms in the pit of your stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's now or never so it may as well be now right?</span><br />&quot;Hey, so you got any plans for the weekend?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie shakes her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not at the moment no, why; want to hang out again? Preferably with less alcohol involved this time?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie looks a little queasy even at the memory of the previous Saturday</span><br />&quot;Well actually I was wondering if you'd want to go out to that shopping center near the middle of town. They have a movie theatre there so maybe we could see what they have playing and get some desert or something after that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel heat rising in your collar as you pose her with the question and your heart beats rapidly waiting for her response</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie pulls back in her seat a little bit with a slightly stunned expression on her face as she's caught off guard by the question</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind starts to spin out of control with worry but a knowing smile sprouting from Trixie's lips eases your fears</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd love to Anon, that sounds like a lot of fun.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A wave of relief flows over you as you receive your answer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You agree on you picking her up and what time you'll be meeting before finishing up what remains of your food</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Together you leave the table and head out the doors into the parking lot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a quick hug and a goodbye you part ways with a small spring in your step</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The following day goes by fair quickly as you finish up assignments and finish some exams</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully you don't seem to get much homework and once you return home you dive right in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling out some papers as you get started you fire your computer to life and search up some music to help the work pass a bit faster</span><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNvFfilJZa0&amp;index=<span class="nu0">3</span>&amp;list=PLBJv9ptpEZXRQPd9NQD4q1qNacf6ipDzX<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Letting the music wash over you as you bob your head in time your fingers flick over the paper with pencil in hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes you a couple hours but once it's done you're able to relax knowing that you have the whole weekend free from responsibility</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pack up your supplies and set your pack down next to your desk where it usually rests</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Picking up your phone you check the time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie should be close to done with her show by now but it'd be better wait until later to try and talk to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Setting your phone down you stand and begin to rummage through your closet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the far end of the assorted shirts you find your black collared dress shirt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It remained in good condition seeing as how you hardly ever wore it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No reason to since you never went out anyway</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tomorrow, however, you had plenty of reason to and you intended to make full use of the opportunity</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull open a drawer of the dresser in the closet and find a decent pair of dark blue jeans to accompany the shirt and set the items aside for easy access later</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your outfit planned out you drop onto your bed and grab the book laying on the nightstand next to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Eye of Oblivion</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was a high fantasy tale of a man who had been thrown into an unfamiliar world and was forced to survive with the help of a small group of friends that he meets</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Opening the book you flip to the page that you had left off on and begin to let your eyes sort through the maze of words</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting lost in the depths of imagination you let the story whisk you away to another world fraught with danger and excitement that was so lacking in your own</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time passes and you're roused from your mind as a buzz sounds on the end table next to your bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking over you pick up the device and unlock the screen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey! I just got home. How you been?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your thumb flicks from letter to letter your response appears on the screen before being whisked away to its recipient</span><br />&quot;Hey, pretty good, how did the show go?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes a minute of waiting before you get a reply</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It went pretty well. A few guys got thrown out by the bouncers for getting too drunk and ruining the show for others. Nothing more than that little hiccup though and of course Trixie can handle such a small distraction at this point.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Glad to hear it. We still on for tomorrow?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course Anon. You really think I'd miss out on seeing a movie and getting some ice cream?&#160;;P&quot;</span><br />&quot;Haha I guess I shouldn't have ever doubted it when you put it like that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As I have said before Anon. Trixie is one who keeps her word and that's a promise.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'll be sure to keep that in mind miss magician.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please Anon, no need to be so formal. The Great and Powerful Trixie will suffice as you know.&quot;</span><br />&quot;All too well you dork&#160;;P&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please, Trixie knows that you love it. Else you wouldn't be talking to me right now would you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Maybe I just like having someone to talk to eh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Haha if you say so Anon. I do enjoy chatting but it's getting rather late and I did have a pretty long day today? I'm afraid I'll have to be getting to bed soon. I can't wait for tomorrow though! I'll see you then ok?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah it is getting pretty late. I'll see you tomorrow Trix. Have a good night.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You too Anon&#160;:) goodnight.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place the phone back down and rub your eyes out of weariness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was getting on towards 11 at this point and you felt your body slowly losing what vigor remained in it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Forcing yourself up you brush your teeth and use the restroom before stripping down to boxers and switching off the lights</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Laying down in bed once more you twist onto your side and close your eyes as your mind drifts to thoughts of both Trixie and adventure</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two thoughts mate and the offspring produced is a dream of adventuring through across the land with your little magician in tow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Daydreams blend into those of night as you pass seamlessly from the world of the waking into the one of the slumbering conscience</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wind buffets against your chest as you streak across the cliff side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thundering noises rise up behind you as you charge headlong at top speed in a desperate attempt to escape</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A silver mane billows in front of you as your feet pound into the earth with all their might</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The head of the one in front of you turns to measure the distance of your pursuers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You in turn glance back for but a moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Five of them, barely more than twenty feet behind you and steadily gaining</span><br />&quot;Keep running!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you shout you peel off from your partner and veer to the right</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're after you after all, you might not be able to save yourself but at least she can get away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seconds later they pounce on you driving you into the ground</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Teeth dig into your neck as you let out a deep shout of pain</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Claws lacerate your back as they tear into your clothing looking for it, the Eye</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're flipped over onto your back where your eyes are met with a maw full of razors dripping with blood</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn your head and take a last look at her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns and sees what has happened at this point thanks to your scream</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The gaping mouth draws back in a snarl before plunging down upon you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bolt upright in your bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel the sting of separated flesh along your back where nothing but intact skin resides</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand raises to your neck as you clutch at the non-existent bite mark</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind re-acclimates to the world around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks like it's nearly noon outside the window at this point, must have slept in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's twice now that you've had such a vivid dream in recent memory</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to wonder if it means anything but your logical side dismisses it as nonsense</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dreams are just that, dreams after all, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shaking your head you check your phone and see a good morning text from Trixie from nearly three hours ago</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly type up a reply and send it out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't take long for Trixie to respond</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bout time sleepy head&#160;;P you drink last night or something?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nah, just had a long day is all, and besides, it's Saturday right? Isn't that when you're supposed to sleep in anyway?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well you should know it's never polite to keep a girl waiting Anon, I'll forgive it this time seeing as how we're such good friends however.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh thank you oh glorious and benevolent one.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, I'm just teasing you haha.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Likewise haha.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind is still in a little bit of a funk from the dream but you unseat the thoughts from where they had implanted themselves in your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get up and go through your morning routine same as always before sitting down at your computer and checking the available movies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Chick flick</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;B-list comedy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;2deep4u artsy movie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you'll just let Trixie decide?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thought strikes you and navigate to a page with some less than well clothed women</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't go getting a hard on at an awkward time tonight so you may as well see to it now right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure, keep telling yourself that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever you can do to justify the weird shit you're into</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God have mercy on whoever ends up being your wife cause you have a veritable vault of kinks that you're into</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finish you ministrations and clean up the mess before hopping in the shower</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spend some time letting the water invigorate you as life seeps into your body from the heat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scrubbing clean, you rinse and finish your shower before toweling off and heading into the main room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slap on some deodorant and a pair of underwear before dressing yourself in your attire for the night</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You check your wallet and make sure you have enough cash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run through your mind and make sure that everything you need to do is done and once you believe that you're in the clear there's nothing left to do but wait</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You told Trixie that you'd pick her up around five and it was close to 2:30 so you grab your book and head to the couch to read</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every now and again you check the clock feeling more restless by the minute</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It becomes hard to focus on the book until you eventually end up simply sitting stewing in your own thoughts while you wait</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally it comes to be four thirty and you decide to grab your keys and head out the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Better to be early than late right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hop in your car and fire up the engine</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling out of the parking space you aim yourself down the road and towards the home of the silver haired girl</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't take long by foot and even less time by car so you arrive well ahead of schedule</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not wanting to seem too eager you wait outside the gate to the trailer park until four fifty</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Punching in the code releases the gate from its guard duty and you roll through into the lot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling up in front of Trixie's place you park and stride up to the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A ruckus can be heard on the other side as someone hurriedly shuffles about</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knock on the door announcing your presence</span><br />&quot;Hey Trixie! It's Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound on the other side of the door stops silent for a second before a voice calls out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! Hey Anon, give me just a few minutes ok? I'll be right out.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Alright, no problem.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You descend the steps leading up to the door and take a seat on a nearby public bench to wait</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twenty minutes go by as you wait and the urge to knock again rises up within you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide against it seeing �as how you were in fact early but decide to pace to help calm your jittery nerves</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk back and forth aimlessly for a few more minutes as the brisk air chills your skin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart nearly skips a beat as the door of the trailer swings open abruptly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the other side stands Trixie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hair falls over her shoulders like a cascading stream of water that frames her face and goes down just low enough to border the slight cleavage exposed by her attire</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A denim jacket covers her arms and beneath it you can see a sleeveless, dark blue, dress that drapes to just slightly below her knees</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A pair of star ear rings dangle from her lobes making the smile on her face beam that much brighter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes drink in the sight before as she walks down the stairs towards you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello Anon. Ready to go?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shoot a cheeky smile up at her</span><br />&quot;Of course&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well then, shall we?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie follows you as you make way towards your waiting transportation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open her door for her and she thanks you as she sits down in her seat before you push the door shut once again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Going around to the other side you pop open your own door and get situated in your own seat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A turn of the key and your cars rumbles to life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull backwards out of the parking space and head towards the exit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The gate rolls open as you get close to it and you roll forward onto the street heading towards the mall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie holds a hand forward to the radio</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you mind?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nah go ahead.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pushes in the volume nob and static pours into the car through the speakers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She searches through the stations for a while finding little besides rap, pop, and the occasional mariachi band</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She resorts to checking your saved stations and luckily one happens to have a song playing at the time</span><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CN7aAYS7FuU<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drive in silence for a while and the lack of talking starts to eat away at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your nerves build as you feel like you should say something to keep the quietude at bay</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the music plays on you find something to talk about and send a question Trixie's way</span><br />&quot;So have you eaten dinner yet?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No not yet, I'm not feeling super hungry though, maybe we could just get something lighter?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think about what kind of food places were at the mall before nodding</span><br />&quot;Yeah I think that'd be fine, especially if we're getting something after the movie.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The short back and forth quickly dies out and you're left nervously piloting the vehicle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An awkwardness that usually didn't exist between the two of you was rearing its ugly head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie shifts in her seat and stares out the window watching the passing landscape</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully before too long the mall comes into view and you're able to pull into the parking lot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finding a space as best you can you park and shut off the car before you both open your doors and get out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie waits for you as you round the outside of the car taking your place next to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Side by side you make your way down the lane towards the doors of the waiting attraction</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your arms hang at your side as you walk swinging in time with your steps but are stopped by a light contact</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down and see Trixie's fingers brushing against your own</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your interlace your fingers in hers before looking back up as a warmth spreads from your hand up into your chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your other hand finds its way into your pocket and you start to feel yourself relaxing a little</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Things were starting to feel?right</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being here, with her, it seemed like it was something that was just supposed to happen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your thumb rubs along her index finger aimlessly making her smile dopily down at the ground like a small child</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of this passes by you as you're stuck in your thoughts however</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way through the front and after some searching manage to find the food court</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A couple places stick out but Trixie points to one in particular</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wetzel's Pretzels</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why not?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk over and stand in line while browsing the selection of food</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both order and receive your numbers before heading off to find a table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small two person table sitting a little ways away from the bustle of the store suits your needs just fine</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting down you can't help but stare at Trixie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The way her hair falls down around her and how her ear rings jingle from side to side when she moves</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks beautiful and your eyes seem to never want to stop recognizing that fact</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She catches your eye before looking away smiling slightly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see the faintest hint of red on her face as she does so</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shifts nervously as she tries to find the words that elude her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she finally speaks you can hear an awkward nervous hesitance in her voice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, uh, Anon. Thanks for taking me out tonight. And for paying for dinner? &quot;</span><br />&quot;Hey, don't worry about it, it's my pleasure.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles over the table at your words</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not really used to stuff like this. I'm sorry if I'm making it weird. I'm just?nervous.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So it isn't just me? That's a relief.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh in time with each other over the shared disease at being out of your comfort zones</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I don't often get guys asking me to go to the movies. It's a bit of a new experience.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well that's a shame isn't it? Hopefully I can give you a good first impression at least.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie flashes a toothy smile your way</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You already have Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your food comes soon thereafter and you begin to dig into your meal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So Anon, you never have told me what you're studying even after these past few weeks.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chew the bite in your mouth and swallow before replying</span><br />&quot;I guess I haven't have I? Computer science, I'm always on my computer anyway and it's interesting to me so I figured why not right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie raises an eyebrow at that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You seem very nonchalant about your chosen career path.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, I guess that's because I never really thought I'd actually end up going to college. I told you before about how I had thought about joining the military and honestly it was a bit more than a thought. Almost a certainty really. I had no intention of staying here but I guess life had other plans. I know it seems weird but I feel kind of like I'm missing out on something by not going back to that idea. Now I'm already most of the way through college though so I don't see much of a point to it. No reason to make my parents pay for school only to go and get myself killed on a battlefield.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;For what it's worth I'm glad you stayed Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie's eyes pierce through you as she speaks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hear an underlying tone in her voice but you can't quite place what it is</span><br />&quot;I'm not going anywhere any time soon it would seem so I don't think you have to worry about it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chortle a little and take another bite of food</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So you want to work for a software company or something then?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your hand side to side in a&#160;?so-so' fashion before finishing your bite and responding</span><br />&quot;Yes and no, it would be good money but I think I'm going to try and get a job in the videogame industry. I play games all the time and I always have. I feel like I'd find it more interesting than some other boring software company anyway.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie hums in her throat a little while raising her eyebrows in slight surprise</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's seems neat. I can see it being an interesting job at the very least.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah that's what I'm hoping for anyway. What about you? Got any career goals?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie chuckles to herself at a thought in her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well there's the outrageous dream of performing in Vegas or somewhere similar but realistically? I guess just having a stable flow of gigs to perform at. I don't really know what I want to do past that. I've always just done it to entertain others and bring a little magic into their lives and I think I'd be content with just doing that. Of course I could do that for a whole lot more people if I hit the big times. The fame and fortune would just happen to be a welcome side effect.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You send a gust of air out your nose at the jest</span><br />&quot;Yeah, just a happy little coincidence right? Really though, I think it's cool how you just want to show people that there's still some wonder out in the world.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you Anon, most people don't seem to understand where I'm coming from and why I took such a risk with my job. Although college never really was much of an option for me anyway?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah I guess I didn't really think about that? sorry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie waves a hand in dismissal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's fine, I've known what boat I'm in for a while now. Why don't we change the subject though? No point in dwelling on such things when a handsome man has me out and about with him.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You involuntarily laugh in your gut at the statement</span><br />&quot;If I had known you thought so highly of me maybe I'd have asked a bit sooner. You're right though, want to head over to the theatre?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie nods as you both have finished your food by this point and you rise from your seats</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Disposing of the trash you set the trays down to be collected by the staff and begin towards the theatre near the end of the mall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you walk you let your hand brush against hers signaling your intentions</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quickly picks up on it and your fingers interlace with each other once again as you proceed merrily down the hall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pass by groups of teenagers hanging out and families doing shopping for clothing among other assorted individuals</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A particular group of seven catches your eye</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All with a wonder of colors in their hair and on their clothing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They looked familiar but you couldn't tell why, maybe you went to school with them?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah who cares, you've got the only girl you need right beside you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You come up to the theatre entrance and stop to stare up at the selection of movies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing seems to jump out at you right away so you differ to you companion</span><br />&quot;Any preferences?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie takes a second to take in the selection of playing movies before pointing up at a title card</span><br />&quot;That one? Why am I not surprised?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug at her decision but proceed up to the counter regardless</span><br />&quot;Hi, two for Now You See Me <span class="nu0">2</span> please.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;So what did you think? Up to snuff?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh god it was so cool! I wish I could come up with tricks like that. When they did the?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie raves on about the movie as you fail to keep a dopey smile from being plastered on your face all the while</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hardly think of a time when you saw her as excited as she was at that moment while she rattles off all of the different tricks and illusions that were in the show</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Occasionally she tries to reverse engineer a way to actually pull off some of the tricks but for the most part they worked only through the magic of the silver screen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every time she thinks of something new she pats you on the shoulder in excitement with the free hand that isn't interlocked with your own �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon that was awesome! We have to go see it again sometime ok? Promise me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes in amusement at her childish glee</span><br />&quot;Alright, alright, only&#160;?cause you're so cute when you're like this though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie presents a gloriously bright smile up towards you at your words</span><br />&quot;Ready to get some ice cream?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods enthusiastically up at you before pulling you by the arm to quicken your pace</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You arrive at the mall's Coldstone Creamery and sort through the selection of ice cream's that they had available</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooo. I'm going to get some of that with sprinkles on it. What about you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie asks as she points her finger at some lemon sorbet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a second to figure out your own selection</span><br />&quot;Probably some cake batter. Maybe some peanut butter cups or something with it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait in line behind a number of chatty people who had also just gotten out of a movie until it's your turn to order</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once all is said and done and you've paid for your food you look around for a table to sit at</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon? Can we walk around while we eat? I'd like to look at some of the shops&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug and nod following her out the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You proceed side by side through the mall surrounded by the bustle of people out and about enjoying their weekend</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had forgotten what is was like in all honesty</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Usually you'd stay cooped up in your room on your computer wasting away your free time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was nice, like you were taking a breath after being under water</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like you were living your life instead of just watching as it passed by with every day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking a spoonful of ice cream and planting it in your mouth you let a content pleasure wash over you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If only it could always be like this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt happy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why is it so overwhelming to be hit with an emotion you thought you understood?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was like it was the first time you were experiencing it and it felt so surreal, euphoric even</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew that if this is what life could be like that you wouldn't be scared anymore</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wouldn't be worried about wasting away without purpose</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The logical side of you knows that you can't always feel this way but for once you're able to shut it out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because in that moment it doesn't matter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In that moment the only thing that mattered was what you were feeling, and who you were sharing those feelings with</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie makes her way over to the entrance of a clothing store for children</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns back to you and waves you over</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Joining her you browse through the selection of items that were available</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tiny pairs of shoes and socks, shirts and shorts, dresses for girls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt like a giant in a world of tiny people as you looked over all the clothing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie stops at a pair of booties cooing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aww aren't these just adorable? I've always thought little kids were so cute.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Are all girls like this?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle and shake your head from side to side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know, I just feel like it's programmed into me to want kids or something. Besides, how could I not want them when I can think about dressing them up in these?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie holds up the shoes she was looking at with that hand not holding her ice cream</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your eyebrows at her</span><br />&quot;Girls really are all crazy huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs and lightly hits you on the arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh come on, everyone's a little crazy. I mean look at you, here, with me, out on a date. If that's not crazy than I don't know what is.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hey, you said it not me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie hits your arm again in mock offense before laughing off the situation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on, lets head back out.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow her as she pulls you from one store to the next perusing the items on the shelfs and hangers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you've both finished your ice cream and make your way towards your car</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit for a moment inside the confines of the vehicle talking about nothing in particular as you let your stomachs settle before you set out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Firing up the engine you back out of the parking space and begin the journey back towards Trixie's place</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The journey is a short one as you listen to some soft must from the radio</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling up into the lot you find yourself right outside of Trixie's trailer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Parking you shut the engine off and step outside into the cool night air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk up to the steps of Trixie's trailer and you turn to face her as you come to a stop</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The feeling of nervous anxiety that had seemingly abated made its presence known once more in that instant</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie seemed to be having roughly the same reaction as well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pushing the thoughts aside you clear your throat</span><br />&quot;Thanks for coming out with me tonight Trixie. I hope you had as much fun as I did.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A bashful titter peeps out of her before she responds</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not sure which of us had more fun to be honest. Thank you so much for tonight Anon. It was so nice being with you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well I won't keep you standing out in the cold for too long. I'm glad you had a fun night Trix. Hopefully we can do it again sometime?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie nods as she wraps her arms around you in a hug that you are fast to reciprocate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull back slightly after a few brief seconds and stare down into her glassy eyes shimmering in the moon light</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart begins to beat faster as you stare and throwing caution to the wind you lean down while closing your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lips fall upon hers as the smooth texture of her skin hits your own</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pushes back into your mouth while moving her lips over yours</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In that brief moment the world seems to cease existing around you as the only sensation you're aware of is the wet warmth between your connected mouths</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let the kiss run its course before pulling back and staring down at her once again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both breath slightly heavily at each other as your remain locked in the embrace</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A fierce crimson decorates Trixie's cheeks and nose</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breath comes in shaky lungfuls that punctuate the silent air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your bodies refuse to part as your brains readjust to the feelings roaring within</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breathing stops as does yours</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel the tension in the air sharp as a razor</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your gut tightens as though you were suspended in air by a thin wire preparing to be dropped</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then all at once the wire snaps and you are sent spiraling down into an abyss of primal instinct �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face juts forward as your lips dive back down to meet hers in a rough and heated dance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She presses up into you on her tip toes trying with all her might to put force into her action</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lips dance over one another fighting for dominance in the war of lust</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her lips part and a tongue lashes against your barrier which soon open to accommodate her muscle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your tongues mingle and shift as you take in the taste of lemon from her mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pushing forward you drive yourself into her confines as you swipe across her taste buds feeling the bumpy texture as it caresses the smooth underside of your invading appendage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel heat rising in your face and neck as your mind blanks apart from the sensation of the act of desire being played out between the two of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The embrace lasts long but abruptly Trixie pulls back and stares up at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thin coating of saliva adorns her lips which a quick flick of the tongue remedies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-A-Anon I? would, would you like to come inside?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie pants out in a fluster between breaths</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can only nod as she quickly reaches for her keys and opens the door to the trailer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow her inside as your growing package strains against the confines of the jeans</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take in the interior of the room as Trixie shuts and locks the door behind you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small kitchen area, short hall leading to a mirror, not the most spacious area</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small bed catches your attention as Trixie pushes you in its direction</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down and Trixie pushes her way on top of you forcing you to lay down with your legs hanging off the side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She removes her jacket and tosses it to one side before leaning down over you and planting another kiss on your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a hand groping at your groin as she does so and take it as permission to let your own hands wander</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One finds the small of her back as the other traces up her thigh pushing the dress up along with it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your fingers brush over a combination of smooth cotton and warm skin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spread your fingers and grab a handful of whatever you can and knead it in your grasp</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A soft hum of vibration travel from her mouth into your as you do so while rubbing your opposite hand in a circular motion across her upper back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A squeeze upon your shaft elicits a groan from you grasp at her backside with further abandon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She breaks the kiss once more and climbs off of the bed to stand over you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She points at your pants and in a surprisingly stern voice tinged with need call out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie wants them off, now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You waste no time in obliging the commanding girl as she looks about ready to tear them off if you don't comply quickly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leave your boxers on out of embarrassment but they remain very briefly as Trixie grasps them and with a yank your manhood springs free and lies up against your stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie drops to her knees on the edge of the bed and grasps you in one hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She breaths heavily on your rod sending little jolts of emotion through you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The breath is nothing in comparison as her tongue shoots out and licks across your tip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your knees jerk slightly reflexively but her arms resting on your legs keeps you from moving too far</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tongue continues to lap at your head bathing it in heat and slippery saliva</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her ministrations subside for a moment before she opens her mouth and plunges down onto your member</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel the heat of her body as her mouth encapsulates your stiff appendage with its confines</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bobbing her head up and down she uses one hand to stroke your length in time with the movement of her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You prop yourself up to watch as she works sending waves of pleasure throughout your body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hair falling on your lap lightly tickles you as is brushes over your skin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling off of you she gathers some saliva in her mouth and lets it drip down onto you using her hand to evenly coat your entire girth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finishing doing so she stands up and reaches for the hem of her dress</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking it in her hands she lifts upward and reveals to you a black bra and matching panties that had lain hidden underneath all evening</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take the opportunity to kick off your shoes and socks as well as to remove the pants and underwear from around your ankles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie begins to work furiously at her bra while you pull your shirt up and over your head ignoring the buttons</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breasts soon spring forth from their prison and you drink in the sight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her nipples are small and erect with excitement which pull the taught globes into a pert ball</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wastes no time as she pushes her panties down and steps out of them returning to her position sitting on top of you once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Licking her index and middle fingers she reaches down and reapplies saliva to your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grasping it in her hand she guides your penis towards the entrance of her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A collective moan rings out in the trailer as she sits down upon your shaft and the slick insides clamp down upon you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reaching the bottom of your manhood she wiggles her bottom getting accustomed to your size</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She slowly starts to rock back and forth on top of you letting you slide partially out of her with each pass before planting herself once more down on top of your crotch fully enveloping you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A shudder runs through her body as she rubs against you and her breathing begins to shallow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pushing up into her you flex your muscle providing a solid fixture for her to work her own body against allowing her to bring herself further pleasure</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her movements quicken over time and light moans punctuate the air as her pace gradually increases</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She maintains a steady rhythm for a number of minutes before you can feel her actions become more and more erratic</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She jerks to and fro on top of you and her muscles begin to work on their own trying to force herself over the edge</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breathing becomes shallow and you watch as her eyes go out of focus</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The grip of her fingers on your chest intensifies as a deep moan emanates from her chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hips shake faster and faster until her speed reaches a break neck pace and she lets out a guttural proclamation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Haa?.HAAaaa?A-Anon, I'm gonn- I'm gonna?. mmmnnnhh! I'm gonna c-cuuuuummMMM!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes screw shut tightly and you feel her clamp down on you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Warmth and wetness spreads over your crotch as she rides out the waves of her orgasm and you fight valiantly to stave off your own</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a few seconds of jerks and spasms she leans down onto your chest panting heavily</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel her involuntarily clenching at your shaft every few seconds as if in an attempt to milk an orgasm out of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay there for a minute or two letting her recover</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After her breathing returns to normal she pushes herself up and smiles weakly down at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie is? very, very pleased by your performance. Trixie would like to do the same for you, name how you would like to finish Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get to choose?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, nothing to crazy</span><br />&quot;Could-could you rub it with your chest?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie smiles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course, stand up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sits herself on the side of the bed as you stand over her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She puts on a coy face as she massages her mounds between her fingers while staring up at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come here Anon, Trixie's waiting.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dick twitches at her words and you step forward</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking you in one hand she encases you in her mouth once more applying liberal amounts of saliva to your meat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once sufficiently lubricated she pushes her breasts together surrounding your member between her pillows</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then proceeds to rub up and down as you watch your head poke out above her cleavage time after time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she goes the warmth of her chest and the smooth skin of her breasts massage and comfort your stiffness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With each passing second you can feel your orgasm approaching</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel the pressure build in your cock and your balls tighten</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're on the edge and moaning out you signal your impending finish</span><br />&quot;Trxie, I'm gonna cum!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She speeds up at your words and her mouth begins to envelope the head of your penis as you are pushed over the edge</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first surge of cum shoots out with immense force as you feel the your muscles constrict</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thick rope of cum blasts its way into Trixie's mouth and at the feeling she pulls back but continues to rub against you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The next several spurts land across her face and breasts coating her in your essence as you groan out in approval</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie slows down as your legs begin to buck and spasm from the sensitivity in your head before she relinquishes you from the grasp of her mounds</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch on as she swallows the shot of cum that had made its way into her mouth and for a split second you feel as though you dick might burst back to life at the display</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The feeling passes however as you are too spent to continue and you weakly drop onto the bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie finds a towel and wipes her chest and face off before coming over to join you on the bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoot back giving her space to lie and she shimmies her butt back against your semi hard erection firmly planting it between her cheeks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wrap your arm around her and hold her there while you both breathe into the silent air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pushing farther back into you Trixie pipes up breaking the silence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was wonderful Anon. Will you please stay here with me? I don't want to be alone tonight.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Of course. I wouldn't dream of leaving.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You close your eyes after a few minutes listening to the breathing of the body in front of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel sleep start to tug at your mind and before long you've passed into the world of dreams</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's hard to tell though, as the entire night previous to this moment seemed as good as any dream you had ever had</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wake up to the sound of an alarm clock going off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach over and hit the button to silence its buzzing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting up you look down at the sleeping girl next to you with a smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today was a special day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get up and get dressed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head over to the kitchen and make yourself a simple breakfast of a bagel and some juice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scarf down the meal and head out the door before locking it behind you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The day at work goes quickly as you pour over lines of code</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind is preoccupied by other thoughts however and little work is actually accomplished</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of your co-workers stops by your desk for a brief chat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Today the day?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grace him with a cheeky smile and nod</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I thought so, you look so spaced out I could tell you're thinking about it. Nervous?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nah, I'm sure it'll be fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh ho mister confident eh? Well good luck at any rate. Tell me how it goes.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Of course man. I'll catch you later.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He waves as he heads off back to his own tasks leaving you to your thoughts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Five o'clock rolls around and you quickly make your way out to your car</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drive home and when you get there Trixie is waiting for you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, how was work?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Good, just trying to finish that program we've been working on. You ready for dinner?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie stares at you puzzled</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you mean?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I got us a reservation at a place downtown. Thought it would be a nice way to round out the week you know? Come on, let's take a shower, you can tell me how your day went in there.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie's puzzled expression persists but she gets up to join you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the shower she recounts the small show she put on for a business party</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You idly listen as you take in her form</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her beauty</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How calm and relaxed you feel in each other's presence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wouldn't have it any other way</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finishing up you step out of the shower and towel off before getting dressed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins to take out some jeans and a T-shirt but you stop her</span><br />&quot;Why don't you put on that black dress you like to wear? You always look so pretty in it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time a look of intrigue and interest dominates her visage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She refrains from asking questions however and takes out the dress you indicated</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yourself put on a nice pair of dress pants as well as a sleek black dress shirt and jacket</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You check your pocket to make sure you have it before you shepherd Trixie out the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once in the car and on your way Trixie's curiosity gets the best of her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright mister, where are we off to?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I guess you'll just have to wait and see won't you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie pretend pouts but relents</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a few minutes you pull up in front of one of the fanciest restaurants in town</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Driving up to the front you step out of your car as Trixie's door is pulled open for her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Handing your keys to the valet you walk around to the side that Trixie stands perplexed at</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon?? What is this?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Come on, it's almost time for our reservation.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ignoring her question you take her by the hand and lead her inside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once inside you are promptly seated amongst the many other couples enjoying their meals</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull back Trixie's chair for her before sitting down in your own across the table</span><br />&quot;You like it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie looks around at her surroundings nodding slowly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, it's very? fancy. Anon what in the world has gotten into you? This is so nice and expensive and?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Don't worry about it. You know I'm getting a decent salary from my new job and we have some extra cash to spend so I figured why not celebrate right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie raises an eyebrow but goes along with it as your waiter arrives shortly thereafter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your orders and chat about your days some more as you wait for your food</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It comes in the following minutes and as you begin to enjoy it a silence falls over the table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a break from eating to bring up a piece of conversation</span><br />&quot;Do you remember that first date we went on?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie pauses to swallow while nodding</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How could I forget? We went out to see that movie and got ice cream together. I love thinking back on it because it reminds me of why I love you so much. We were so nervous and stupid but I still felt so happy around you. It was the best.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, it's kinda crazy thinking that was almost two years ago.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I guess it really does seem crazy when you say it like that? I don't mind though. I've gotten to spend it with you after all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile across the table at her</span><br />&quot;Me either.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finish your meals and a bottle of wine over the course of the dinner before calling for the check</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your waiter brings it over promptly and you pull out your card before checking the bill</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jesus fucking Christ how can food be that expensive</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You attempt not to show your shock at the bill to Trixie and seem to do a good job of remaining neutral</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waiter comes and takes the card and when her returns you pen in an appropriate tip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How much was it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie eyes you closely</span><br />&quot;Don't worry about it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile cheekily at her</span><br />&quot;Ready to go?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie nods in the affirmative and you both rise to leave</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The valet pulls up your car and you slip him a five before sitting down in the driver's seat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Back to home?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not quite yet.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once again Trixie's suspicion rises but she bites her tongue and lets you proceed on your route</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way to the outskirts of town and up to a hill with several trees spread around it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling to a stop you get out of the car and motion for Trixie to follow you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab a couple blankets out of the trunk and make your way to the top of the hill</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From that vantage you are able to see the sky in all its beauty and the stars that had begun to sparkle within it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you turning into a romantic on my Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well if you don't like it I could always stop.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't even think about it. I love it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Laying down the blankets you lie down with Trixie in tow and for a good hour you simply take in the beauty of the landscape with the occasional chit chat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As time passes you feel your star gazing coming to a close and you stand with Trixie as you prepare to leave</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bends down to pick up the blankets but you stop her and hold her hand in your own</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you have her full attention you speak</span><br />&quot;Trixie, I just want to say how much you mean to me. Over the past couple years you've been there for me every step of the way. Each day I just try to take a moment to thank whatever it was that me made lucky enough to have you with me and I'm so grateful for all that we've done together.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie's hands start to shake in yours slightly</span><br />&quot;You're the stars in my sky and the magic in my life and I hope you know that every second of every day. I wouldn't want anyone else to be with me through this and I hope you feel the same.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tears start to form in her eyes and with her free hand starts waving air at herself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh god, oh god oh god oh god, I knew something was weird about tonight.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drop down on one knee as she starts the choke back sobs forming in her throat and tears begin to stream down her cheeks</span><br />&quot;Trixie, will you marry me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tackles you in a massive hug and you roll together on the ground under the starry night sky</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop the two of you from rolling down the hill and look up and the now completely sobbing figure on top of you</span><br />&quot;So that's a yes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie nods her head furiously before planting a slobbery kiss salty with tears upon your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The feeling is damp and you're pretty sure there's a little mucus in there but honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way</span><br /><br />End</div></div>




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