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I immediately step back and turn my face to the side, breaking eye contact. “Reyna?” I ask, pretending to be surprised. “What are you doing?”
“We were worried about you, little Sarah.” She’s playing along. We both know I heard the whole thing. “You were gone for so long.”
“Nice of you to check in on me,” I snap. “And don’t call me little.” I can be polite for Maria, but fuck this bitch, I don’t need to be polite to her face.
“Did you like the little slut’s performance?”
Pretending didn’t last long.
“What?” I say, mostly as filler. I don’t know how I would begin to respond.
“She was a little too eager for my taste,” continues Reyna, ignoring me. “It takes all the fun out of it.”
“That was a game to you?”
“More of a hunt, but she wasn’t the target. She was the bait.”
Goosebumps crawl all over my arms and down my back. I miss my hoodie.
“W-what was the target?”
“You, little Sarah. The show was all for you.”
She licks her lips and I step back, trying to get away from her, but I’m trapped in this stall unless I bull her over. I’m not afraid to tackle a bitch. I can’t let her bully me. She just mind-fucked or hypnotized or something poor June after leaving the table where my best friend and her girlfriend is sitting.
“I bet you enjoyed it,” I say with some backbone, even if it’s faked. “You know who else would love to know about that? Maria.”
“Yes, I imagine she would,” says Reyna.
“You don’t know her at all. She’d kill you if she found out you were cheating.” Maria has severe trust issues after several boyfriends in high school cheated on her. There’s no way she’d put up with Reyna’s shenanigans.
“What would you tell her? That I watched June play with herself and called her a slut? Is that cheating now? Besides, I think it is you who do not know her now. She has changed.”
“Thanks to you?”
“I helped, yes. But, no. She has found her true self. She is a slut, just like little June.”
“Are you some type of predator? You hunt down women and debase them?” Kinks and fetishes are one thing, but no one calls my best friend a slut. Maria is devoted and loyal. She dresses flirty but doesn’t do anything interesting in the bedroom outside of missionary position. She likes the idea of being slutty more than actually being slutty.
“I help women liberate themselves.”
“Sure, you do. You dominate them. Subjugate them.”
“Teach them their true identities.”
“And what, they’re all sluts?”
“Most.”
“What is wrong with you?”
“Don’t you want to know what you are?” She asks, ignoring my question.
“No,” I say in almost a whisper. I don’t need her to tell me. I know already. I’m the girl everyone overlooks. I’m the background. Even Carl, my boyfriend, took years to finally notice me. We were close friends until he finally figured out I had tits he could look at and we become more than friends until we become boyfriend and girlfriend. Even now, our sex is tame when we have it, and we don’t have it often. It’s not his fault. I’m not always in the mood. I guess I’m one of those girls with a low libido. There’s nothing wrong with that. But I’m not a June. I’m not a slut. Besides, that’s none of her business.
“One day you will ask me the question and you will already know the answer. That will be the sweetest of days,” says Reyna, looking above me as if she really can see the future and isn’t spouting some nonsense.
“This is some fucked up power thing for you, isn’t it? You think you’re so irresistible.”
“Some women are designed to be worshipped. Some women do the worshipping. I know which one I am, but which one are you?”
“You know, June gave me her number too. You aren’t some sex goddess to her. She was horny and looking for anything. She would have banged anything that moved this morning. She must have been desperate if she was hitting on me”
“You think too lowly of yourself, little Sarah.” Reyna takes a step towards me. I try to step back, but I have nowhere to go in the stall except into the toilet.
“Don’t call me little.”
“She was in heat, that much is clear. But she was attracted to beauty. Do not underestimate your beauty.” She reaches for the straps of my tank top, but I smack her hand away. “So much fire in you.” She leans closer to me, almost as if to kiss me, “I like that.” I shiver, from what, I don’t know. She leans back and steps away from me, proud of herself.
“Fuck you,” I say without any strength.
“I’m certain one day you will, little Sarah. But that day is not today.”
“You think I’d fuck my best friend’s girlfriend?” I pause. I’ve skipped something obvious. “You think I’d fuck a woman at all?”
“You are too worried about Maria. She was the same, you know. About Jace.”
All the anger is gone from me. All that remains now is cold fear. I don’t know who this woman is. I don’t know what she did to June or what she’s doing to me. But I have to stop her. For Maria, if not for myself.
“What did you do to her?” I ask.
“Nothing she didn’t beg me for. You’ll see. All my takeovers are peaceful. Just like little June. They beg, and they ache. Everyone is so hungry for me. But you Americans are so shameful. So guilty and hurting. I make sure to help clear away the cobwebs before I accept their service. Maria needed healing. I healed her.”
“By controlling her?” The heat is returning to my cheeks. Good. “Dominating her? Telling her what to do and flirting with other women in her presence? Hitting on her best friend? Demeaning her? Is that how you heal her?”
“Precisely.”
“What?”
“She came to me, little Sarah. She came to me. I run a little shop offering advice and counsel to women who are sexually unfulfilled. She was worried about Jace. About the wedding night. Apparently, Jace was, how do you say?, a boring in the bedroom. Thrust. Grunt. Two minutes. Sleep. You have no idea how often I hear this. She wanted to make the night special, but all Jace wanted was fancy lingerie. Men are too simple. She was afraid it was her fault. She wasn’t the sexy one. But I told her the roots of her sexual energy ran deep, and I could help her dig into them. I could show her the true potential bubbling beneath her.”
“You lied? You trapped her. You never told her you were going to make her a lesbian or serve you. She wanted her relationship fixed, and you ruined her.”
“No, darling. She wanted herself fixed, and I did that. Why do you think her sex life was so empty? Not because of Jace, but because of Maria. She wanted to serve someone. Jace was boring and weak. Now she serves me. She wanted sexual pleasure; I pleasure her in ways she thought only possible in pornography. I simply woke her up. Once she was free, she chose me over Jace. That is all. I forced nothing on her but for her to face the truth in herself.”
“She was a lesbian in denial?” I ask suspiciously.
“The term is useless. She pleasures me. I am a woman. I pleasure her. She is a lesbian. She is bisexual. It matters not. You Americans are so lost in your terms. Call her what you will, she is mine.”
I step closer to Reyna. I’m done being scared of this bitch. Psychopath. Sex Goddess. Hypnotist. Spanish bombshell. I don’t give a fuck. I’m going to talk to Jace and we’re going to get Maria back. “She doesn’t belong to you.” My words are deliberate, slow. “She belongs to herself. She belongs to those she loves, which is me and Jace. You don’t own her.”
Reyna smirks, amused. “Perhaps not yet, but soon she will be mine completely. There are so many cobwebs to clear out first. But once I am done cleaning, I can start redecorating.”
“I’m going to stop you.”
She cups my cheek in her hand and looks down at me condescendingly. “I look forward to your trying.”
I shake her hand off my face and press on her sternum with my forefinger, hard. “Get out my way.”
“One last thing, little one.” She bends her knees and reaches for the buckle for my jeans. I gasp in surprise and step backwards, but she follows. I try to take her hands off of me, but God, she’s strong. Her face turns from a smile to a snarl as I’ve backed up against the toilet of the stall, nowhere else to turn. My jeans are unbuckled. I try to scream, but one of her hands slams down on my mouth and over my nose. She squeezes. My hands scratch at her hand, her arm, but she doesn’t move. She leans in against me, at her full height looming inches over me. The snarl recedes.
“Shhh, darling. Don’t scream. I’m not going to hurt you.” She lowers herself until all I can see are her bright amber eyes. Her beautiful eyes. “I would never hurt you, okay?”
I don’t move.
“Nod if you understand that Reyna would never hurt you.”
Of course, that’s bullshit. She’s got me pinned in bathroom stall. I think I’m a few minutes away from being raped by this woman. I close my eyes shut, but she squeezes my face until they open wide from the pain. I can’t breathe, and the corners of my vision are starting to go blurry. I’m having trouble focusing. There is the stall behind Reyna. The mirror behind Reyna. And then there is Reyna. Reyna and her eyes. Burning amber. Shining.
Everything is going dark except for her eyes. Her eyes are sharp and bright. Everything else is soft in comparison. Everything is dim. Like a cold night back in Massachusetts. A winter night. I love winter. You curl up on the couch when it gets dark so early. Grab a book. Sit by the fire. Everything is dark, but you can see from the crackling fire. The fire glows amber. The whole room is amber. The book is amber. The world is amber. Sarah is amber. And amber is safe.
Of course, I’m safe. I nod with understanding. The hand slips from my mouth and nose. I don’t gasp in air because I’m safe. I don’t scream because I’m safe. I don’t close my eyes because I love this book. It’s my favorite.
“Good girl,” says the fire or the book or the winter. “Now look at me, look at Reyna and truly see her.”
Reyna steps away from me and the world goes cold. Her eyes are stars now, no longer my sun. With the cold comes my anger. What did the bitch do to me?
“You’re strong, Sarah. I admire that.”
I wipe my eyes and run my hands over my face. I’m drooling. How long was I staring into her eyes? “What did you do to me?” I ask.
“Just proving a point.” She holds something up. Some white fabric that looks familiar. With both hands, she holds it in front of me and spreads it out. They’re my panties. Holy shit. “Look how wet they are, darling.”
I immediately reach down. My jeans are on, but my panties are gone. My crotch is warm, sticky, and a little wet. “What did you do to me?” I ask again, letting the rage and shock fill my voice. When did that happen? Was I zoned out? How long was I zoned out? Shit.
“The real question is whether I asked for them or you offered them. The difference between those is everything.” She purrs the last word, filling the stall with her thick breath.
“What are you?” I ask, wondering for the first time that she may not be fully human. Those eyes. That fire. I can still smell the amber fire and feel it warming my crotch again.
“Time will tell, Sarah. For now, let me promise you this. You can attempt to take Maria from me, if that pleases you. But one day you will come to me, alone, of your own free will. And you will beg me to take you. You will beg me to bend you to my will and control you like I control Maria, maybe more so. On that day, you will get these panties back.”
Reyna turns abruptly, her heels clicking, and clacks out of the bathroom. The door shuts behind her, and silence fills the bathroom.
With her gone, I can see my reflection in the mirror. My hair is ruffled. Slight drool still comes from the corner of my mouth, and a small puddle of it has gathered on the top of my tank top. My jeans are unbuttoned, and my bush is showing.
And I’m smiling.
The door creaks open. I rush for the stall door and slam it shut. I run my hands through my hair and button my jeans. I wipe away the drool. I step out of the stall and try to make it look like the drool is water that spilled on me.
For a while I stare at myself in the mirror. What just happened to me? Did she mess with my mind like June? How long was I standing there, drooling in front of her? Long enough to take off my panties and get my jeans back on, at least. Where did that time go? I can see myself clearly now, standing in front of her repeating after her just like June. Calling myself a slut. Begging her to control me.
Is that what happened or what I wished had happened?
No. Fuck that. She said one day I would ask her to do that to me. Which means I didn’t do that. She’s playing some game with me, but I’m not going to play by her rules. I’m going to go out there and expose her as the psychopath she is. Maria may not understand, but I’ll figure out how to break the spell.
When I look at myself, I don’t see a strong woman. I don’t see someone like Reyna who towers over other women. But I do see someone who is loyal. Someone who has so few people in the world that she will desperately defend the ones she does have. Reyna may think I’m some slut like June, but I’m not. I can beat her.
My blue eyes suddenly turn to a bright amber and a surge of heat runs over my chest and straight down to my pussy. I shiver in delight and then in terror. I shake my head and look back up at the mirror. Blue eyes.
This bitch needs to go down. Now.
I storm out of the bathroom and see the booth and the back of Maria’s head. But I don’t see Reyna. I look around the diner. Maybe she’s with June. But June is serving an elderly couple on the other side of the restaurant.
Where the fuck did she go?
I head back to the booth and sit across from Maria.
“Oh, there you are. I was worried about you. Are you feeling alright?” asks Maria.
“Yes. I mean, no. I’m not feeling well. But listen. We need to talk. Where’s Reyna?”
Instead of answering, Maria starts giggling.
“What’s so funny?” I don’t have time for this.
“She said you would ask for her as soon as you left the bathroom.”
“She did?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry. I’m not upset.”
“Why would you be upset?”
“It happens all the time. People are attracted to Reyna. Not sexually. Psychologically. She draws them to her. I’m not surprised you find her so fascinating. Lord knows that’s what happened to me.”
“What? No. I’m not attracted to her. In, uh, anyway.” I run my hands through my thick blond hair. Looking over the diner, she’s still not here. June makes eye contact with me and smiles. I smile back nervously, and the sexy waitress heads to our table.
Waitress. Normal waitress. Fuck.
“Listen, Maria. It’s not that. There’s something you need to know about her.”
“About who?” asks June to the both of us.
“She thinks I don’t know that you touched yourself for Reyna,” says Maria casually. June blushes, pushes another strand of hair out of her eyes, but keeps the hand in place to cover her face as she storms off into the kitchen. “I know, Sarah. It’s okay. Stop being such a prude.”
“You know?!” My rage gets the better of my volume control. Heads turn in the diner, and Maria grabs my wrist and drags me into the booth with her.
“Keep your voice down! Goddess, you have no self-control.” Goddess? “Listen, of course, I know. Reyna doesn’t keep anything from me. We tell each other everything.”
“What exactly did she tell you?” There’s no way Reyna went over all the details. She didn’t have time.
“She told me that she went into the bathroom looking for you. She found June masturbating. June asked her to watch, so she did. And then –“
“And that doesn’t bother you?!” I interrupt.
“No. Why should it? Reyna’s a grown woman, and so is June. It’s not like they fucked. Anyway, June finished and then Reyna said that you heard the whole thing and confronted her. You were afraid it would hurt my feelings, and you told Reyna that you would be watching her. That’s it. Then she had to go.”
I’m surprised by Reyna’s honesty. Sure, she left out a few key parts, like taking my panties, but that’s the meat and potatoes of it.
“Honestly, I’m flattered that you’re looking out for me, but I’ll be fine. Reyna’s not going to break my heart.”
“She’s dangerous, Maria. That’s not everything that happened. There’s something off about her, something she can do.”
“I know,” says Maria with a dreamy smile, her mind going somewhere else. “She has such a presence. She draws in everyone’s attention.”
“Doesn’t that bother you? Don’t you get jealous?”
“No. I’m the one in her bed at night. That’s all that matters.”
“Every night?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“It’s not? I thought we were best friends.” I don’t mean all the indignation in my tone, but this hits the heart of the issue. Reyna and her beautiful eyes are all secondary to getting my best friend back.
“Were?”
“Are. Best friends. You and me. We’ve known each other forever. Then all of the sudden you get a girlfriend, dump Jace, and block me out.”
“But this is why I haven’t talked to you about any of this. I knew you wouldn’t understand. God, you can be so judgmental.”
I stare at her. A dozen sentences come to mind: angry, hurt, sad, but I don’t say anything. This girl held my hand and my head when I told her Carl cheated on me. She didn’t say anything when I stayed with him. She’s held my hair while I puked sour wine all over her bathroom. She’s picked me up in a rainstorm, given me a place to crash in a hurricane, and stayed up late into the night listening to all my fan theories about the latest season of the Bachelor.
And this is how I treat her? She comes out to me, and I question her? She introduces me to her girlfriend, and I interrogate her?
I can’t tell who the bigger bitch is: me or Reyna.
“I’m sorry. You’re right,” I say, chewing my lip. “I’m being heinous. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” says Maria, but I’m not convinced.
“No. It’s not. In all this craziness, I never once stopped to ask how you must be feeling. You left your fiancée who you’ve dated for three years. You’re dating a woman. You’re questioning or changing or accepting your sexuality. And here I am, being a total heinous bitch. I’m really sorry, Maria.”
She pauses, staring into my eyes. For a second, her eyes flash amber. “It has been kind of crazy.” She smiles. “I’ve missed you, you know.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
And like that, we’re back to normal. She stays with me in the restaurant for another hour. I finally order some sausage and eggs. I offer to buy something for her, but she passes. We fall into an easy rhythm. We don’t go into any of the heavy topics: she never talks to me about Jace or her new-found lesbianism. We talk about the Bachelor and work. We talk about her hair and what color she is thinking about next (neon orange). We talk about how I really need a new wardrobe.
At some point, she gets a text. Her face gets serious and all the warmth drops out of the booth.
“I have to go,” she says.
“Yeah. I should probably get back to Carl.”
“Next time, we talk about the Carl situation.”
“That sounds like a great band name.”
“The Carl Situation?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe something punk-rock? Ska?”
“Yeah, something white angsty teenagers would listen to.”
“Absolutely,” she laughs. “But seriously, call tomorrow and we’ll find a time to meet. We definitely need to talk about it.”
“Fine,” I sigh. She’s been trying to get me to break up with Carl for months.
“Alright, I’ll see you later,” she says and gets up from the table. I see her walk back into the kitchen of the diner. Someone asks what she’s doing back there, but the door opens quickly and she heads out of the restaurant.
A minute later, June walks out of the restaurant after her.
What. The. Fuck?
Talking to Maria lulled me into a sense of normalcy, but nothing is normal about this. I can’t forget. I can’t get lazy. This is seriously fucked up. I take out my phone and pull up Jace’s number and text him.
“We need to talk ASAP.”
“When?” he responds.
“Tomorrow?” I ask.
“Yes. Coffee? City and State?”
“Sure. 3?”
“Done. See you then.”
I put away my phone and leave some cash for the waitress I no longer have. Is she off to sleep with Maria and Reyna? Are they about to have some kinky lesbian threesome? Or is she going to replace Maria as Reyna’s new pet? What the hell does Reyna want with them?
I’m going to find out. I’m going to stop her. I’m going to get my best friend back, and then I’ll get on my knees and eat my new goddess out.
Shit.
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