To Georgia, Maya always seemed like a Coldplay song. Smooth, made up of sounds both recognizable and sounds less obvious, leaving whoever heard them wondering how they were made. Of course, that was an extremely vague and simple even more confusing description of a dark haired mystery of a woman. Granted, it was about all she could gather about her.
She'd been working as a bartender in southern Vermont for a just over a year now. She made a lot of money as a bartender, not because she was particularly good at mixing drinks or showy at all, she wasn't even that great at making conversation. She was pretty sure she owed it all to her winning cleavage and great ass.
The first time she'd ever seen the aforementioned enigma wrapped in a sexy suit was her first Friday shift during training. Fridays at the Thorn, her place of work, meant that the people who are serious about drinking were all piled in together to watch the latest games and check out the women (and men)who were just out for the occasional one night stand, or looking for a genuine connection. Maya was not one of those people. She rolled in at 9:40 something with the swagger that suggested, no, bragged, that she had already downed a few beers and was looking for something a little stronger.
Georgia remembered her friend Sarah, an acquaintance at the time, served her a shot of gin, and she waited an entire 10 minutes before downing it, and confidently walking over to woman who was clearly one of the sort looking for a "genuine connection," and leaving with her moments later - the something stronger she'd been after.
Georgia had been so turned on by her confidence that she went home that night and thought of her as she watched porn and touched herself.
The second time Georgia saw Maya she was off training, and it was her first weekend shift without a supervisor. The place had been packed, and Sarah left early to drive down to New York with her boyfriend. In the rush of the demand for drinks, she hadn't even noticed her walk in she turned to see who else was in need of a top off and caught the dark eyes of a stranger she'd gotten off to just a few weeks earlier and blushed. Her facial expression did not change, but somehow she looked more smug at her red cheeks.
Georgia pushed the long piece of hair behind her ear and walked a few steps and nearer to her. "What can I get ya?" she said, trying to sound as even toned as possible.
"Beer, please," she said, surprising her with her polite manner and heavy voice. Georgia handed her a house brew and decided to herself that if she said "Get down on the floor and beg for this pussy, please," she would not think twice about doing it. Maya hummed her thanks, and Georgia added to herself she would do just about anything to hear that sound in the dark of her bedroom.
As she tended to her next customer, a very, very drunk old man who liked to make jokes about her boobs, she watched Maya survey the crowd, zero in on a woman with great legs, down her drink, and then walk over to her pick of the night, whisper a few words to her that were clearly irrefutable, and lead her out the back door to the street, where she lost sight.
Over the next few months, Georgia got over her fear of talking directly to her patrons to make conversation (including, to an extent, Maya) and learned her name, where she was from (New York, New York) and the relative time of when she moved to Winston (only a year or two before herself).
One night, Sarah, who had at that point become her best friend, brought Georgia and her self out in search of some stiff "drinks," she said with a well-placed pause, as Sarah and her boyfriend were over. She was in need of some rebound cock. So she donned some slutty black dress and sleek smoky eyes, the perfect attraction concoction for the men looking for one-night stands. Georgia had opted for a dark blue dress and some sparkly shit for her eyes. In her experience, pussy was harder to catch, so she needed to be caught. Girls like sparkly shit.
They agreed to stop at the Thorn for a pre-night drink to prime themselves for the nightclub Sarah was excited to go to.
They walked into the Thorn and saw Murphy working the counter and waved. Georgia looked around and caught sight of a tall-ish woman with short dark hair and a familiar swagger coming in through the back, heading towards the bar. She wore black skinny jeans and a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up. Sarah, knowing about Georgia's little obsession with the girl, pushed her towards the bar with a happy smirk. Georgia had suspected from the beginning of the night that Sarah was interested in getting more than just herself laid.
Georgia half walked half stumbled over to the bar and ordered herself a shot of whiskey. She grabbed the shot glass and put it up to her mouth.
"You work here," said a familiar voice as she was downing her shot, choking on it in the process. It was a statement, not a question. She turned towards Maya's voice and had to look up to make eye contact, as she was very close, but not close enough to be touching her. She lost her breath for a moment, but found it again and said, "Yeah, I do."
Maya was looking down into her face, focusing on her eyes intensely. She glanced behind her at Sarah and said, "Did you come with her?" Georgia turned to see, though she already knew she was looking at Sarah. Dejectedly, she turned back, nodding. But Maya was closer to her then, and she whispered into her ear, "Think she'd mind if you left with me?"
God, that's hot, Georgia thought to herself. The woman leaning comfortably over her stared her down darkly, and Georgia let out an embarrassing throaty hum to accompany the nodding of her head, yes.
Maya looked down at her body, clearly and unabashedly raking her with her eyes. she raised her eyebrows as her eyes traveled back up and Georgia wanted to drop her jaw (and her panties) right there.
Maya started towards the back exit which led to an alley that hobos liked to use for much less sensual matters, but once they got out there, it seemed to Georgia like the Perfect place to bang a hot stranger.
Before she really knew what was happening, Maya's hands had grabbed her waist and pushed her up against the brick wall of the alley. She seemed to have no air in her lungs, which was fine, because Maya's face was so close to hers that if she'd breathed she knew it would disturb the stillness that made it's sudden and unwelcome appearance.
The tension in the air as the lean, sexy woman she barely knew groped her waist and held her lower body close to hers and her face centimeters away was so thick she was sure it was the reason she hadn't gotten her tongue down her throat yet.
