Millie's heart galloped in her breast as Pilar hurried them into an alley behind the theater. She was hornier than a toad. "Pilar, basta ya,"
Pilar didn't wait, but shoved her up against a wall, parting her legs with a knee and jamming a hand up her skirt. Millie gasped as she slid a finger over her clit, Pilar's breathing speaking the language of sex in her ear. She thrust another finger inside of her, compelling Millie to frott her hand, her whole middle screaming in pleasure.
"Fuck, go faster," Millie whined, uttering a symphony of groans and moans as Pilar thrust in and out of her. In that moment something caught her attention, winking in the corner of her eye.
A woman, her diamonds sparkling in the lamplight, sauntered past them, accompanied by her well dressed escort. Millie could only stare at the conundrum, her senses ruthlessly trying to overpower her sex drive. Pilar, however, noticed nothing, but kept inflicting the same pleasure, eliciting Millie's every humiliating response.
Millie tried to coax Pilar away. The woman walked right past them, looking Millie unabashedly in the eye. The smirk that played at her lips doused Millie in ice water. Millie could only imagine herself then, a wetbacked tribade splayed against an ugly brick wall, fucking finger like it was some kind of circus performance. She felt as though she had been clocked upside the head.
Millie pushed -- hard. She gasped as Pilar fell back, landing in a puddle of dirty water. Cheeks flushed, she glared up at Millie. There was disgust in her eyes.
"Disculpame, Pilar," she cried in earnest. "Please, I didn't mean to..."
"What is your problem?" Pilar stood.
"Lo siento," she stuttered, but Pilar wasn't hearing it. Taking a step forward, she slapped Millie soundly across the face.
Millie trembled, ridden with shock as Pilar spat at her feet. Her mascara blurring, Pilar whirled, marching back the way they had come. Millie listened, waiting for the collapse, as Pilar started up her scooter, then sped away. As soon as the quiet returned, Millie began to sob. The shame was like a needle in her heart, the poisoning making each beat painful. She cried there for a matter of minutes, clutching at the short strands of her hair and trying to keep from feeling dirty.
Eventually she found the will to stand. She peered down either end of the alley. A car was parked on one end, much to her embarrassment, and she recalled in clarity the expression of the woman who had passed them by. It was a fine car, seductive even. She took a step, then another.
"That was quite a show you and your girlfriend put on back there," an earthy voice loomed out of the shadows. "Not half as bad as the film playing this evening."
Millie stared at the soft figure, the long legs disappearing into black satin fabric. Half-lidded eyes blushed by the red blossom of a cigarette, the smokey attar tickling her senses.
