Fiction inspired by conversations with a phone sex operator
As I was leaving, Allison asked whether I was free this weekend to meet an old friend of hers. I ignored her and left. She followed up with a text that I also ignored. On Sunday morning, she sent a text that she was at a nearby coffee shop. Having just woken up and in need of breakfast, I went.
The coffee shop was crowded but I saw them immediately. They were seated around a circular table with an empty seat for me. Allison smiled at me when she saw me. The other woman looked at me as if she was studying me under a microscope. She had a resting bitch face. I immediately did not like her. I walked towards them.
"Empress Jia, may I introduce you to Lady Eve?"
"It's very nice to meet you, Jia. Please have a seat."
I didn't reply. I was annoyed. She didn't address me as Empress and she gave me an order. Instead, I put a foot on the empty chair and looked at Allison. She turned red. She was not expecting to humiliate herself in front of a crowd. I heard a moment of silence as those around us watch a middle aged white woman kneel in front of a 23 year old Asian Empress and kiss her feet. Eve looked confused.
While Allison kissed and licked my sneaker enthusiastically, I noticed that there were only two cups of coffee on the table. The bitches didn't order anything for me. Even though I didn't tell them I was coming, they should have been prepared. I gave Allison's hair a tug. When she looked up, I slapped her.
"Get me a smoothie."
"Yes Empress."