She stared back at the ice blue eyes that she once knew so well. Propping herself up on edge of the sink. She took in the tattered, once white tee that draped on her slender body. The once voluptuous, muscular build and cherub like face were ruins of what they had been after what had transpired over the past six months. Now small and skinny, easily thrown around, with tattoos painting her arms and scars littering her skin, the only thing that reminded her of herself were her eyes. But even those were losing their light. She sighed a deep breath that somehow didn't reach all the way into her lungs.
Opening the bathroom door, she wandered back down the hall. Stopping along the way to see the rooms she hadn't got the chance to. The house was massive, almost like a mansion. Each room as black and white as the next. The only thing that even gave away that a person lived there, was the half-drunk bottles of booze sprinkled around the kitchen. The girl grabbed the decanter of what looked like whiskey off the counter and sauntered over to the balcony. Not particularly caring what kind of alcohol it was, she began swigging heavily and gazed around the grounds which were as minimal as the house. Surrounded by neatly planted trees and a carefully placed stream, it was like a staging of a magazine. Jesus fuck, she thought, I gotta get the fuck out of here.
She went back inside and crept into the bedroom. The woman was still sleeping in the bed, her long honey colored hair strewn across her face. The sheets were on the ground where they had found their final resting place the night before. The girl took in the body that was before her. It was perfect in a sense: virtually flawless skin, big lips, perky breasts with pink nipples that pointed to the ceiling, toned stomach rising and falling in time her breath, and perfectly waxed pussy in between thick thighs. The girl felt a twinge of sadness. Perfect isn't what she was looking for. The woman in the bed started to stir and the girl came back to earth. She ran to her bag, grabbed her jeans and was out the door before the honey blonde could open her eyes.
The girl felt back at home in the city. Invisible and nondescript among the masses of people under their umbrellas all hurrying their way through the rain to point B. The girl navigated her way through the crowds to the small dank bar in one of the back alleys. She shoved her hood off and walked to the back.
"Well hey there, where'd you get to these past couple days Kat?"
"None of your god damn business John," the girl said jokingly.
"You were fucking that bitch who came into the bar, weren't you?" John asked with a devilish grin.
"As many times as she could take it. Then more," Kat said, winking and smiling. She turned away, smile fading quickly, not wanting to compare with John about 'what bitches we fucked.'
"I'm gonna go prep."
She made it through her shift with only a few assholes then left the bar as soon as she could. Today was a good day so she ran home, ready to be alone and at peace. Kat walked in her front door, taking in the small studio with blank grey walls. It reflected everything she felt. In an effort to forget her life that had crumbled a mere six months ago, she had erased any object or reminder of it. She moved here, where even her family didn't know the address of, then started skewering herself on any dick she could find and burying herself in between the legs of any woman that would let her. She did keep a few things from her old life around, two friends, Angie and Erin, so they could let people know she was alive.
Kat sunk down into her couch, closing her eyes and shutting out the world. She reminisced on her past two days with the honey blonde. The way she moaned when Kat slid her fingers into the tight, smooth, juicy crevasse between her thick thighs and how she whimpered when Kat slid her tongue along the ridge of her clit. Tasting how sweet she was and feeling her violently tighten on Kat's tongue over and over. Kats hands found their way to her own thighs, starting to undo her jeans and reaching down to start touching...the phone rang. Fuck, she muttered. She looked down at the phone and cringed, it was Angie.
"Hello?" Kat asked tiredly.
"Kat! Where have you been?! We're going out to night and you're coming with."
"No thanks Angie. I'm in for the night"
"Don't be such a little pussy! Get your big girl pants on, we're going out and drinking seas of whiskey!"
