The moment we leave the bar, i get sobered by the chilly wind. I find myself arm in arm with a beautiful woman. What the hell was i thinking? What happened to me? I was determined to leave the bar when the woman approached me and suddenly i find myself being fingered by her publicly, a group of leering guys around us.
I free my arm from hers and confront her. "What's wrong with you? How dare you touching me up? And who are you anyway?" i shout at her.
She looks at me calmly. "You're wet, right?"
Oh my god. I didn't realize before. But she's right. I sure am. My friggin' pussy has betrayed me, yet again. My embarassment must be all over my face, for she smiles broadly now. "I know what you want, honey. And I can give it to you. Don't be afraid. You will enjoy it, and you will be free, possibly for the first time in your life."
Umm, i'm taken aback. What do i want? And why would she know something i don't even know myself?
On the other hand, she was right with me being wet. Although wet is the wrong word. Slopping fits better.
Curiousity has killed many cats, and i'm no exception to the rule. I let her take my hand and walk the few meters to the curb, where she hails a cab.
"By the way, my name is Zoe."