Marissa sat frozen for a minute, looking at the cold liquid seeping into her dress, and she could feel the liquid numb her thighs. She closed her eyes and counted to ten.
"Calm down, girl. Calm down... You are more than this bitch," she thought to herself slowly, not taking heed of Bernard's concerned voice.
"I am so sorry," she heard Ms. Robinson say to Bernard in that syrupy voice again. "I have always been so clumsy. Ronald, my ex-husband, had always said:
"Why don't you go meet that ex-husband of yours and stop flaunting yourself when you are not invited here?" Marissa exploded, unable to keep her anger in check again. She could have sworn that the woman did it deliberately.
"Come, Rissa Let's go and get you cleaned up," Bernard said.
"I am sorry," Ms Robinson said, fluttering her hands "That was an accident. Let me just go with her; other women would be in the rest room, and they might frown at a man entering there as the sink is just right outside the stalls."
"Don't you even try to say you want to follow me anywhere! I can clean myself up, thank you." Marissa spoke in a low, vicious tone and turned to Bernard. "And you, sit there and be enjoying her making gooey eyes at you with that sick "come and fuck me" voice of hers!" she shouted at him before she turned to stalk off in the direction the waiter pointed at.
"What did I do?" Bernard thought as he looked after her, then turned to Ms. Robinson, who merely shrugged and said in fake concern, "I still think I should follow her; it was my fault after all that she got that jealous. I get that women can be quite insecure when they have handsome, fit men like you for husbands. I would never be like that, mind you," she said with a come-hither look before Bernard could reply. She hurriedly added, "I understand. I really must go after her. I wouldn't forgive myself if she ended up losing her way since she had not been here before. That would be one more thing that she would blame you for," she said, touching Bernard's shoulder as she went after Marissa in a hurry.
"She said…." Bernard saved his breath as the person he was talking to was hurrying away after Marissa.
"What just happened?" he thought in confusion. How did a night that had started on a great note seem to be getting so out of hand?
"I think you just screwed up, buddy," his subconsciousness whispered.
Bernard heaved a sigh and picked up his lukewarm drink as he rubbed his hand through his hair.
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"That bitch!" Marissa muttered repeatedly as she tried to clean the soda out of her tight-fitting cloth without pouring more water on herself. The blotch was already showing on her pink wear and she was trying to get it out but it was no easy task as she didn't want to pull the clothes up as people keep going in and out of the stalls. There was a line for those that wanted to use the restroom.
"Try to be polite to crazy people and this is what you get!" she muttered, as she wasn't about to appear crazy to the ladies who milled about. "He had to pick a place where a sick bitch like her patronizes to take me to!" she said as she got more frustrated by her attempt to clean her bodycon. Her attempts seemed futile and she cupped her hand to get water to simply splash on it. She might as well get wet anyway.
"If by bitch you mean me. I would say you are welcome because yeah I am a big, bad bitch. You have no idea, sister. Though I take an exception to the sick that you used in the same vein with that. Ouch, that was cruel. And I thought we were becoming best of friends"
Marissa heard that hateful voice close to her ear, all trace of the syrupy, throaty quality gone. She turned to see Ms Robinson looking at her with a malicious glare.
"Best of friends, my foot" Marissa replied "I see that you have decided to drop all forms of pretence and finally show your true colour. What is it that you want because I…"
"Sshh ssshhh. Girl, I am not about to engage in a catfight with you" she shushed Marissa as she turned toward the mirror to retouch her makeup. She gave Marissa a feral smile through the mirror. "Since we are dropping all pretences; do you want to tell me that you have no idea of what I want? No, let me be specific. Do you want me to believe that you do not know who I want?" she grinned evilly, her perfect white teeth setting against her blood-red lips.
Marissa turned her concentration on her cloth as she saw that a few ladies that were touching up their makeup had started giving them sideways glances.
"Aawwn, do you intend to ignore me and just expect me to disappear because of that? How naive of you, poor little Marissa"
Marissa knew that she was trying to get a rise out of her so she merely smiled with her eyes on Ms. Robinson's in the mirror. "If you have anything worthwhile to say, I am sure that you don't need me pumping your ego by focusing on you before you can say it, and even though I can see some crowfeet fanning out from your eyes that could easily have been from substance abuse than age; I am sure that you are not qualified to call me little anything"
Marissa patted her dress to get as much water as possible out of it then she turned to leave but Ms. Robinson shifted slightly to block her exit and she placed her hand over Marissa's.
Marissa was about to shrug her off but stilled when she said with confidence "I want him. That awesome hunk in there whom you are deluding yourself is your husband? I want him for myself, at first I thought I would merely have an affair with him but with your performance tonight…" she leaned closer to Marissa as she whispered "I will take him from you finally and you would be able to do nothing about it. That is a promise"
She stepped back. Marissa felt her heart thump at the look she saw in the woman's eyes but she hide her discomfiture by laughing in Ms Robinson's face "What a fantasy, I see that your belief in the imaginary is affecting your grasp on reality now"
"Hmm, bravery" Ms. Robinson purred with a maniacal glint in her eyes "I love to see a brave woman" she patted Marissa's hand. "Don't go crying when it happens. Who knows? I might even let you watch the first time I ride him, hmm I am so looking forward to that. Merely looking at him got me so wet that my pussy calls for attention from those strong, capable hands, and I.."
"Jesus, you are one sick woman you know that? I…I don't care about whatever it is that you are imagining in that twisted mind of yours; I can assure you that it wouldn't work. If you are so brave and bad as you claimed, why not go say it to him directly instead of blowing hot air here" Marissa said, realizing that her voice had risen when the ladies around swerved their heads to look at her.
"Aawwn, my dear. I like the show of bravado you are trying to put on that this didn't rattle you at all but let me assure you that you are not fooling anyone, least of all myself" Ms. Robinson whispered to Marissa with a satisfied smile.
"I don't care about whatever it is you are saying or thinking. I am his wife and…"
"And I am his neighbour. You are his wife that is not staying with him while I am the neighbour who was always there when he leaves for work in the morning and when he comes back home in the evening. Did I forget to inform you that I can see directly into his office from my studio? Oh, you might want to know that his bedroom is quite a vantage position from mine. As an artist, you should know that I have ample imagination. I have jerked off a lot to that beautiful, rugged body a lot these past nights. And in my dreams…hmm. Your 'husband' is one of the good things about my change of residence and I won't mind giving him an opening in…."
"I am not listening to this! Go fuck yourself" Marissa said intending to push her aside to pass before she realized that Ms. Robinson still had her hands over hers. "Take your filthy hands off me"
"Okay, chill, pussycat" Ms. Robinson said as she removed her hands stretching them up as if in surrender. Marissa passed her intending to leave the club immediately but Ms Robinson's voice stopped her. "No, don't get it wrong, babe. I won't be the one fucking myself, your husband would be the one doing that very soon…"
"Keep going, keep going" Marissa's subconscious whispered to her as she stopped abruptly at the woman's parting shot.
".... he would be digging it so deep that…"
Marissa swung around and punched her with all the strength in her arm. Straight on her painted mouth.
One of the ladies squealed as Ms Robinson went down.
THANK YOU, SWEETHEART
For turning the page up to this point
For partaking in this journey
For being my source of motivation.
YOU ARE THE BEST!!!
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