56 Atibor (2/2)
”Tell me something about your life.”
”What do you want to know?” Laila purposely spoke the L's with a heavy tongue.
Atibor shrugged.
”That which seems important to you.”
Laila sat awkwardly and cumbersome on the bar stool, making sure to spread a portion of the bottle contents on the floor.
She giggled stupidly. ”Oops”
She began to tell Atibor about her constructed life.
Daughter of wealthy parents, aimless and bored, always on the lookout for the special kick.
She was careful to give a credible account of the role of the increasingly drunk woman.
Slowly, Laila had to consider something about the tequila.
The strange feeling in her head was gone and she actually drank only every third sip.
But she feared that the slow-falling level in her bottle would eventually grab Atibor's attention, or she would shoot herself unconscious with that stuff.
And again, she could not bring the burial number.
Atibor asked questions about their interests, preferences and above all in-depth questions about their financial circumstances.
He was extremely skilled.
He was a pleasant conversation partner, cultivated and a master of the spoken word.
But Laila also found her role getting better and better.
Atibor had just asked her a question about her Porsche as Laila slid off the bar stool.
”I have to powder my nose.”
She swayed slightly, clutching the bottleneck tightly.
”Go away.”
With these words, she stumbled on a door with the symbol for women.
At the door, she put the bottle to her lips again.
She pushed open the door and faced three young women, who looked at Laila in surprise.
”Sorry,” Laila mumbled and staggered to one of the cabins.
Behind the closed door, she heard the women whispering softly.
Laila opened her pants with one hand and sat down on the ceramic bowl.
As she peed, she poured the rest of the tequila into the loo.
The women left.
Laila hurried and hurried with open pants to the sink.
She filled the tequila bottle with water.
She carefully checked the filling level.
She got dressed and checked her look in the mirror.
As she staggered back into the bar, the three women stood by Atibor.
They were engrossed in conversation.
Laila stepped to her bars-tool.
A young woman in a fire-red short haircut gave Laila cool looks.
The other two departed while the red-haired Atibor gave a passionate kiss and slipped her hand into his open shirt.
Atibor looked at Laila at the kiss.
The redhead broke away from Atibor and disappeared into the crowd.
”A girlfriend?” Laila took a long sip from the bottle.
”Do you like her?”
”She is pretty.” Laila fumbled with her trouser pocket.
”What are you looking for?”
”My butts.” Laila could barely put her fingers in the pocket of her tight leather pants.
”Wait.”
Atibor took out his cigarettes and snapped open the lid of his lighter.
A rich click sounded.
”Ah, Dupont.”
”You know valuable things, huh?”
Atibor lit the cigarette.
Laila shrugged and reached for the cigarette.
Atibor pulled her away from her fingers.
”Wait.”
He took a deep drag and pressed his lips to Laila's mouth.
She opened her lips and he blew the smoke into her mouth.
Laila took a deep breath.
He broke away from her and held out her glowing angel.
”Do you like redheads?” Laila wanted to know.
”Jealous?” Atibor looked at her in amusement.
'Ass-hole', Laila thought.
”Why should I?”
”Because you find me attractive.”
”Maybe I'd rather take you off.”
”So what's stopping you?”
”The people.”
”Nobody will hurt you, you're with me.”
”Uh, I'm not an exhibitionist.”
Doubting, he studied her outfit. ”Is clear.”
Laila knew that she had to ride on the Sex Wave to receive the invitation for tomorrow's secret meeting.
She ran her finger over the tangled numbers resting on his chest.
”Maybe I just do not dare.”
”Have you ever had sex with several people?”
”If you think that I often change sexual partners ...”
He interrupted her.
”At the same.”
Laila let her fingers go down to his waistband.
”No.”
”Interest?”
”Sure.”