Monday 31 August 2015

The Hostess




Warning: contains scenes of a violent and sexual nature. 
Aiste smiled at the man opposite and excused herself, she’d already found out that he didn’t smoke so knew popping outside for a quick fag would be a good way to get rid of him. She grabbed her wine and her lighter and headed away from the bar hoping that Eddie wouldn’t be there when she got back. She didn’t mind Eddie, he bought her drinks and he was a nice enough guy, quite cute in a way, but he was obviously married and obviously only after one thing and tonight that didn’t interest Aiste.
She felt the cool blast of air hit her as she left the bar and suddenly felt dizzy, how many wines had she drunk? 3 or 4? not too many but she didn’t want to finish the glass she had in her hand. She crouched down and emptied the liquid onto the pavement. There was no need to drink it, someone would always replace it.
She lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, that was better. She rested her head for a moment against the cool glass of the shop window behind her and closed her eyes. She inhaled again tasting the bitter smoke at it tickled the hairs at the back of her throat.  She held her breath before breathing out through her nose. Her little red dress clung to her body like it was scared of heights, her high heels were a threat to low flying planes, and her cheekbones could be used to cut glass.
She looked at her cigarette, disappointed it was nearly gone, she would soon have to go back inside, back to work. She hoped Eddie would have lost interest and started talking to one of the others or gone back to his friends. But he’d invested his time and his money. She tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear, stamped out her cigarette, found her fake smile and headed back inside.
Eddie waved at her, her heart sunk a little. She smiled her best smile and signalled she was going to the toilet.
She flushed the loo and pulled up her knickers, she readjusted her skirt and smoothed it down, was she putting on a bit too much weight? Life as a bar hostess was taking its toll, late nights, loads of wine, it was fun when it was fun but on nights like these it felt seedy and the results of her excess where showing in her hips. She opened the door to the cubicle and let out a little squeal. There in front of her was Eddie, larger than he’d seemed before, more grotesque. She didn’t like the look in his eyes, they seemed to be undressing her with all the prowess of a cobra. 
‘How about a bit of fun then?’ He said.
Aiste froze to the spot. Eddie took a step forward, he was leering at her,

‘Look what I’ve got for you,’ Aiste looked down to see him holding himself like a flag bearer. She could smell the whisky on his breath, see the flakes of dandruff in his hair, she could almost taste his body odour. He put his hand on her cheek, it was the same hand he’d been touching himself with, it felt clammy on her skin, his other arm came around and squeezed her bum painfully. He grabbed at the material of her skirt, pulling it up to expose her knickers. Aiste was resigned to her fate, she knew that in no time at all he would push himself inside her, there was no escape; she may as well close her eyes and get through it. He lent in and kissed at her face, his kisses wet and desperate. Did he know he was raping her? Or had he convinced himself that she wanted it as much as he did? That word flashed in her brain. No way, no way was she going to let herself be raped. She pushed at him, he fell back out of the cubicle and lost his balance. There was a look of hurt on his face as he tried to deal with the forceful rejection. She thought about using her stiletto heels to add injury to insult but she decided it was better to just get out of there. She adjusted her skirt and headed for the door.

2 comments:

  1. Petra Goláňová31 August 2015 at 11:45

    I appreciate how you can understand the inner feelings of women... I dare say you are a real gentleman.

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  2. Petra Goláňová4 September 2015 at 22:54

    "Her little red dress clung to her body like it was scared of heights, her high heels were a threat to low flying planes, and her cheekbones could be used to cut glass.
    ...She didn’t like the look in his eyes, they seemed to be undressing her with all the prowess of a cobra. "

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