Man, this girl can talk to a piece of string!, she thought
to herself.

She was about to begin wondering what might be the
reason for the change in Dana’s demeanor when a brunette at the bar caught
Alice’s eye. Heh, and not just any “brunette”. This was the “lick my lips
hungrily at you, while I’m sitting here with my girlfriend” type of brunette.

“Hmm…” Alice’s right eyebrow shot up – a mixture of
mild surprise, curiosity, and playfulness all in one.

The lip-licking brunette caught on, wanting to play at
the blonde’s game and top her on it. She picked up the Corona she had been
nursing and took a swig from it that caused a few drops of the golden liquid to
squeeze past her lips and trail down her chin. She held a slice of lime between
her fingers and looked seductively at Alice, who by now had completely
forgotten about Dana sitting beside her at the booth. Their eyes locked as the
other brunette took the lime slice between her teeth and sucked it for all it’s
sourness was worth! …making damn sure that the blonde could see her lips in
sucking-action!

“Damn! Those lips can suck!” Alice whispered to
herself, hoping that no one could hear her. A quick glance beside her confirmed
that Mel and Dana were still engrossed in conversation, so her words remained
unheard.

She knew in the back of her mind that this must be the
meanest-of-means, flirting with someone else’s girlfriend. But she just
couldn’t help it, she felt drawn to this brunette, it was almost addictive!
Hmm, addictive, several things popped into her head when she thought of that
word: coffee, cigarettes, Delerium, and ice cream. Looking at the brunette,
Alice imagined what it might be like to get her alone in a room, full of the
smell of cigarettes in the air, and drenching her in coffee flavored ice cream
while she fucked her silly to the music of Delerium.

Whoa! Easy there, Alice! Get a grip! The Lip-licker’s
girlfriend finally caught on to her intense glare and turned around to glare at
Alice, then at the brunette. When neither of the two seemed to back down from
her cut-eye, the girlfriend got up, grabbed her purse and, with one last
harumpf!, stomped out of the club. Alice almost couldn’t care less.

Ever since she first saw the brunette, and ever since
they started flirting, Alice couldn’t help but be turned on by this
not-so-stranger. The only thing stopping her from taking the brunette’s very
obvious “invitations” was because she was going out with Bette at the time. And
with Bette out of the picture, what now…?