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A few days after my encounter with Nithya was the company Halloween party. It was a big deal every year, only to have another party in December that was an equally big event. Kay used to say that the parties the company threw were insane. We had an end of summer cookout, a start of summer beach party, anything to get everyone out on the weekend and acting foolish. I agreed, but it was always pretty fun too.
This year, the restaurant we were having the Halloween party at was one of those huge corporate gaming places with shuffleboard, darts, all of that kind of nonsense, even lawn bowling on an astroturf pitch that smelled of plastic and spilled beer. There was a mini putt scattered throughout the place, and we were going to do it all in costumes.
Halloween always brought out the younger employees in slutty outfits, the more mature ladies opting for slightly less revealing looks, and all the guys going hard at looks, but usually not wearing anything that would restrict movement, because there were always games.
My team had decided on a Winnie the Pooh theme this year, and as the tallest, I’d somehow ended up dressing as Tigger. A mail order tiger costume and a little bit of facepaint did the job. We had pretty much the whole gang from the forest, even one of the girls as the kangaroo with a baby for her pouch covered her belly (which had been the inspiration for the whole thing).
Most of the teams at the company did similar things, the sales team were dollar store Avengers (most of them didn’t even seem to know the character they were), the programming teams were anime characters, Mike’s group were all Squid Game, it went on. It was a good time, and the booze flowed, leading to me with my hood off sitting at the bar watching my team mini-put around the place next to a Ghostbuster.
“So how’s it going with that redhead from the camping trip man, you still seeing her,” Sal prodded. He insisted he was Peter Venkman, but his badge said ‘Stanz.’
I looked up at him, surprised to hear of it. Neither he or Mike had brought Stef up once since then, and as far as I knew, they’d both gone along with ignoring the whole thing.
Sal shrugged and smiled lasciviously, “c’mon, Wyatt, there was no was you didn’t see her again after that. You railed her so hard that second night David was out his mind horny all week.”
I closed my eyes as Sal chuckled at my reaction, it was true, that second night had been a hell of a show. Even Ange had looked at me with a little not-so-hidden sexual hunger the next day. “No, it’s done,” I told him, “reality sort of just made it fade.”
Sal nodded. “When you’re ready, David has a list of like seven women that he wants to set you up with,” he put a calming hand out as I rolled my eyes at him, “he’s not really trying, but you’re a successful straight guy in his thirties who loves animals and has a proven track record at marriage, Wy, you’re thirty-something catnip.”
“I dunno about that,” I shrugged at Sal as his eyes widened.
“No, he’s right, Wyatt,” a familiar voice behind me chipped in, and I turned to see Cam standing behind me in her blue crayon outfit. The entire executive team had come as crayons, and she’d worn a printed unitard to make it work that was both sexy, but completely appropriate. My mouth watered as she took off her crayon tip hat and put it on the bar.
I smiled widely, it was the first time she’d been casual with me since our one-time-never-happened-hookup. Sal laughed, “most single guys in their thirties are divorced narcissists, Norman Bates-types, or total fucking lunatics, and the gay ones are even worse!” We both looked at him and then over at his long-term boyfriend who was dressed as Slimer and on the dance floor with Kanga and two Spice Girls. The group was flossing or doing Gangnam style, I wasn’t sure which. He laughed, “I’ve heard.”
“Well,” she shrugged dramatically, “I’m seeing someone, so I’ll find out which one he is soon enough.” That set Sal off. He loved Cam, and immediately demanded she dish. I kept smiling, though I was sure she caught the wince of discomfort and disappointment behind my eyes. I’d really, truly, missed the friendship she and I had once had, and if I had to be okay with this to prove it to her, I’d find a way. “So what about you, Wyatt, are you getting back out there?”
I couldn’t believe Cam had asked me that, and I put a hand on Sal’s arm to stop him telling her about Stef, and a quick glance set him back to cool. “Sal’s just excited because I did see someone,” I admitted, “briefly. It was a bad idea. I wasn’t ready and she was really, really wrong for me.”
Cam put her drink down after a long sip, staring me down. “Oh?” She held me with those dark eyes. She could see me squirm inside, the thumping music on the dance floor. “No other prospects? You’re just signing up for all the hookup apps now?”
The mood had shifted as she asked me that, and Sal stepped forward, a joke ready, his hand on my shoulder firmly. I could see in his eyes with escort a glance that he saw that there was more going on. “No, no apps for me.” I held her gaze, “there was, someone I’ve known a while that I had a moment with…” I took a sip of my pint as Cam’s perfectly sculpted right eyebrow hooked up into an arch. I held her gaze, “…she’s incredible, but she felt it was too complicated and I guess that means the window is closed. “
Bemused, Cam nodded, mmm-hmm’ing agreement. Cam was about to say something, but Sal slipped between us, signalling the bartender. “Wow, I didn’t know that, Wy, hey can we get a round over here? So Cam, what’s the new guy’s name?”
The moment passed as a pair of masked Squid Gamer’s came up to us and revealed themselves as Mike and Ange. Ange hugged Cam, all smiles and laughing, “it’s time to dance,” Ange shouted, pulling Cam away and grabbing Sal’s hand. I watched Cam hit the dance floor with Ange and Sal, her dark eyes still holding me in them. I wasn’t sure, but there was definitely some anger there, but something else too. Maybe a crack in the window.
I turned to Mike and cheersed him, “I gotta go play mini-putt with my team in a minute, want to join in?”
“Yeah man,” he laughed and waved at Ange. “You gotta talk to Ange tonight, okay? She’s not mad at you, but she’s being stubborn about talking to you first.”
I nodded, smiling, I could handle that. It’d been a bit frosty when I’d dropped by their house a few weeks before. “You got it. When’ll she be on drink five and primed to hug-cry?”
He shrugged, “maybe an hour?”
The rest of the party rocked along, I made up with Ange after mini-putt and apologized for hooking up with Stef. She told me she wasn’t mad about it, just that it’d been weird. I got the big hug and she cried a little, which meant it was all good now. I’d be going to their place for dinner on Sunday. Mike and I could play some video games and she’d make pasta and spoil Baxter rotten with tiny shreds of chicken.
“Are you and Cam fighting,” she’d asked me. I shook my head, lying.
Ange narrowed her eyes at me, but she seemed to make a decision and dragged me along to the bar where Mike, Sal, and David were and we had another round.
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The party was finally starting to wind down, and even I, at a very safe pace, was starting to feel the sheer amount of booze I’d drunk. I’ve been a careful drinker for many years. The Blue Whale had taught me that. ‘There’s drunk bartenders, and there’s good bartenders,’ Bob had told me after I found myself on the wobbly side of the coin one night. Since then, I made sure to have something sans-alcohol between drinks always. The downside was that I had to pee like a racehorse.
So, with the main men’s overflowing with my coworkers, I made a trek to the secondary one in the basement. Odds were good I’d catch some sales people doing coke on the sink, I thought as I walked down the long hall. I could hear laughing from the ladies as I hooked into an empty men’s room. It was quiet, cool, and I closed my eyes as I hosed down the urinal. I pondered the stories I’d sent out to publishers, knowing I’d hear back soon. Were they good enough? I’d tried a few things, new spins on old work, new ideas, and it’d be nice to get some validation on all the writing I’d been doing since Kay died.
When I was done, I looked at my face in the mirror over the sink, pulling the hood of my costume back from my face. The face paint that gave me whiskers and a few hints of tiger stripes was more or less smudged away, so I scrubbed it off and tried to clean up my hair. In the hall, female voices and the clack of high heels rang. I exhaled, breathing slowly in the cool space, taking my time to level out. The hall outside the door was quiet, and I was hoping I could make an escape from the party as I headed to the door.
I nearly crashed into Cam as she came out of the ladies across the hall. She was in her sock feet, cap long since lost, and she held her shoes in one hand. “Shit,” she scowled as she put a hand up to stop herself running into me. She was definitely drunk too. “Did’ja follow me?”
“What? No, I had to pee, Cam,” I shook my head, reaching out to take her outstretched hand to help right her as she gave me the eye. “You doing okay?”
She seemed to soften, she inhaled, her face was wet, the edges of her hair as well, she’d been trying to sober up. “Yeah, just Ange is a party ani’maninal.” I nodded, having been on the receiving end of a party-time Ange before.
“I would’ve tried to save you, but I had a feeling you wanted to get away from me.”
Cam shook her head. “No, no, I was bein’ bitchy. It’s just… I don’t know what to do around you since…” her eyes focused on me and she smiled goofily. She was definitely more drunk than I was. She put her hands up and pointed a finger from the hand holding her shoes, penetrating her other hand, balled into a fist with it. She chuckled. “Y’know?”
I escort bayan nodded, “yeah, I do. How about I get you to a cab? Most folks are leaving now anyway.” She nodded and took my arm.
“S’good idea. I def’nitley twisted my ankle,” she winked, I chuckled. It felt like before again, partners in crime, pals.
“Is your boyfriend waiting for you? I’d like to let him know to be on the lookout for you,” I asked, thinking of the stories of creepy Uber drivers and drunk women.
“Mmm,” she hummed, “not my boyfriend yet… maybe soon…” she leaned into me and, “he’s gonna pick me up. I texted him a l’il while ago.” I was glad to hear that she’d get a safe escort home, but a pang of jealously twisted in my gut all the same.
Outside, we sat on the curb, sipping from plastic cups of ice water while we waited for Cam’s guy to show up. The cool air and the water seemed to be helping her get it together, and I was starting to feel just about sober when a guy couple inches shorter than me with long black hair who looked like he spent a lot of time in the gym wandered up. He had a big, toothy smile, and waved, calling out to her. They embraced, though Cam avoided the kiss he went for.
I stood, reaching out a hand, “hey man, thanks for helping Cam home,” I offered. He gave me an appraising look and took my hand, squeezing too hard as I shook it, “I’m Wyatt.”
“Paulo,” he responded, giving me nothing. Unsure of what to do, I nodded, hoping he’d end what was becoming an uncomfortably long handshake. Thankfully, Ange and David appeared, still roaring drunk from the dance floor, announcing themselves as the significant-other-welcoming-committee and swept him away. Turning, I saw Sal standing with Mike and some other folks. He waved his hand, knuckles up, like he was shooting me toward Cam as she watched her beau get the full-court press from our friends.
“He seems nice,” I nodded to Cam. She smiled at me, starting to look sleepy as she tossed her hair and shook it, “you’re good to get home safe?”
Cam nodded, “yeah, we’re good. He’s great.”
“Glad to hear it,” I replied. There was tension in the air, and Paulo kept looking back at me. I stood with hands in pockets, trying to look the part of the safe male friend. Cam’s face had become mischievous, a sparkle in her eyes, a crooked smile across her pretty lips.
“Like, top five good,” she waggled her eyebrows, telling me way too much, and I laughed out of shock as much as anything else as Paulo called to Cam, using her full name, pronouncing it ‘ca-mee-la’, the proper pronunciation with his Spanish accent. Again, I felt a pang of jealousy.
“Wow,” I tried to play it off, “I’m a little jealous.” Cam gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek.
“Don’ be,” she laughed coming in close to my ear, “you’re top three.”
Stunned, I watched her cover the short distance to Paulo and walk away, waving to Ange and making drunk promises to get together for a girls night. Sal and Mike walked up next to me.
“That dude does not like you,” Mike mused and I nodded agreement as David walked over.
“Oh he fucking hates Wyatt, honey,” David laughed. “He stared daggers at him the whole time Ange and I talked to him.”
I had my phone out, trying to order an Uber before this got too out of hand, “guys, come on, she’s drunk, we’re all drunk, let’s let it rest.”
We all slowly started getting Ubers, Mike and Ange pouring into one first. As Sal and David’s pulled up, Sal patted me on the shoulder. “You know that when a girl tells you her new boyfriend is top five, but you’re top three at whatever you did, that’s the window opening, right?”
I nodded, “I guess I do.”
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I climbed into my own Uber, now that I was out of the heat of the bar feeling much more sober, and I took stock, yawning as I glanced at my phone. Midnight. Half the staff was heading off to party number two, but I was calling it. Old old.
I glanced at the phone as my driver chatted idly with me, and I noticed a little red 1 over the text message app.
‘You weren’t at group.’ Sent to me not quite an hour ago.
The beer made me confused for a moment, but it came to me fast. Nithya. I responded. ‘Had my work Halloween event. Had to go, I hope it was a good meeting!’
I put my phone down, not expecting anything but Baxter and my bed, only to feel a quiet buzz on my thigh.
‘I had hoped to see you tonight.’
‘My parents have taken my girls to visit family for the weekend. I am at a costume party and everyone here is incredibly drunk.’
Her world-class blowjob suddenly leapt to the forefront of my mind, and all the cat and mouse with Cam kicked in, igniting my libido.
‘Is it too late for you to come to my place?’ I replied. ‘I’d love to see your costume.’ The three dots of a reply popped up, flashed, went away, popped up again.
‘I didn’t tell you what my costume is.’
The Uber pulled up to my house, and standing bayan escort on the small porch was Nithya with her long black hair in a tight crown ponytail and a black coat that hung to mid-thigh above tall knee-high stiletto boots.
“Damn,” I looked at her as I walked up to my porch, “someone went all out on the sci-fi cop look.”
Nithya allowed herself a smile, but pulled it back and held me in a hard gaze as she pulled up a pair of wraparound sunglasses, “sexy future detective,” she corrected me. “Are you going to let me in?” She smiled at me, the plastic chrome badge on her jacket flashing.
Smiling, I turned the key on the lock. “Absolutely. I’ll make you that drink and take Baxter out for his pee quick.”
Nithya followed me inside, “Baxter?” He came running.
Nithya played with Baxter while I made her a Bourbon Old Fashioned, and one for me. I’m a heathen and put a maraschino cherry in them each. “I hope you like Old Fashioned’s,” I offered her the drink and she accepted it, scratching Baxter under his chin. “These were always my favourite to make at the bar.”
She sipped the drink and her dark eyes never left me as she tasted it, swallowing, a smile creeping across her dark red lips. “It’s very good. Thank you.”
“So, do you have long? Or do you have to get home to the family?” I was hoping to see what was under the coat, I’d caught a flash of some kind of shiny leather thing.
“My parents took them to trick or treat with their cousins in Hamilton. They’ll be there all weekend, crazy on candy and driving their nani mad while t baba claps and feeds them more candy.” She looked at me, still half in my costume, the jumpsuit held up around my waist with the arms knotted to make a belt. “Were you dressed as a tiger?”
“Tigger. The tiger from Winnie The Pooh,” I replied, “my whole team were dressed as characters from the stories.” Nithya smiled and looked me up and down.
“I like it. Tiger.”
Chuckling, I put my drink down on the side table. Baxter had run up to me and was dancing back and forth on his tip-toes, a sign that he needed to pee. “I need to take this guy out, are you okay for ten or fifteen?”
Nithya took another long sip, putting her drink down next to mine and she untied her jacket. “Yes, I’ll amuse myself and snoop.” The jacket slid off her shoulders as it fell to her wrists, revealing a shiny dark blue faux-leather boustier that held her breasts up to me, waist snatched tight. The outfit was capped off with a slightly flared skirt that enhanced the severe look, and left a nice section of creamy brown thigh above the high cuffs of the boots. “Hurry back, tiger.”
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Soon, I was outside with Baxter, watching as he took care of business. He looked up at me and wuffed dustily in his little voice.
“Thanks for putting a rush on it, l’il buddy,” and scratched him behind the ears.
We walked back into my house, and I saw the jacket Nithya had been wearing laying on the couch. She wasn’t in the kitchen, and the drinks were gone. I poured some food for Baxter, noting that the blood test results I’d left on top of my mail pile a couple weeks ago had been looked at. She knew I was clean (thank fuck, I’d started getting tested during my entanglement with Stef), and went looking for her while Baxter ate.
My drink sat on the flat top of the large newel post, and I grabbed it, heading upstairs with a long sip that rattled the ice.
“Nithya,” I called out, and heard footsteps around the corner of the staircase right at the top. A light was on in the bedroom, casting her in shadow at the top of the stairs, a soft nimbus glowing around her.
“Come on then,” she whispered from the top of the stairs, throwing back the last of her drink as I climbed toward her. “Let’s see what’s under that tiger skin.”
Still wearing my costumes as a belt, I hurried to her. She stepped back into the small hallway of the second floor. On the front of the house was my large primary bedroom, on the back was the big bathroom and the spare room, door still firmly closed, the beginnings of a nursery that never came to be still gathering dust. “You settled right in, I see.”
She’d taken off the tight pleather top, revealing a bright blue corset beneath that almost shimmered against her rich skin. Her breasts were pushed up, almost spilling out. Nithya was a small woman, but her hips swayed delectably as she settled on one, clearly practiced in heels. “Just looking for evidence of your crimes, Tiger,” she smiled, putting a finger to her mouth.
I walked to her, and as I reached out, she stepped back from me, walking backward confidently to the bedroom. “My crimes?”
Nithya slid the heavy shades from her face to her forehead and smiled as she backed into my bedroom. My heart hitched a moment, that had been our bed, Kayley’s bed… but I’d packed almost all of her things up the last few months, it was looking more spartan now, the vacuum of her absence not yet filled with my mess. Nithya stood in the doorway, smiling seductively so I could see her bright white teeth against her dark lips, the curve of her back and wide hips highlighted by the faint light filtering through the slats of my blinds.
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