The Night the Mask Falls

"Fuck, Alicia. Just like that." He groans and throws his head back in pleasure. I stand, frozen in place at the doorway to his office. I'm not technically supposed to be here, and the soft jazz playing in the room tunes out any noises I might make. My brain goes through pieces trying to place this Alicia bitch who has my husband's dick in her mouth. It's not coming to me though, and I can't get a clear read on her face. Jack has his hands tangled in her hair as he face fucks her before roughly pulling her mouth from his dick and picking her up until she straddles him. "Oh my god, Jack. Right there." I can't believe what I'm hearing. I would have never guessed my husband had been cheating on me. There just weren't any signs. In hindsight though, there were signs, I just ignored them. A lot of "office meetings" and "working late." Now I know what that meant. Working late my ass. The woman has long blonde hair straight as a dry noodle falling down to her ass. Or my husbands thighs, howe

Izzy lets me slide into the booth first, then holds up a finger before she walks away. She's back in seconds with a bottle of my favorite scotch and two glasses. A blunt rests between her lips and I sigh in relief. That's exactly what I need. I realized years ago that me and pills don't mix. Pain pills make me itch and get me way to drowsy and antidepressants make me so depressed I can't get out of bed. The only thing that's helped me in life is weed and liquor in moderation, of course. She fills both glasses and slides mine to me before lighting the blunt and hitting it a few times before passing that over too. I take a drink and let it linger on my tongue, missing the taste that fills my mouth. Jack doesn't like me drinking liquor, says it isn't what refined women do. I doubt refined women bounce on dicks in offices too, but I stop myself from going too far down that road. "What happened babe?" Izzy asks as I close my eyes and lean my head against her shoulder. I take another hit

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."We both giggle and walk towards him, all nerves leaving my body as it prepares itself for what it's meant to do. I push down any lingering fear and morph my face into the bad ass bitch I know I am. "You ready babe?" Izzy asks as she slaps my ass, then grabs a handful. "Jesus, it's better than I remember. I can't wait to shove my face in all that ass tonight." "Promises, promises love. Now, let's go show these girls how it's done."When we walk out onto the stage, the one right in the middle of the club, my favorite stage. Everything falls into the back of my he

The drive to Izzy's house is short, only two blocks from the club. When she found this little ranch on a dead end street she was so excited. Said it was exactly what she needed and she didn't have any nosey neighbors poking around so that was a plus. We don't talk, but it isn't an awkward silence, just two people thinking over their day. When we pull into her garage we keep the silence between us as we grab our bags and go inside. The mudroom is one of her favorite rooms in the house; one of the only ones she's finished since she bought the place. The walls are a pale silver, which I never knew even existed. The floor took her days to do, a dark night sky done in epoxy. It's beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Just like Izzy. Our bags hit the floor and shoes come off before I head to the living room and she heads to the kitchen. Hopefully to grab some snacks. I plop down in her oversized recliner and curl myself into a ball while I wait for her to come in here. The living roo

My eyes open, taking their time to adjust as I go through what got me where I am right now. In Izzy's bed. The one place in this world I know I'm ok. Except my head is throbbing and every time I swallow it feels like glass is in my throat. I reach over to Izzy's side of the bed but am met with cold sheets. My body aches but in the best way. I stretch before forcing myself out of the cozy bed and into the world. Izzy sits at the little bistro table, papers scattered around her, a half eaten bagel sitting on top of one of them. I walk past her into the kitchen and search for a mug to pour coffee into. This is definetely more than a one cup of coffee kind of day, so I pour the last of into my mug and refill the pot. It starts brewing before I finish mixing my coffee and the smell of fresh beans fills my nostrils making a smile stretch across my face.When I get to the little table, Izzy's cleared a tiny spot for my coffee cup and pulled the stool out from under the table for me. Her blo