Fireflies at Midnight

THIRTEEN 13

In a small town, it wasn't odd to see a venue packed full. Local high schoolers are unwinding after a hard day of education. Elderly couples spending date nights together with a leisure activity. Families pulling out from the stressors of the world, enjoying a night with the kids.

On the outside of the building, not a sound could be heard from the massive building. No lights peeking through the windows, and no scent from the concession stands that typically lined the walls.

Evelyn was slow when stepping out of the truck, eyes adjusting to the darkness. The bowling alley had to be the biggest one she'd ever seen, at least three stories high. From the outside, it was just a normal, big warehouse. A small LED sign that flashed 'bowling alley' being the only indicator they were at the right spot.

Aaron and Eric followed as she walked to the door. One on her left side and one on her right. A part of her enjoyed the attention, and a bigger part enjoyed having them both around her.

Eric reaches the door first, holding it open for the two to walk in. Aaron goes in first, like a kid in a candy shop ready to try it all. Evelyn glances up at Eric as she walks in, smiling as the man winks at her.

The difference between inside and outside the bowling alley was night and day. Music booming when you walk in, blue light hitting every corner of the room. It was almost too dark in the sitting area to see anything, but the alley lanes were lit perfectly.

A part of her liked it. How she couldn't bear to think too much because the music was so loud. It's what she needed now more than ever. Sometimes, not thinking was beneficial. Evelyn could take a note from that.

"So guys, let's go get some shoes, maybe some snacks and go pick an alley." Eric says, placing a hand on both Aaron and Evelyn's shoulders.

She knew it was a cover up just so he could touch her. Eric wasn't much of a comforting dad, more so a stern one. Seeing how he was now, with her, and knowing the stories that Aaron told was confusing.

The trio make their way over to the counter, Aaron and Eric picking their shoes first. Evelyn took the opportunity to just watch, loving the dim of lights that covered her glances.

"Size eight please." They pull out the brightest blue and orange shoes. Probably the tackiest pair Evelyn had ever seen.

Eric sits down beside her as she puts them on, Aaron walking back to the window to switch his out. A wrong size apparently, but Evelyn knew it was most likely because he didn't like them. He was picky; name brand shirts, pants, hats, and shoes.

"Those are the ugliest shoes you could have picked." Eric laughs as Evelyn laces them up, rolling her eyes at the comment.

"I didn't pick them, asshole." She says, rolling her eyes at the comment.

Her thoughts are stopped, blocked and cleared out as a vibration begins. She stops, grabbing the edge of the bench and stills. It felt good, really good. And just as quick as it started, it stopped.

Her head snaps over to the man, shock written across her face. He watches her, head tilted back only a little bit as he looks down. It's easy to tell the man's getting off on this, the torture and control.

"Just reminding you to keep in mind our little talk earlier," Eric places a hand on her thigh, squeezing tightly. "If I tell you to bend over, you do it. If I tell you to pull your shirt down so I can see those beautiful tits, you do it."

God.

It dripped from his voice; the lust and want. Eric was walking sex in a humble body, and he knew it. He loved it. Two sides of a coin, two sides of the moon. That's how he was.