Queens of the Night

Exit

On their way Flaca indicated some other attractions and they chit-chatted about it all. It was just ten minutes, and they were in no rush.

"...so you could catch the things you missed till the fifth. Then from 25th to 28th there's the Thanksgiving Special, it's kinda small but cute, Juliana might like it." They slowed down a bit. Maritza realized they were almost at the place from the smell; she looked at the taller girl who was excitedly explaining about the park's calendar and smiled. She was really trying to sell it.

When they got opposite Frankenstein's, they stopped and turned towards each other fully. Flaca's spiel had reached December and the Christmas wonders Litchfield offered.

"It does sound like Juli can't miss out on it," Maritza nodded pensive. She turned and had a glance inside the window; she could actually make out her daughter and the rest of her family at a table, having what seemed like hamburgers and very orange fries. Redirecting her attention to Flaca, she saw that her eyes were fixed on the same spot and she had a small sweet smile on her face.

She couldn't very well look away herself. Her eyes were soft and warm, cheeks a bit chubby with a unique shape, lips just slightly upturned on one side, so full, down to her neck and the ample plane of her chest and that line inviting to continue the inspection. Aah.

But that expression again brought her up, at once kind and reserved, hopeful and childlike but with a hint of melancholy. It made something in her tug and long too.

Maritza's touch on her arm startled her, and their gazes met.

She led her down by the nape of her neck, and touched their lips, and breathed. Flaca was staring at her with wide eyes.

She dragged her in again and closed her own, entangling fingers in her hair (thank god she had taken off that goddamn wig after the disco) and caressing her hip, and center to her abdomen, and up to her breast. Mh. Wasn't that a lovely place to stay.

Aah. She was delicious.

Dling.

Flaca jumped a little and distanced them. She frowned.

"Erm," the other girl cleared her throat and made suggestive brow movements.

Uh-oh. Her family had just come out on the street and were now moving towards them. Fuck.

"Mama!" Juliana hugged her leg.

"Hey baby," she greeted overenthusiastically and eyed the other two women warily.

"Have you had fun?" she felt the nod and looked up to see her sister's smirk.

"Everything was good sis." She was staring at Flaca. Darn.

"And who is your friend?" asked her mother curious. Jesus.

"She's the ticket witch," Juliana answered candidly.

"Qué?" her mom enquired. Aaah.

"Buenas tardes señora," Flaca saved her. "And, Maritza's sister? - I work here, at the entrance," she explained with a smile.

"Oh I see. And how long have you..."

"Mom," Maritza interrupted in a rush. "It's a bit late no?" her sister's eyebrows skyrocketed.

"Wh..."

"Where is your hair?" Juliana jumped in right then.

God bless her.

Flaca seemed to think the same. She chuckled.

"It's in my bag. Wanna see?" she pulled it out, making Juliana awe, and them all laugh a bit.

She smiled.

Isabela opened her mouth about to say something, but then looked at her sister and seemed to think about it again; she called Juli to her.

"Mari, we're going to the exit, we'll wait for you outside OK?" she said, already moving.

?

Her mother didn't seem to get it entirely either. "Pero..."

"Vénte mamá," she grabbed her forearm and continued on.

"Oy mija..." they were all a bit dumbfounded it appeared. "Ha sido un placer...?"

"Marisol, me llamo Marisol," Flaca nodded stupidly at the retreating forms. "Igualmente!" she waved.

They were out.

Maritza and Flaca looked at each other. What was that? Oh well.

"So," Maritza started. "I gotta go now."

Flaca nodded. "Yeah."

A beat. They were in a standstill.

"...and," she coughed a little feigning indifference, "you said that the closing show on the four and fifth is even better than today's?"

Flaca beamed. "Yes! Definitely. If your daughter liked it today then she'd looove that one, believe me."

Maritza smiled.

"Oh, I could, like, keep a couple of tickets for you if you wanted? 'Cause it's the last day of the Halloween week y'know, and it could be crazy busy and all," they were both nodding like fools now.

"Yeah, definitely, I mean, yeah." Then she paused. "Wait I'd have to check at home for the day though, she has a visit with her pediatrician but I don't remember when..."

"Oh a'right. Then I'll give you my number OK? So you can let me know," she was rummaging through her bag again, for her phone this time.

Maritza nodded and they exchanged numbers.

"OK, I really have to go now," she repeated.

"Yeah," Flaca nodded again, alert.

Maritza looked. Oh fuck it.

She took a step ahead, got on her tiptoes and gave the tall girl's cheek a long kiss.

They smiled at each other.

"Bye Flaca." She started moving backwards.

"Bye Maritza," she said softly and followed her with her gaze.

She was almost at the exit, and turned to look again for an instant.

Fuck it.

Flaca ran to her; she stopped, smiled. Bent slowly to her left ear and wet her lips almost against it.

"I can't wait for you to call me Mistress again," she breathed.

Maritza stood like a damn idiot while she took a step back, winked, and left her there with a gaping mouth. She was sooo toast.