Reading: "Manifest the Antithetic" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025)
“I
have a date”
“Well, if he don’t
show. You can have the two of us,” Cain says in a joking manner,
as the other man nods.
Christina looks at the
wedding rings on both of their right fingers. “Like I said
earlier, to your friend. Maybe.”
“Have a good night
Christina.”
Christina stands, pushing
in the chair as the two men enter one of the foyer lifts.
She checks her wrist watch
seeing that it is nearly Ten Thirty PM, lifting her small hand bag
form the back of the chair, she walks towards the toilets near the
foyer area.
Entering he toilet, leaning
against the door she closes her eyes and lets out a sigh.
“All those fucking
numbers, and all
fucking
day…”
Walking
towards one of the cubicles,
she closes the door, hanging her handbag onto the inside clothing
hook she opens the bag with both of her hands, taking out a small
fold out mirror and vial of cocaine. Opening the mirror, sliding out
the small metallic tube, which is attached within its bracket, she
careful spreads out a line of coke onto the mirror, placing the tube
into her right nostril, she quietly draws up a line of the white
powder. Leaning her head back, inhaling the residual. The effect is
immediate.
“...I needed that...”
Attaching the lid to the vial, reinserting the tube, she runs her
index finger onto the mirror, gathering up the particles of coke
left, placing the same finger into her
mouth,
she licks off the remaining amounts coke. Snapping the mirror shut.
With her right hand, she drops them both into her handbag, pulling
down her skirt and taking
off underwear, she sits down half naked onto the toilet. As steady
flow of urine is expelled. Flushing, Christina pulls off several
pieces of toilet paper, in a downward manner, she wipes herself,
reaching into her handbag she takes out an unworn pair of black lace
underwear, with her left hand leaning against the toilet cubical
wall, she angles herself pulling up her knickers, ensuring that they
contour around her vulva and behind. Pulling up her
skirt, whilst tucking in her skirt. “...and I, very much need a
fuck tonight.” Christina says quietly to herself, lifting off the
handbag from the hanger, walking towards the bathroom area mirrors,
while looking at herself, she begins to wash her hands, checking her
finger nails. “Acceptable”, she says to herself, as the nail
polish hasn’t chipped and they have been shaped neatly.
Exiting the bathroom area
of the brokerage firm, making her way to the elevators. Tapping the
ground button repeatedly with her right index finger, she looks at
her reflection again via the clouded mirrored outer lift doors, as
the
doors suddenly open. Stepping into the lift, she taps the ground
button once more, smiling as the sounds of a jazz track are heard
in the background. The lift begins to descend. “I love fucking
to jazz.”
With her handbag slung
across her right shoulder, she reaches into her bag and takes out a
card, with an an image of a man, from the neck down, wearing various
chains, his hairy chest exposed, with the letters,
“A
R E A”
written
across the top, beneath the title an image of a large cream cake,
with the following dialogue in a mock conversation.
“You
love food”
“You
love sex”
“Well,
it’s better than food”
Beneath the dialogue is
photo of a couple having sex in a missionary position, with the man’s
face blanked out with a small black square.
Christina checks the
address of the nightclub, noting that it is One Hundred and Fifty
Seven Hudson Street, studying the card in detail, she reads the small
printed sentence at the bottom of the card.
“Does
he know?”
Placing the invite card
back into her bag, as the lift doors open onto the main building
foyer, she walks quickly towards the revolving door to Park Avenue.
Nope,‘cause
I ain’t married.
She thinks to
herself, peering out through the foyer doors, seeing if there are any
cabs parked nearby.___
Reading: "Manifest the Antithetic" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025)
“I
have a date”
“Well, if he don’t show. You can have the two of us,” Cain says in a joking manner, as the other man nods.
Christina looks at the wedding rings on both of their right fingers. “Like I said earlier, to your friend. Maybe.”
“Have a good night Christina.”
Christina stands, pushing in the chair as the two men enter one of the foyer lifts.
She checks her wrist watch seeing that it is nearly Ten Thirty PM, lifting her small hand bag form the back of the chair, she walks towards the toilets near the foyer area.
Entering he toilet, leaning against the door she closes her eyes and lets out a sigh.
“All those fucking numbers, and all fucking day…” Walking towards one of the cubicles, she closes the door, hanging her handbag onto the inside clothing hook she opens the bag with both of her hands, taking out a small fold out mirror and vial of cocaine. Opening the mirror, sliding out the small metallic tube, which is attached within its bracket, she careful spreads out a line of coke onto the mirror, placing the tube into her right nostril, she quietly draws up a line of the white powder. Leaning her head back, inhaling the residual. The effect is immediate.
“...I needed that...” Attaching the lid to the vial, reinserting the tube, she runs her index finger onto the mirror, gathering up the particles of coke left, placing the same finger into her mouth, she licks off the remaining amounts coke. Snapping the mirror shut. With her right hand, she drops them both into her handbag, pulling down her skirt and taking off underwear, she sits down half naked onto the toilet. As steady flow of urine is expelled. Flushing, Christina pulls off several pieces of toilet paper, in a downward manner, she wipes herself, reaching into her handbag she takes out an unworn pair of black lace underwear, with her left hand leaning against the toilet cubical wall, she angles herself pulling up her knickers, ensuring that they contour around her vulva and behind. Pulling up her skirt, whilst tucking in her skirt. “...and I, very much need a fuck tonight.” Christina says quietly to herself, lifting off the handbag from the hanger, walking towards the bathroom area mirrors, while looking at herself, she begins to wash her hands, checking her finger nails. “Acceptable”, she says to herself, as the nail polish hasn’t chipped and they have been shaped neatly.
Exiting the bathroom area of the brokerage firm, making her way to the elevators. Tapping the ground button repeatedly with her right index finger, she looks at her reflection again via the clouded mirrored outer lift doors, as the doors suddenly open. Stepping into the lift, she taps the ground button once more, smiling as the sounds of a jazz track are heard in the background. The lift begins to descend. “I love fucking to jazz.”
With her handbag slung across her right shoulder, she reaches into her bag and takes out a card, with an an image of a man, from the neck down, wearing various chains, his hairy chest exposed, with the letters, “A R E A” written across the top, beneath the title an image of a large cream cake, with the following dialogue in a mock conversation.
“You love food”
“You love sex”
“Well, it’s better than food”
Beneath the dialogue is photo of a couple having sex in a missionary position, with the man’s face blanked out with a small black square.
Christina checks the address of the nightclub, noting that it is One Hundred and Fifty Seven Hudson Street, studying the card in detail, she reads the small printed sentence at the bottom of the card.
“Does he know?”
Placing the invite card back into her bag, as the lift doors open onto the main building foyer, she walks quickly towards the revolving door to Park Avenue.
Nope,‘cause I ain’t married. She thinks to herself, peering out through the foyer doors, seeing if there are any cabs parked nearby.
“Well, if he don’t show. You can have the two of us,” Cain says in a joking manner, as the other man nods.
Christina looks at the wedding rings on both of their right fingers. “Like I said earlier, to your friend. Maybe.”
“Have a good night Christina.”
Christina stands, pushing in the chair as the two men enter one of the foyer lifts.
She checks her wrist watch seeing that it is nearly Ten Thirty PM, lifting her small hand bag form the back of the chair, she walks towards the toilets near the foyer area.
Entering he toilet, leaning against the door she closes her eyes and lets out a sigh.
“All those fucking numbers, and all fucking day…” Walking towards one of the cubicles, she closes the door, hanging her handbag onto the inside clothing hook she opens the bag with both of her hands, taking out a small fold out mirror and vial of cocaine. Opening the mirror, sliding out the small metallic tube, which is attached within its bracket, she careful spreads out a line of coke onto the mirror, placing the tube into her right nostril, she quietly draws up a line of the white powder. Leaning her head back, inhaling the residual. The effect is immediate.
“...I needed that...” Attaching the lid to the vial, reinserting the tube, she runs her index finger onto the mirror, gathering up the particles of coke left, placing the same finger into her mouth, she licks off the remaining amounts coke. Snapping the mirror shut. With her right hand, she drops them both into her handbag, pulling down her skirt and taking off underwear, she sits down half naked onto the toilet. As steady flow of urine is expelled. Flushing, Christina pulls off several pieces of toilet paper, in a downward manner, she wipes herself, reaching into her handbag she takes out an unworn pair of black lace underwear, with her left hand leaning against the toilet cubical wall, she angles herself pulling up her knickers, ensuring that they contour around her vulva and behind. Pulling up her skirt, whilst tucking in her skirt. “...and I, very much need a fuck tonight.” Christina says quietly to herself, lifting off the handbag from the hanger, walking towards the bathroom area mirrors, while looking at herself, she begins to wash her hands, checking her finger nails. “Acceptable”, she says to herself, as the nail polish hasn’t chipped and they have been shaped neatly.
Exiting the bathroom area of the brokerage firm, making her way to the elevators. Tapping the ground button repeatedly with her right index finger, she looks at her reflection again via the clouded mirrored outer lift doors, as the doors suddenly open. Stepping into the lift, she taps the ground button once more, smiling as the sounds of a jazz track are heard in the background. The lift begins to descend. “I love fucking to jazz.”
With her handbag slung across her right shoulder, she reaches into her bag and takes out a card, with an an image of a man, from the neck down, wearing various chains, his hairy chest exposed, with the letters, “A R E A” written across the top, beneath the title an image of a large cream cake, with the following dialogue in a mock conversation.
“You love food”
“You love sex”
“Well, it’s better than food”
Beneath the dialogue is photo of a couple having sex in a missionary position, with the man’s face blanked out with a small black square.
Christina checks the address of the nightclub, noting that it is One Hundred and Fifty Seven Hudson Street, studying the card in detail, she reads the small printed sentence at the bottom of the card.
“Does he know?”
Placing the invite card back into her bag, as the lift doors open onto the main building foyer, she walks quickly towards the revolving door to Park Avenue.
Nope,‘cause I ain’t married. She thinks to herself, peering out through the foyer doors, seeing if there are any cabs parked nearby.
___
Reading: "Manifest the Antithetic" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025)
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