Welcome Lift Home
30 May 2008
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A lift home leads Hazel into a new relationship
The taxi pulled away just as Hazel reached the taxi rank. Damn - damn she exclaimed in a fit of temper. Hazel stamped her foot comically, her shoe slamming down into a puddle. Freezing water soaked the arch of her foot and splashe up her legs. Her shoulders dropped
She couldn't stand out here in the rain for who knows how long waiting for another taxi to come, and the alternative was even less appealing - to take her chances among the hundred or so crowd of drunks and idiots at the main taxi rank across from the railway station.
The only other chance was the last bus, though it was the haunt of the weird and the sad drunks like her, but if she hurried Hazel would probably still make it. Pulling her shoulder wrap over her shoulders and hudling down against the rain, she began a half run half walk tottering on her sodden stiletto sandels down the road towards the bus stop. The wind and rain made Hazels nipples stiffen and rub uncomfortably against her blouse rapidly turning transparent in the wet. To make things worse, her bare legs were exposed to top of her thigh, and were stinging as the little drops of ice cold rain whipped againt her legs.
As a car hissed up alongside in a shallow puddle by the kerb, Hazel steeled herself for the lecherous comments, reflexively, she spun round ready to give them a withering comment... Then she realised the looked familiar. The drivers door sprang open, and shock of red hair poked over the roof of the car, sheltered by a protective arm crooked over the head.
"Hazel! shouted a familiar voice, need a lift?" It was Katie - Hazel's colleague from the PR company where she worked as a PA.
Thank you! Hazel shouted back glad to see a familiar face and more welcoming a warm dry car, no second offer was needed as Hazel stepped off the kerb and into the warm dry car. Katie looked wryly over at Hazel as she waited for an opening in the traffic to pull out.
"Good night?" She asked,... Hazel shook her head numbly. She was tired, rather drunk, and very cold, telling her saviour the night had pretty much been a disaster - what with losing track of half her friends in a nightclub, failing to pull despite wearing her best shoes, sexiest underwear and shortest skirt, and then ending up up to the ankles in cold water. Now she was tired. Feeling very sorry for herself Hazel failed to notice Katie's gaze lingering on her.
"You look done in," Katie finally exclaimed... "Bad night. Thanks a lot. For the lift," mumbled Hazel, half to herself. The car was oppressively warm, and for all she was pleased to see Katie, and grateful for the lift, it was takeing her all her time to stop from hanging her head forward in a drunken slumber. Katie laughed happily at her companion, as the passing streetlights panning alternate yellow and black across her face.
"No worries, Hazel. Take it easy. Good job I came along when I did, eh? And dressed like that too!" She took a hand off the steering wheel to run aher fingers over Hazel's exposed thigh. Hazel drunken and unladylike, was sat with her legs were sprawled apart. She mumbled. Sleep was getting the better of her. The rhythmic flicking of the streetlights, the gentle stream of warm air on her face and legs... the softly purring engine... all were lulling her further away from wakefulness.She snapped her head up and looked across at Katie before sagging back to sleep. Katie though looked back with an expression that betrayed her lustful thoughts.
When Hazel started to drift back wake everywhere was pitch black. She lay in soft bedding. Her mouth felt dry - her tongue like sandpaper clung to the roof of her mouth . Her hair was stiff the pillow was damp beneath. She moaned and propped herself onto one elbow trying to recall how she had managed to get home. Something though was odd about the room though. Was she in bed the wrong way - surely the door should be over to the left, but was it the door.. There was a pale outline coming into focus as if a light was on outside. Yes - definitely the door.
Hazel rolled herself further, trying to get upright despite her spinning head. it was then, she realised that there was bare skin next to her own. She withdrew instinctively. paniking somewhat Hazel thought where the fuck am I.
Heart thumping, she tried to piece together what had happened. She'd lost Sue and Michelle, then that guy had bought her a drink before going off with a half naked blonde - and then there was the taxi rank...
She put her hand to her throat as she thought and with a shock realised she was naked. She always slept in a t-shirt and knickers. There was certainly no t-shirt. And nothing down below either. What was this? She could feel the pressure of the other side of the mattress being depressed as the other person in the bed rolled over.
