Tracy was the only one who was still even slightly concerned.
Harriet, seated next to her, was fully in the moment. She rocked and bobbed her body to the music, low and throbbing in the limo. Her moves looked like fifty percent dance, fifty percent posing to show off all her various enticing assets.
Across from them, Jen was even worse. When they’d gotten into the man’s car, she’d been gazing at him hotly. Before long, she was seated as close to him as she could. There was barely a spot between earlobe and ankle where light would’ve shone through between the two of them. Now, she was more or less in his lap, laughing quietly as he talked into her collarbone.
The two of them, in short, weren’t really their usual selves right now. Nobody would buy Harriet as a quiet, keeps-to-herself accounting whiz, or Jen as the ball-busting, efficiency-obsessed project manager that Tracy knew.
And I’m no better, Tracy thought, realizing that the dazed way she stared at Jen and the man didn’t really make her look like the tough, confident professional she thought of herself as.
Summoning up all that sense of self, she leaned forward a little. “Where are we going, again?” Her voice wasn’t nearly the strong, assertive force she’d been hoping for. Oh well. Even speaking up felt like a minor victory.
The man adjusted his gaze, peering around Jen’s head. Jen didn’t bother turning to face Tracy – she seemed to be nibbling on the man’s ear as he spoke. “A friend’s house,” he said. “I have a few… buddies, and I think they’d like to meet you girls.”
Harriet tossed her head in such a way that her hair got in Tracy’s eyes for a sec. She seemed just as uninterested as Jen in the conversation going on.
Tracy tried hard to focus. The man’s tone was so casual and friendly, it made it hard to want to ask more questions. Seemed like it’d be so nice to just space out, like her friends. Everybody was having fun, after all.
So why did she feel like that was such a bad idea?
In her haze, Tracy noticed just how far up Jen’s skirt the man’s hand was. She managed to press out another question. “What was your name? I can’t remember…”
He just smiled. “Drink your champagne,” he said, turning his attention back to Jen.
Tracy smiled. That sounded nice. She took a sip of her drink. It was gooood. She bounced a little, in rhythm with Harriet. What had she just been thinking about?
A few moments passed. The limo drove on, through the night. Tracy had no idea where they were. How long had they been driving?
Actually, come to think of it, why’d they get in this car in the first place?
She looked at the man, whose hand was now moving rhythmically under Jen’s skirt. Jen was mewling, squirming in his lap, kissing him ardently.
“Um,” Tracy said, “I don’t remember how we got here. I mean, we were at that bar, and… you came up to us, and-”
“That’s enough questions now, honeypie,” the man said, pinning her with a look. Tracy – honeypie – looked back, and felt something inside her wilt away. She nodded, smiled, and sipped more champagne.
“When we get to where we’re going, you’re going to entertain my friends very nicely, right girls?” All three girls nodded in sync, empty smiles on their faces. “They’ve paid well for the privilege. So you’re going to give them the night of their lives. Aren’t you?”
Jen could only whimper and moan an affirmative. Harriet nodded eagerly, still dancing and wriggling.
And honeypie smiled bright, leaned in. “Uh huh!” she said. It sounded so fun! This was the best night ever!
“Good girls,” he said.