FridayFlash - Fiction
WARNING… Contains Adult Content
Susie was so excited. She’d been asked out on a date by Ross who worked in the office one floor below her. She showered using her White Diamonds shower gel then layered the effect with White Diamonds moisturizer and a squirt of perfume. Grabbing her hair from beside her eyes she twisted it towards the back fastening loosely with a flower clip. She was ready; the reflection looking back was ready for her first ever real date and perhaps her first boyfriend.
Ross arrived 20 minutes late.
‘Boy you sure have some perfume on.’ He said winding his window down while driving. Susie wasn’t sure how to take his comment and wished he’d left the window up, her hair twists were blowing out. Once in the city centre he took her to a café down a dark ally. Susie had never been in this part of town before, everyone wore black, had dreadlocks, and were studded with metal. They sat on cushions at a coffee table with menus. It was a dark, smoky, incense filled, multiple room vegetarian café with beads draped in the doorways and graffiti type pictures around the walls. She looked at the menu horrified at the lack substantial food choices. Ross lit a cigarette. Susie tried not to show her disgust, inside she churned. She was uncomfortable, insecure and awkward.
‘So they tell me you like Madonna,’ she said.
‘Holida-ay,’ she sang.
Ross curled a corner of his lip so she could almost see his teeth, it melted her heart.
‘You could be my lucky sta-ar. Oh yeah and Borderline, you just keep on pushing me to the Borderline,’ she hoped the tune and words were right. Susie’s eyes focused into the menu, her face wouldn’t relax, the corners of her mouth curled towards her cheek bones.
‘You sure like to sing.’ Ross looked through the dangling beads, ‘What do you want to eat?’
‘Ah, I’m not that hungry.’ She closed the menu then sprang back into song. ‘Papa don’t preach, I’m in trouble deep. Cause we are liv-vin in a material world, and I am a material girl, ya know…’
‘Yes, could we please have a plate of toasted pitas and dips to share?’ Ross cut Susie off when he caught the waiter’s attention.
‘What’s your favorite song?’
‘Don’t have a favourite.’
‘What about an album? Her self titled, Like a Virgin,’ Susie realized what she just said and blushed, then rushed on, ‘or um, True Blue, You Can Dance or um Who’s that Girl?’
‘Wow you really are a fan. I guess I got into her stuff when she put out her ‘Sex’ book.’
Susie was silent. What book, I haven’t heard of that, that sounds horrible.
‘You haven’t read it have you?’ he laughed, ‘You can come back after dinner and I’ll show you some of it.’
‘Ah, no thanks.’
‘After I found ‘Sex’, I really got into her music but the more moddern stuff like, Erotica, Bedtime Stories, Immaculate Collection.’
‘I don’t think I like where this is going.’
‘What? I’m answering your question about Madonna’s music.’
‘But you are… just…’
‘Talking a lot about sex and it’s just our first date!’
‘What is it with you? Are you stuck in the 80’s?’
‘No, I’m just a wholesome girl thank you very much and I’ll catch the bus home.’