IX
(Twenty-seven minutes to impact)
They'd fallen on each other in the toilet.
Her breath heavy with passion, Ana closed her eyes as Dijana's tongue slid from her earlobe down toward her neck.
She shivered, and a moist warmth spread between her legs.
Every brake was giving way as she surrendered hungrily to the touches and kisses.
She was losing control over her own reactions, and that brought her back to her senses.
Breathing hard, she forced her eyes open and gently pushed Dijana's head away from her chest.
With parted, hungry lips crying out to be kissed, Dijana gave her a look that radiated a question.
Still breathing hard, Ana silently indicated with her eyes the darkened corner of the toilet and the old metal box of an ancient speaker that had once been meant as a P.A. system.
Through the metal grille a small red light was visible.
The camera that pervert Tomi had installed.
Ana didn't want to give him the satisfaction of watching her and masturbating to her fooling around with Dijana.
Besides, a toilet was fine for making out, but it wasn't a place where Ana would make love.
Dijana noticed the light and flushed with anger.
"Some idiot's filming?" she raised her voice.
"Idiot? I wouldn't say that — pervert is more like it," Ana huffed, buttoning her blouse.
"Do you know who's doing it?" Dijana asked her.
"Yes. I know that moron, to my great regret."
Dijana thought for a moment, but decided not to pursue the argument. She turned to the mirror to fix the makeup that had smudged while she was in a passionate clinch with Ana.
Ana watched the girl. A small head on a regally long neck, and brown hair fashionably shaved on the left side and let down to the earlobe on the other.
She studied her extraordinarily attractive face in the mirror above the sink.
An upturned nose with a small piercing and even lips that would stretch into a dazzling smile when she laughed.
A high forehead that would bear no wrinkle, not even in old age — the girl was in the flower of youth.
The body of Aphrodite, with gorgeous hourglass curves.
And the fingers — oh, Ana shivered — long, slender fingers that worked wonders on Ana's body.
She was just applying a new coat of mascara to the long lashes behind which crouched two emeralds.
Her gaze was hypnotic, radiating an animal strength.
Intelligent, and she had experience with girls.
Dijana caught Ana's gaze in the mirror and blew her a kiss.
She was six years younger than Ana and showed it in the wild passion with which she was conquering the older girl.
While Ana skillfully led the conversation during their introduction, she would explore.
She'd run her fingers over the girl's arm, listening closely.
It amused her how the other would shiver at the touch.
That red-haired beauty had a body just made for licking, like ice cream now melting under her restless fingers.
She'd been in love from the very first sound of Ana's voice and didn't want to waste too long playing games of seduction.
She quickly asked her to dance, and the two headed for the exit and toward the zone that had traded the fierce guitar riffs for light pop tunes you could dance to nicely.
She initiated the kiss on the very first dance, when she pulled Ana firmly against herself.
Both girls lost themselves in passionate outpourings of tenderness as they circled slowly around the stage, bodies pressed together.
Passion carried them away so completely that for them the world ceased to exist.
They were in their own bubble, unaware of the people and the space.
There existed only the two of them, probing hands and hungry lips.
And so they'd found themselves in the toilet, until Ana stopped.
"Shall we get something to drink?" Ana stepped up to the mirror and inspected her makeup.
"Sure." Dijana was finishing with her lipstick and wiped a tiny imperfection off her lip with a finger.
Having fixed her makeup and shot a meaningful look at Dijana, Ana and Dijana came out of the toilet.
As the door swung shut, it blocked the view of the suddenly lit red light beside the speaker, where the hidden camera went on filming.
After a moment, the light began blinking at even intervals, and the girls who had just walked into the toilet assumed the flickering was just another one of the light effects.
In the round lobby, dead center, the freight elevator slowly began to rise, carrying an embracing couple who kissed passionately, toward the floors above.
Assuming a new batch of guests was on the way, the guards set up the safety railing that would keep people from the gleaming hydraulics of the metal column and the elevator's sliding tracks.
No one paid attention, because there was too much organized chaos all around as people switched halls or simply danced throughout the space.
The elevator climbed laboriously and finally reached the entrance level, where, with a creak, it came to a stop in the silence of the room.
The only sounds were the passionate sighs of the couple, who headed off into the privacy of the small space beside the entrance and, on the benches meant for workers' rest, passionately began exchanging caresses.