"Look up"
The murmurs and movement surrounding me could not be seen from the corner of my squinting eye. My neck hurt. It had been hurting for over five minutes now. But, besides that, my body did too. I had noticed a persistent feeling, starting from between my thighs, snaking to my belly, gently stopping by my breasts but never touching them, only for the feeling to drop and end up deep inside me. I was a twenty-four-year-old woman. There wasn't enough time to question what this feeling was and furthermore my mind and actually, my body alone, couldn't understand why this feeling hadn't been quenched many years before.
I could only trace it back to Gray's party when I was eighteen and I walked into a bedroom in the house to find Relia having sex. I stood in the doorway in awe. It was nothing like the movies had shown. His hands were wrapped around her waist like she was a life jacket and what they were doing was an oncoming wave ready to pull him beneath. And the noises that came from her mouth? I had heard her speak many times before, heard her scream, but this was primal. Her groans and moans made my legs weak. I had stood in that doorway for almost two minutes but it felt like eternity. She was on top of him, and he was sat up just enough so he could see her face. Her nails were pressed into his back, with her other hand wrapped around his neck. It seemed scientifically impossible that two people could be connected in that way. I could feel that what they had done wasn't enough, they wanted each other in a way that not even a 2 am fuck could extinguish. Then he did something I was not expecting; As they uncurled from each other, seeming breathless, she let herself fall back, her legs slightly apart. He slowly got down to his knees and placed his head between her thighs. I tried to focus, to squint the darkness in the room away and invite the light from the small lamp to illuminate the act. I thought they were looking at me, so I moved from the crack of the doorway, just before I heard the whisper of Relia into the quiet dark room.
"Your tongue feels so good"
I was back, back in the room, back in my room, the room where I am at work, twenty-four, horny, back sitting on a chair with my neck hurting, back being ordered to look up and have pictures taken of me. The feeling between my legs hadn't gone, it had gotten stronger. I clamped my legs together. Everyone around me became like me, hungry, distracted, turned on. The desk where materials were being critically discussed was no longer that. There I was bent over, my knickers shifted to the side and made to feel good. JC, my colleague, was no longer that. Instead, our lips combined our tongues, dancing, with my fingers in her knickers rubbing her clit, her asking me how good it felt to have someone inside me.
"Were done, guys. We have the shots, great work everyone"
I stood, rolling my neck whilst people packed up swiftly, one by one leaving the room. A minute later, it was like they were never there. My job was done. I had modelled this elusive necklace they had wanted and all I wanted to do was to go home and imagine, imagine hands around my waist, fingers pressed into my skin, tongues pushing into parts of me I wasn't aware could feel.
"Where do I put this"
I looked straight ahead, properly. It was an intern, who, like an intern eager to please, had stayed behind to ensure all equipment was away. I looked at the item he had in his hand, dangling violently closely next to his crotch. I tilted my head and looked again, my eyes scanning his lower half. His fitted trousers hid nothing. If he wasn't turned on, he was causing problems for the women in his life. His eyes were eating me, and had this been something that was physically possible, I knew only my clothes would be on the floor at this moment. He looked at me in a way I had never been looked at before, like he knew that the feeling between my thighs had been ravenous—how no device had quenched that thirst, no erotic book, no naughty video, nothing.