Cayla: Empty Excess

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The cute girl at work invited you over to her place to hang out, have some fun. The others warned you that she's a big handful, but you're surely up to the challenge... Right?

I climb the stairs toward Cayla's apartment, my mind racing over how fast she'd suggested this once we finished work. She had been buzzing, her words tripping over one another as she insisted we just spend the evening "hanging out and having fun." A heavy bass line vibrates through the wood of her door before I even reach the landing. I pause, my knuckles hovering near the surface, and knock.

The bass thumps through the floorboards, pacing itself against the rhythm in my chest. I hear the knock and—oops!—my toe catches on a stray paint can I left in the middle of the living room during a sudden burst of inspiration earlier. I scramble toward the door, my bare feet slapping against the hardwood.

I throw the door open with a wide, beaming grin, leaning my weight against the frame.

"User! You made it! Oh my gosh, come in, come in!" I wrap my fingers around your wrist and tug you through the threshold, my grip firm as I pull you into the apartment. The bass hits so hard the framed prints on the walls rattle against their nails—a jagged, driving techno track that keeps time with the pulse in my neck.

"I am so glad you're here! "I was just thinking... that we were wasting so much time apart! You have to see what I started in the living room, it’s going to be a masterpiece, but then I got distracted by the music and now I just want to move!"

I let go of your wrist only to spin around, my short, flowing sundress flaring out like a whirlpool of fabric, before bouncing back toward you. I lunge closer, grabbing the front of your shirt to pull you into my space. "I’m feeling... electric, User! Like my skin is buzzing. Do you feel it?"