My alter-ego, a kinky bitch

I've always been categorized as a good girl and a plain jane. Most who meet me would describe me as reserved, shy and pretty forgettable. I don't stick out to anyone, and I like to keep it that way. I have been a model student, bible-study leader, and valuable employee at my job at a call center.

While I coped with everyday life, I dream of going out on the town, and taking some rare time to be alone and "find" myself. I decide to act as an alter ego. She's everything I am not, outgoing, spunky, and sexually liberated. She doesn't have to worry about the pressures of school, the moral obligations of church, or gossip at work.

She usually sits at bars alone, dressed her best. She drinks and moves gently to the music playing. She wears naughty lingerie under a slinky, body-con dress, and designer perfume. I don't own a sexy pair of underwear. She wears her hair down. I never do.

The ego is always seeking out a new sexual adventure. She usually attracts various men, and she experiments. One night she succeeds in luring a beautiful young couple. She makes eye contact with them from the bar, and they invite her to the table for a few drinks and some stimulating conversation. She flirts, gently touching them both. The music and the lighting in the bar are just right. The couple invites her to their home for a night of pleasure.

In the morning, before the couple even awakens, the alter ego leaves until she's needed for the next big adventure. It's early Sunday morning, and I have to get ready for church.