Short Story

Peppermint Twist

This is a little piece I wrote a few years ago
for Christmas Eve. Some of you read it back
then. I reworked it for New Year’s Eve and I
like it better than the original. Hope you do, too.

© Kevin @ No Theme Thursday

I had been making eye contact all night with the ridiculously gorgeous bartender at my New Year’s Eve party so I was pleased to see her lingering behind after the last guest left. I was captivated by this amazing looking creature. Lustrous dark hair framed her perfect face and caressed her shoulders. Her skin was radiant with a glowing tan and her lips were full, revealing sparkling teeth when she smiled. But the most striking feature was her eyes – piercing crystal blue.

She wore high heeled sandals and a short dress of gossamer silver lamé – spaghetti straps, low-scooped neckline and backless – leaving no doubt she was without bra or panties. She was innately arousing and bewitching.

This was my first New Year’s Eve party since my divorce. My ex got our Miami condo and I got our Manhattan apartment. Truthfully, I much prefer the holidays in NY; Miami’s just too damn hot.

I made sure everything was perfect – the food, the booze, the waitstaff and, of course, the bartender. She worked independently and came highly recommended. I could see why. She went by one name – Elise.   

So now here it was around 3:00 AM; Elise and I were alone, the guests and hired help long gone. Sipping my drink, I looked out the window at the twinkling Christmas lights below while Elise finished up at the bar. 

Join me for a nightcap?” I asked.

She smiled, poured herself a Smirnoff Peppermint Twist and joined me at the window. We stood in silence watching the lights reflected in the water, the magic of Manhattan washing over us. Her hair smelled of gardenias and I impulsively reached out to caress the silken tresses. She leaned into me and I buried my face in her hair, inhaling the intoxicating aroma. 

She turned to me and I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumb slowly across her parted lips. I kissed her deeply, delighting in the sweet taste of peppermint. We stared silently into each other’s eyes as she took a step back. Slowly she slid her fingers under the straps of her dress. I watched, mesmerized, as the shimmering fabric slid to the floor like a wounded butterfly. 

She stood motionless, the amber light from the bar casting provocative shadows across her body. She was exquisite. Stepping over her discarded dress, Elise slowly walked toward me. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the sofa. She was delicious, insatiable .… like nothing I’d ever experienced. 

Later, I reluctantly got up from the sofa and went to the bar to refill our drinks. Just then I felt a searing pain in my head and collapsed, catching a fleeting glimpse of silver before passing out. When I finally came to, I had a blinding headache …. obviously courtesy of the broken vodka bottle on the floor …. my wallet and Rolex were gone and my wall safe was empty. 

That sexy little bitch had pulled off the perfect heist. Happy Fucking New Year to me! 

NAR©2018/2022/2024

This is “What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?” by Postmodern Jukebox featuring Rayvon Owen and Olivia Kuper Harris

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41 thoughts on “Peppermint Twist”

  1. Woah, such a fascinating tale, Nancy. I have to swear I have missed your stories. Now I hope to read them more this year. This lady Elise was such such a charming demoness! In my area, we say the narrator got the kind who had already gotten him. I love that sharp twist at the end.

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