fff touchback?

unintentional- i just wrote what the current flash fiction friday starter brought to mind, and it seems to have come somewhat inspired by the recent bathing beatitude.
big-up jj for continuing to inspire.

“3.. 2.. 1..”
she rolled her eyes to herself, then grimaced in the direction of the cameraman to meet the predictable coming-on-cue. she swore up+down to friends, fans, freaks+weirdos who questioned the possible truth of the myth, he just did it to show up his coworkers.
she rolled away and made sure she’d be heard above the awed congratulations of interns,
“ugh. thank god, 'cause he sure was getting on my last nerve…couldn’t stand another minute of that inept fumbling…”
she made a show of picking a pube from her still-cherry-red mouth, and wrinkled her nose again, more delicately this time, now damning him with faint praise – she’d always liked that expression and employed it wherever possible.
her exit line was,
“damn – we’d all appreciate coming on cue a lot more if there was any kinda control. you’re always late for your next shoot after this inconsiderate asshole.”
she went back to get cleaned up, then remembered who she was meeting, and gathered up herself to go home instead – she needed the full soak+rinse before the imminent s+m encounter.
18minutes later she screeched around the corner and pulled up short in her driveway. she wanted to be in the tub instantaneously, warm water gently pressuring her orifices…
she unlocked the door with one hand while unzipping her denim mini with the other.
as she squeezed her way in the narrowly-cracked doorway the cat still managed to streak by her on its way to the opposite-neighbour’s pussy, but this time, he was on his own – and should the tail be worth the street-crossing, more power to him – she was getting wet.
she stepped out of skirt+heels in 3 quick strides, dropped her keys+purse on the end table on the way through the living room and had her halter-top up+over her head by the time she reached the bedroom.
she grabbed oscar from his pedestal and kept moving through to the bathroom.
90seconds later she sat on the edge of the tub, one hand wriggling lazily in the stream of hot water slowly raising the water-level and fogging up the mirror, and the other wriggling not-so-lazily between her thighs.
a sudden thought made her reach over to the corner of the tub for oscar. she flicked the little switch, and her almost-dismay was relieved by the familiar buzzing.
she smiled for real for the first time that day.
the tub was almost ready.
lunch with mom would have to wait.

walk good.