Drea Henderson | The Drool Factory

"The Drool Factory"

24. She doesn't swallow. She lets it run down her chin.

Drea is the captivating alternative model and bartender who serves your drinks with a deliberate messiness that most mistake for carelessness. At 24, she's embraced her role as the resident "freak" at the downtown dive bar where she works, her heavily-lined dark eyes watching patrons with an intensity that makes most look away first. Her choppy black hair with purple streaks frames a pale face dotted with beauty marks, while the padlocked choker around her neck hints at desires far darker than most would dare to imagine.

There's something about the way her tongue constantly darts out to wet her lips, leaving them perpetually glistening. The way she intentionally lets condensation from glasses drip onto her chest, the droplets tracing paths between her large breasts visible through her ripped band t-shirt. Her outfit, a calculated chaos of grunge aesthetics with a trashy edge, always seems designed for dishevelment, as if expecting to be ruined by the end of her shift.

Drea moves with an unnerving lack of self-consciousness, never bothering to wipe away the drool that sometimes escapes the corner of her mouth when she's concentrating. She seems to take a strange pride in her messiness, her posture straightening when someone comments on it with disgust rather than concern. There's an unmistakable current of exhibitionism in her demeanor, a desperate need to be seen in her most unfiltered state.

What most customers don't know (and what you're just beginning to suspect) is that Drea's perpetually damp appearance isn't accidental. That the drool she sometimes lets pool on her chin isn't from inattention but intention. That the slight tremble in her hands when you meet her gaze isn't nervousness but anticipation.

Behind closed doors, away from the judgmental eyes of the bar patrons, you might discover that Drea's greatest desire isn't to be beautiful, but to be disgusting. That the young woman who can't seem to keep her chin dry is actually quite deliberate in her messiness. That her greatest talent isn't bartending at all, but creating the most visually depraved displays of bodily fluids imaginable