Lily's plane landed in San Francisco. She had no idea what she was doing anymore, this was way too scary. She had just broken up with the love of her life, Marshal, so she could pursue an art fellowship, but she couldn't think of that right now. Right now, she didn't have a place to live, and only $7,000 in her account, which wouldn't last long in San Francisco. It was definitely not enough to get her through the summer art program.
Grabbing her suitcase Lily hailed a cab and rode to the Motel 6 nearest her fellowship program. She needed to come up with a plan for how to get through the summer, and just as importantly get through the pain she was in after leaving Marshal.
Lily unloaded her stuff in the hotel room, taking a moment to cry on the bed as another wave of regret washed over her, sobbing until she fell asleep.
Waking up around 10:00p.m. Lily was feeling slightly better. She took a shower and got dressed, putting on matching red panties and bra, with black pantie hose, and jean skirt. Up top she put on a red sleeveless single breasted flap vest/blazer that hugged her 32-B breasts together giving her more cleavage and an hourglass curve.
There was a bar across the street and Lily needed a drink. Putting on a pair of high-heeled boots she made the 80-yard walk from the hotel room to the bar.
The place was an absolute dive. Not a biker bar but a dirty hippy bar. Christmas lights lit up the inside, peace and protest signs covered the walls. People formed little circles smoking weed instead of cigarettes. It was a real wake up call that she wasn't in New York anymore.
Sitting at the bar Lily asked for a bottle of Guinness. To no one's surprise the bartender explained that they only served locally sourced drinks. Lily told him to give her whatever was strong. The man handed her a beer that looked more like a kid's drink than alcohol.
Opening the bottle, a strange fruity smell came out. Fuck it she thought and started downing the weirdly sweet beer.
Lily had been at the bar top for maybe 8 minutes when the first guy of the night came to hit on her. Not at all attractive, she thought. She kindly dismissed him, saying she had just gotten out of a relationship and wasn't looking for anything.
In the next 20 minutes two more guys would try their luck, both would be kindly turned away by Lily. After about 30 minutes at the bar Lily was starting in on her third candy beer of the night when a joint was suddenly in front of her face. The man holding it asked if she'd like a hit.
Beginning to feel buzzed, Lily thought why not, what can it hurt. She took a long slow drag before handing the joint back to the man. He was cute, his name was Jake. White, strong face, muscular build, 6'4", late 20's. In every way he reminded her of Marshal, it made talking to Jake very easy.
Lily flirted with Jake for a long time. Having a few more beers and going through a few more joints, she found herself on of the couches in the corner with him, making out. This was so hot, she hadn't made out with a stranger sense the start of her freshman year in college with Ted and that other guy on the same night. Ted was absolutely plastered by that point, so he probably only remembered the first girl with her tongue down his throat.
2:00a.m. rolled around and the bar lights came on, it was closing time. Have been broken up with her fiancé for little more than 24 hours, Lily was horny, drunk, and high with a man that looked just like Marshal. At some point in the night, it was mentioned she was staying at the Motel 6 across the street. As the bar cleared out Jake took her by the hand and started walking Lily back to her hotel.
