The company I had been working for had laid me off a few weeks before. My buddy Jack was still in school and was also working at a Mexican restaurant. I hadn't had any luck finding another job which let me write at the same time so I let him convince me to get a job there. I was only 25. Not too old to start waiting again and there might be some hot girls working too.
There were. But none of them really clicked. But I really liked one of the managers, Gina. She was 27, blonde, short, real good looking and more then a little wild. But I figured she didn't see me as her type.
One lunch shift, Jack and I were joking by the food window with one of the waitresses, Carrie. We were telling her about our porno collections and how much use they got.
"Is that all you do?" she asked.
"What else should I do?" I replied, "It helps me sleep."
"I think it's gross," she said.
"You're just not watching the right ones."
"I guess," she answered, "it just doesn't turn me on."
"I bet you don't give head either."
"Fuck that shit. It's all about me."
"Fucking women," I said to Jack.
"Perverts," Carrie said and walked off.
"You'd be more relaxed if you masturbated once in a while," I called after her. I turned around only to see Jack giving me the "cool it" sign.
Gina was right behind us. "Fuck!" I thought.
Jack walked off. Gina didn't say anything.
Later, at the bar, Gina nonchalantly walked over to me as I was doing my checkout.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey," I said, trying not to lose count.
"Ummm...do you watch a lot of porno?" she asked quietly, looking around.
"Where is this going?"
"Just curious. You know? Why you guys like it?"
"Man, I don't know. If I have to explain, you'll never get it."
"Oh." She seemed a little timid, which wasn't like her.
"Listen, if you really want to know, I'll lend you one. Just ask." I immediately regretted it when I said it.
"Really?" She seemed interested.
"Call about it. But let's not discuss it here," I said, knowing that was one conversation we'd never have.
But two weeks later, on my Sunday night off, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey."
"Who is this"
"Gina. From work."
"What's up, Gina from work?"
"Remember our talk? About..."
"Porn?" Suddenly I was interested.
'Yeah, well my boyfriend is out of town and I really didn't want to have to go rent-"
"Alright Hon, here's how you get to my apartment-"
"Wait. Will anyone else, you know, be there?"
"Roommates are gone. And I won't tell if you won't"
An hour later, Gina was at my front door. Baby tee, hair in a tail, too cute. "Great," I thought, "and I'm about to relinquish my porno. What I am I going to stroke to?"
I had three tapes out. "Here's some Vivid stuff. Has like a story. Well, kind of, anyway. And these other two are gonzo. A little more hardcore but really hot."
"Which can I have?"
"Take all three."
"But which will I like?"
I popped one in the VCR. Nikki Tyler was getting it from behind.
"See? Kind of creamy. Soft focus."
I started to turn it off.
"WAIT!" she yelled. I looked up at her. We were both kind of surprised.
She was fixated. I couldn't believe it.
"You can watch it at home," I said.
"Yeah..." Her eyes were glazed over.
"Gina?"
"Hmmm...yeah..." Gina eyes never left the screen.
"Gina."
"Could we...um..."
