Man, he hated being on the road. Living out of a motel room for a week at a time. Eating at diners, and wandering the town after dark without knowing where he was going. He was a professional in management and planning. His employer sent him out of town four times a years to conduct seminars. Yes he was a young hot shot in the business, 26 years old and pulling down real money. But he was a man of the people. Didn't like the white collar world or the elitists who populated it. But money talks and he had plans to retire by the age of 30.
His name was Solomon and this night he was wondering around Seattle, when he saw a bar that didn't look too seedy. He liked to watch people, so in he went. He sat down at the bar, ordered a beer, and checked the place out slowly. There were a couple of working class guys, playing pool, and a mixture of older and younger couples. The jukebox was playing the same old mindless shit you hear in every bar. He couldn't help but notice a tall dark haired woman sitting around the corner of an L shaped bar. She was wearing a checked western shirt with peril buttons. He didn't believe in hitting on women. They had a right to have a drink in peace just like everybody else. As his eyes wondered around the bar, they kept coming back to her. He tried not to stare but he liked to watch people and she was the most interesting person there. He noticed she had a shot glass in front of her. She motioned to the bartender.
"Max, another tequila."
Solomon just lowered his head and looked down at the bar.
"What's your problem, white boy?" she said.
"Nothing" he replied, "and you don't know me well enough to call me 'white boy'. But I have a weakness for tequila and you are making me envious."
"Buy one for yourself" she made the obvious reply.
"I don't drink alone as a habit." Let's see what happens now.
"If you have enough cash for two, you can come over here and drink with me."
" My credit is good" came the smart-assed answer.
"Max, make it 2."
Drinks in hand, they clicked glasses and belted down the shots. There was the usual level of "getting to know you" talk. It was more like "sizing you up" talk though. She had penetrating eyes and they were trained on him. He told the story of the motel, and the management seminars. She drove a truck and threw her last old man out because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants.
They finished their third shot when she said " I've gotta pee. Walk me to the potty so I don't get mugged."
As they walk down the hallway to the john, she turned on him quickly and kissed him hard on the mouth. Just as quickly her hand went down to his crotch and grabbed him roughly.
"Do you know how much bullshit a girl hears from guys like you? Now I want you to tell me the truth, the job, the motel, the ex-wife, is all of that true?"
She squeezed his ball harder for emphasis. He had his hands on either side of her leaning on the wall like a police search and trying to keep his breathing regular. You can't show pain when being interrogated by a woman who has your balls in her hand.
"All true, every word." he hissed, and she let him go.
"Pay the tab and meet me outside." she practically ordered him, and he followed those instructions.