"Brownie! Over here!" She yelled across the crowded club, waving frantically.
"Cupcake! Long time no see." he said as he mussed her hair before sliding into the booth across from her.
"Yea, right. A whole two days, Dork.."
"Anything interesting?" He inquired as the waitress approached.
"Besides this sweet little number?"
He looked at the waitress standing at the tables edge. She was maybe five feet tall, toothpick skinny, cute face with angular features and bottle blonde hair pulled into a pony tail, no more than an A-cup and bony hips. She wore a teal uniform polo shirt and black yoga pants. She smiled slightly at the comment. "Can I get you something to drink? We have domestic draft on special for three dollars."
"How 'bout a top-shelf margarita on the rocks, extra shot of Grand Marnier. And an order of pretzel sticks with beer cheese."
"Salt?" The waitress asked. He shot her a glaring look over his glasses. "Of course, Sir. I'll get this right in." and she walked away.
"Not our type. But she has a cute wiggle."
"Going high dollar tonight? What's the occasion?" she asked, ignoring his last comment. Female and breathing was his type.
"Yea, rough day at the shop. Not gonna talk business here. So let's check the place out. I really need some action tonight."
"So what are you thinking? Find some college chick and ruin her faith in humanity?"
"Sounds good. Let's see what we can find. I'd hate to be stuck with you all night." He cracked a grin and she flipped him off as the waitress set down his drink.
"Your pretzels will be up shortly. Anything else I can get you?"
"Need anything, Cupcake?" She shook her head no. "We're good thanks."
Cupcake and Brownie were friends that worked together to find women. Originally employed at the same company, Brownie had opened a restaurant and hired Cupcake as his bar manager. Not a committed couple, the pair had gotten together for serious sex on many occasions. Cupcake was female, 32, five foot two, very curvy, and bisexual. She kept her hair short, shaved on the sides and dressed in jeans and t-shirts. She has a set of 38C tits that she hid under sports bras and usually wore men's boxers. She had rainbow flames tattooed on one arm, tribal bands on the other, a silver ring in the left corner of her lip and a pierced tongue. You would definitely call her butch.
Brownie was six foot, 45, a little over weight with a shaved head and a Van Dyke beard. It had gone completely gray but he colored it to its original reddish brown. He was attracted exclusively to women but would allow other men in the room if the situation was right. He dressed the part of a small businessman, mostly polo or button up shirts and khakis, but tonight he wore jeans with cowboy boots. They had one thing in common, an obsession with sex. They made almost weekly quests to the bars in Tempe looking for suitable prey, usually college girls from ASU or even better, their sexually frustrated mothers. Sometimes they worked as wing men, helping the other one score, but most of the time they hunted as a pair, planning on enjoying their prey together.
"Target acquired!" Cupcake said, interrupting Brownie's concentration on his potent drink. "Eight o'clock. Table of five."
Brownie turned in the booth and looked over his left shoulder."Got to be the redhead. You're too predictable. You sure she's alone? Like that would stop you."
"Of course the redhead and yes, she's alone. I've been watching her since you got here. No one has come up to her and she isn't really into the conversation with the other two couples."
"What you gonna do? Run the old number six on her?" There was not a set plan called number six. He said it just to poke some fun at her.
"Sure. Sounds good." She went along with the joke. "I'll be back in a bit. Just be ready to pay for a few more drinks." She slid out of the booth and almost collided with the waitress bringing the pretzels.
"Easy Speedy!" he chuckled. She shot him a "fuck you" look over her shoulder and made her way to the bar.
Cupcake was in her element now. She could play a chick, straight or not, and get even the most stuck up bitch out of a bar with just a few words. She ordered two Coronas, thew the bartender a ten and headed to the table. She eased up beside the redhead, held the beer in front of her and said, "Want some better conversation?" Then she took a big swallow of her own beer.
She knew now that she had chosen well. The girl was in her early twenties with thick natural red hair cascading over her shoulders. Freckles covered her face and upper chest leading to two large creamy white beasts crammed into a push-up bra that was a size too small. She was a bigger girl, not fat but built like a swimmer with wide shoulders and narrower hips. Her black leggings hinted at strong thighs and her ample ass showed no panty lines.
Cupcake's unexpected approach caught the redhead off guard. She hesitantly took the beer, looked at Cupcake, then took a small sip. "Sure," she said, then turned to her friends, "I'll be back."
"No you won't." Cupcake thought to herself. "Got a booth over here, Sweetie. Come on." She took the redhead's hand and lead her across the floor. "Call me Cupcake."
"I'm Jessica... er...you can call me Jess."
Brownie watched the whole thing from his seat and shook his head. He never understood how she did it, but she never failed. The worst he had seen was the night that it took two attempts to pick a chick up. " Brownie, this is Jess. Jess...Brownie" He extended his hand and she reached forward with hers. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. "He thinks he's smooth. Have a seat." She said as she slid into the booth. Jess slid in beside her.
"Here by yourself tonight, Honey? Well, other than your friends?" Brownie inquired.
"Yea. I go out with them but always feel like I'm extra baggage and they are just trying to be nice to me."
"Oh you poor thing. No one special in your life?" Cupcake asked as she put her hand on Jess' knee.
