The summer heat was killing Lissette as she walked up Main Street to the library. Her daily routine of job hunting was getting depressing. Wasn't the point of college to make her more employable? She was so lost in thought she walked into a man coming out of a café.
"Oh I am so sorry sir," she said, trying to wipe the coffee off of his perfectly starched white shirt.
"It's no problem. It's dry cleaning day today anyway."
"I feel terrible and it's white too. Ohh. Are you sure the stain will come out?" Lissette never took her eyes off the mess as she patted the spots with a napkin.
"Miss, if you keep touching me I'll have to touch you."
Lissette jumped at his statement. "What? I'm sorry." She looked up realizing just how much taller he was than her. She quickly took in how handsome he was too. His blue eyes and dark hair combo was appealing.
"Don't be sorry. I don't mind the touch, but I'm just letting you know that I
will
reciprocate." Brent's voice was touched with a little teasing but he was serious. The chocolate beauty in front of him was delicious to look at, and he was not going to be shy about expressing his desire.
"Good day to you sir," Lissette said sternly. "And I hope that coffee was hot." She was no longer sorry for spilling it on him.
"It was hot, but not as hot as you're going be when I get my hands on you."
"Dude you are crazy?" The sir was gone, now she just wanted to clout him. Lissette walked off leaving him on the sidewalk.
She was two blocks away from the café waiting for permission to cross from the traffic signal when he pulled up beside her. She did not notice him again as she was caught up fuming at his previous come on.
"Hey, Beautiful. Where are you going?" he called out to her.
Lissette ignored him. Praying for the light to turn green. When it did, he proceeded alongside her trying to get her attention. Finally, she stopped and stared at him.
"What can I do for you?"
"Can I give you a lift?"
"No I'm fine thanks, Mr. Mercedes," Lissette replied noticing the car. A gleaming white, convertible with black and chrome interior.
He laughed at his new nickname. "Okay, suit yourself. But I promise you this. I am going to fuck you. That body of yours is made for riding cock. You maybe embarrassed to hear that, but the truth is the truth."
Lissette stared at the man in the white Merc.
Is he for real?
The way he looked at her told her was.
Brent patted the passenger seat inviting Lissette again. She shook her head in refusal, and walked away. Brent continued driving along side her telling her all the filthy things he wanted to do to her. By the time Lissette was a block from the library he was in her head. She was turned on, but she did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing.
Lissette made her way up the library stairs. Her home away from home. Although she had internet at the house she felt more productive when she was here. Job hunting was time consuming, and at home she got distracted easily. She got to the front desk and asked for the bathroom key. The receptionist looked up at her wondering if she was okay. Lissette was normally more composed, but today she looked flushed and anxious. Ms. Barker surmised that perhaps she just needed to use the bathroom really badly.
Lissette walked into the bathroom and went straight for the sink. She looked at the image staring back at her, wondering what is it about her that made Mr. Mercedes take notice. It was one of her Plain Jane days so she just could not see it. She wouldn't say she was a knockout, but she did look decent. Her features were a mish mash of various ancestries. Her skin was a flawless hue of cocoa. She had her mother to thank for that. Mrs. Baynard had an intensive skin regiment that she passed onto Lissette. Her natural hair was in a bun. She liked to keep it off her neck during the summer. After she had completely scrutinized herself she concluded that Mr. Mercedes was just having a bit of fun. She wanted to gather herself a bit before she started working, so she splashed some water on her face.
