When I got home that day, I sent all of the information that I had gathered on the minister to Rat via a secure e mail router. Still horny from watching Sarah, I then decided to shower and try to figure out who I could have help me relieve my tension.
I didn't have Jennifer's phone number, and calling Abhi wasn't an option. I didn't want to call Roxy and give her the wrong impression, so that left going out to the bar. It was early on a Sunday night, so I knew that they wouldn't be very crowded, so the pickings would probably be slim. At the very least, I could get out and have a burger and a couple of beers, and if I had no luck, I could go for a long ride on my bike.
Before I left, I decided that if I met anyone that I wanted to spend some time with, I wasn't going to try to manipulate them mentally. I might listen in on their thoughts, but if they were going to sleep with me, it would be all their own decision.
When I walked in, the bar was, as I expected, pretty quiet. Since I was there to eat as well as drink, I took a seat in a booth, a couple of spots away from three women who were also eating and enjoying a couple of drinks.
The waitress quickly took my order and brought me my beer, and I sat back and relaxed as I replayed the day's events in my head.
With that part of the bar relatively empty it wasn't hard to overhear the conversation going on at the table with the women.
"Just because you haven't gotten laid lately doesn't mean you have to take it out on us when we talk about our sex lives," I heard one of them say.
I discretely looked over at the women. The one talking was tall and thin, very attractive, her hair pulled back in a pony-tail, and wearing what looked like designer clothes. She and her similarly dressed friend seemed to be giving the third woman, also attractive but shorter, heavier, and plainer looking, a hard time, teasing her.
"Hey, I can't help it!" the picked-on woman replied, clearly frustrated. "It's not like I don't want to find a man. Hanging out with you two just makes it a lot harder. You two attract men like moths to a flame. I just attract the cast-offs and losers!"
"Oh, lighten up Becky!" the third woman replied. "We're just teasing you!"
"Yeah, well it gets kind of old after a while," the one named Becky shot back. "You don't just tease. You rub it in. And you're mean about it!"
"I can't help it that I'm not as pretty as you two are, or that I don't have big tits like you do," she continued.
"Ok, let's change the subject," the first one said, cutting Becky off. "Becky's obviously a little extra touchy today."
'No, you two are just being extra special bitches today,' I heard in Becky's voice.
The waitress brought me my burger, and I continued discretely paying attention to the conversation as I ate.
The two other women, whose names I never caught, seemed very catty and snide toward Becky, and it was obvious that she was getting upset over their continued comments.
'My god! Why do I continue to hang out with these bitches?' I heard. 'I am so glad that I drove myself here tonight!'
The waitress soon brought them their check and as they tallied up the total, I decided that I would take a chance and bend, but not break, my rule for the night.
I got up and walked to the bathroom, and as I passed their table, I sent Becky a message.
'After the bill is paid, stay and go to the bar for one more drink. You can drive yourself home after that.'
I saw Becky straighten up for a second as I walked into the Men's room, and she looked at her friends.
"Are you sure?" I heard pony-tail ask as I walked back to my table a couple of minutes later.
"Yeah," Becky replied. "I'm not ready to go home yet. Besides, I don't have to go in to work until late tomorrow, so I might as well enjoy myself tonight."
'Something I'm NOT going to do with you two around!'
"Ok," her friends said, "well we'll talk to you later, then."
"Ok, I'll call you during the week," she responded.
"She probably going to give it one more lame try to get laid tonight," the third one said softly as they passing me as I was settling my bill with the waitress.
I watched as Becky finished her drink, gathered her things and walked to the bar. I quickly followed her and took a seat a couple of seats down from her.
As she stood, and I walked behind her, I took in a good view of her body. Her breasts were bigger that I had thought while she was sitting at the table. Her ass was not TOO big, filling out her skirt nicely, but definitely with some meat on it. 'Nice and cushy,' I thought.
'What IS wrong with me?' I heard her ask herself after she ordered her drink. 'I know I'm not as pretty as they are, but I'm not as skanky as they are, either! Why can't I find a decent man, even if only for a night?'
I ordered my drink, and Becky took a quick look at me. I smiled at her and nodded, and continued looking around.
'Hmmm...' I heard.
When I looked back at her, I saw that she was still looking at me, so I turned to her.
"What happened to your friends, the Barbie twins?" I asked, smiling.
"Oh, they went home," she replied. "I just felt like staying out a little longer."
"Good for you," I said. "If you don't mind my saying, it looked like you needed a break from them."
"What?" she asked. "Were you spying on us?"
"I'm sorry," I replied. "Not at all! Yours was the only other table occupied in that room, so it was kind of hard to miss you."
"I apologize. It's just my training. I notice things. I noticed that you seemed a bit ... upset at your friends. That's all. I didn't mean to seem nosy," I continued.
"What do you mean 'training'?" she asked. "What kind of 'training' teaches you to spy on people while they're having a private dinner?"
"I promise you, I wasn't spying," I answered, laughing. "I used to do some security work. Some of that time had me working bars and clubs watching out for problems."
"What? You were a bouncer?" she replied.
"Something like that," I told her, laughing again. "I trained the bouncers. I would also work the door or watch the floor, keeping an eye on things, making sure we didn't need the bouncers."
"Yeah, no offense," she responded, looking me over, "but you don't look big enough to be a bouncer."
I laughed and said, "Exactly. My job was to blend in, and train the bouncers to try to stop problems before a fight started."
"Ok, so what made you notice me and my friends?" she asked, softening her tone a little.
"Just observing your body language," I told her. "It looked to me like your friends were riding you about something that was annoying you, and you were getting tired of it."
'This guy's pretty good. Amazing how those two didn't catch that.'
"My guess is that the two Barbie dolls are too self-involved to notice how upset you were getting," I told her. "Or to care, quite honestly."
'Wow. This guy IS good!'
"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked her
"I don't know," she replied. "I'm not really looking to be meet anyone."
'Who are you kidding, you dummy?' she asked herself. 'He's cute, he's interesting, and you need to get laid! Let him buy you a drink, and see what happens!'
"I'm not looking, either," I told her. "I'm just asking to buy you a drink."
"I don't even know your name," she added.
"I'm sorry," I replied. "Where are my manners? My name is Kurt. Kurt Johnson."
"My name is Becky," she replied after a couple of seconds, taking my hand. "And I'd love one more drink."
I caught the bartender's attention and ordered us another round, and Becky and I continued talking.
'Hmmm. He IS good looking, he's funny, and very interesting. You could definitely do worse,' she thought.
'Hell, you HAVE done worse! It wouldn't kill you to flirt with him! See where this goes.'
As we continued talking, Becky indeed began flirting with me. I saw everything from staring in to my eyes, flared nostrils and hair twirling to stroking her drink glass. When she started touching my arm while she laughed, I knew that I had her.
I laid my hand on top of hers as she touched my forearm and leaned in to her.
'Yes! I think he's going to go for it!'
"Becky, would you like to leave?" I asked. "Maybe go someplace else?"
