"I told him that I felt like more people should be like sunflowers. He told me that I was lucky I was pretty because I sure as hell wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. I was like what the fuck does that mean and he and his friends just laughed in my face. Fuck him and his booooys. Yeah so that's why I'm getting a sunflower tattoo."
Listen, you aren't seeing me at my best. I'm probably three shots of whisky ahead of the guy next to me. Since I haven't finished the vodka tonic he bought me (gross) I'm not going to count that.
"You don't recognize me do you?" he asked.
I blinked a few times to steady my vision and narrowed my eyes at him. He looks vaguely familiar. Adorable in a floppy haired boy sort of way. Much younger. Gorgeous brown eyes and the hint of last summer still on his skin. I thought real long and hard about his question. Ran through like a million different places we could have encountered each other.
"You the cute barista at the Starbucks on third?" I finally responded.
"You're Zoe's mom, right? She's dating my best friend." When the lightbulb doesn't go on behind my eyes he sighs disappointedly. "We were all at your place last weekend.."
Fuck. You know what, fuck isn't a good enough word. I recently learned a new curse word. Merde. It's French for shit.
I lifted my drink in a mock cheers at him. "You must have a pretty good fake id. Tom the bartender usually has a better eye."
Alarm flashes in his eyes. "Shit."
Told you merde sounds better. I motion for him to free up the seat next to me. The longer he occupies it the more of a cockblock he's going to be. I don't have many nights off from working behind the bar and I plan to use my time a bit more wisely.
"My name's Joe." He persists. Annoying.
I stare at him. This conversation won't continue. He has to know that. He has connections to my daughter and even though I'm sure he's close to his 21st birthday he ain't there yet. Those are pretty much my only two real lines in the sand. Sure, there's others but for this current situation those two matter most.
"Zoe, uh, she actually told me where you work. And they told me since you weren't there chances are you'd be here. I, uh, came to find you."
"Persistent little fucker, aren't you?" I down the rest of my drink and yell to Tom to surprise me with my next shot.
"What?" He looks like a fish out of water. Drowning. Can fish drown? Well, he was most definitely drowning. But then a more mature hard look crosses his face. "I found your onlyfans."
"Yeah? And?" I laugh out loud. Seriously.
"I just thought maybe we could have a conversation. I would hate for something like that to accidentally slip to Zoe."
I legitimately snorted about that. "Get lost."
He stomped off frustrated and returned to the other side of the bar. I ordered another drink and went back to scrolling through tinder on my phone. I didn't bother glancing up when I heard footsteps approaching. Fuckbird was going to get my mean side if he had dared return. A warm body sat in the stool next to me.
"Hey." The voice was deep and markedly older. "I think we got off on the wrong foot."
"Do I know you?" I asked without looking up.
"No, but I'm hoping to change that. I understand your time is worth something and I would be glad to compensate you. Just hear me out." He motions for the bartender. "2 more of what she's drinking."
I guess I'm a hooker now? Honestly I've always said I'd make a great one. I can compartmentalize my emotions when it comes to sex. It's also something I know I'm really good at. And I could use some money. Tattoos don't pay for themselves. I held the new drink in my hands and motioned for him to continue.
"First off, my name is Mike. Tonight's my last night in town. Joe is my kid brother. We came here in hopes of getting him laid by you. But now that I've seen you I was thinking maybe I'd like to shoot my shot as well. I can get a room at the motel across the street if you would be interested in joining us."
I nodded at this and gave him my number. I'm not an idiot though. I confirmed I would be compensated and that they would have some alcohol if we were to do this. Gave him thirty minutes to get his affairs in order before I was going to walk over and join them.
Tom had been eavesdropping throughout both conversations. "You really going to do this?" He asked.
I give him my sweetest smile. "If I go missing, avenge me."
Rain pelts me as I walk across the road to the rundown motel. There's a taste of salt water in the air. One last summer storm before the cold weather settles in. My phone vibrates and it's Mike letting me know they're ready in room 14.
Joe opens the door. He's wearing his shirt and a pair of boxers. In his left hand he's got a bottle of whiskey which I promptly relieve him of.
"Where's your brother," I ask after taking a long gulp. It's fireball and it burns as it goes down. Feels almost like a sign of things to come. Joe steps aside and I see a fully clothed older brother behind him. "Money upfront, got it?"
Mike nods vigorously and tosses a bank envelope onto the bed. I step into the room. "I'm going to count it first." I keep my to the wall facing them as I do just that. It was all there. Six hundred dollars for thirty minutes. An additional hundred for every 10 minutes over that. Honestly, even if they didn't pay that I would still walk away happy. This is literally the easiest money I've ever made. I pull out my phone and start the timer.
I sat down on the bed. It felt filthy. Note to self, spare no expense on the hot water when showering later. I motioned for Joe to sit next to me. I could tell he would cum fast. The question is how fast he could bounce back.
I pulled Joe's semi hard dick out with one hand and began slowly working it. With my other hand I motioned for Mike to come closer. I pulled his fully erect penis out and wrapped my lips around it.
