“Not everyone can be bought,” she said. With a seductive smile, she added, “But I can.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” He smiled back and straightened his Gucci power tie.
“Because you don’t have a clue what you’re buying.” With one finger, she twirled a huge fake gold earring.
He looked her up and down – from her stiletto heels to her false eye lashes and blond curly wig.
“What’s the price?” he asked, spotting a hole in one fishnet stocking on her long legs.
“Let’s see…” She paused and looked up, doing the sums in her head. When done, she stared at him and said, “One hundred and twenty dollars, plus thirty-five cents.”
There were cracks in her caked on makeup, but her eyes took his breath away. They were lick-your-finger-chocolate. His body stirred. He laughed.
“What are you laughing about, big guy?” The stool groaned as she shifted her butt in the tight black skirt.
“Nothing important. I like your looks; they fit this place.”
She looked around. The diner was tacky with a stained Formica counter and ripped vinyl seats. Three weary waitresses huddled in a corner; smoke from their cigarettes hovered above.
“Yeah, it’s hard to find places where people still smoke and if you eat, you’re guaranteed food poisoning. Why don’t you sit down?”
His pants felt tight. He said, “We’d be more comfortable at that table over there.”
She gave him a knowing smile and carefully got off the stool. He watched her butt sway as she sauntered to the table and sat down.
He wiped the seat with his monogrammed handkerchief before sliding across from her. His nose twitched as her cheap perfume hit it.
With a heavy sigh, the waitress approached their table and said, “You want anything?”
They both smiled and said, “Not right now.”
The next thing he felt was her foot touching his and slowly moving up his leg. He shut his eyes and gave a low moan.
“Are you ready to make a deal, big boy” She blinked. It was meant to be sexy, but one eyelash was coming loose at the far edge of her eye.
He smothered a nervous laugh. Her foot rubbed a reminder. He sunk lower. When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he groaned and said, “You win! If we don’t go home, I’m going to ravish my wife on this cheap table.”
She giggled and said, “I told you that sexy story I wrote would be fun to role play. You owe me, big boy.”
He let the money fall onto the table and walked out.
Red Writing Hood Prompt: This week the folks at Write on Edge gave us a 450 word limit and the first and last line. The middle was up to us:~) Beginning line: “Not everyone can be bought,” she said. Ending line: He let the money fall onto the table and walked out.
Photo Credit: Silvia Boratti