Dropping off the drinks I was almost home free when I turn to walk away and one of the Alpha Beta Fuckwads grabs my wrist.
He looks at me in that creepy ass way men have. You know, from the tips of your shoes slowly—way too slowly up until they reach your face, kinda. Okay, this kid only made it to my tits—not the first time for that either. “Can we get the bill, hon and I’d like your number too.”
Fucking kill me… .please?
I instantly whip out their bill and place it on the table with a smile thanking them before I walk away. Noway am I going to look back. Not a chance in hell. Glancing at my watch, I’m sad to see I still have two hours of this shit. The later it gets the more crap I have to deal with. Mindlessly I wipe empty tables and start refilling salt and pepper shakers. Never said I wasn’t glamorous, did I? Thankfully the chili fries guys left without anymore shit and just as I expected a two dollar tip. Two dollars? Really? I only waited on them for two hours as they sat there loud as hell and scaring away other customers. “Two dollars!”
An hour later the diner is empty, my feet hurt and I’m hungry as hell. Grabbing myself a small order of fries and a root beer I decide to take a quick break. After all, I get off at midnight, then, I need to go to my next job until four. Yes, four in the goddamn morning. This shit ain’t for the weak.
Whipping out my smartphone I lose myself in status updates and hashtags. What? Sue me I enjoy the mindless shit online. I really do. What the hell did people do before social networking?
“Do you really think you should be eating those, sweetheart?” I look up to a pair of the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.
Wait, what did he just say….
He’s a customer, he’s a customer, he’s customer, I chant in my head. “Can I help you, sir?” Sir Fuckhead went unsaid.
He pulls out the chair across from me and helps himself to my fries. Jesus, he dipped in my ketchup. Who does that? I double dip, asshole. I wish PMS was contagious. “Hello? What the hell, dude?”
He looks at me and smiles. Smiles. What in the fuck?
Shaking his head, “dude?”
I know I’m scowling, I know that’s a good way to get wrinkles but I’ll make up for it later. One thing I’m good at? Resting bitch face, it’s kinda a skill I have mastered. Hey, we all have our gifts. When he continues to sit there smirking at me it pisses me off. “Yeah, dude as in you, as in what do you think you’re doing, dude?” Because fuck him.
The smirk turns into a full-blown smile. Dudes got a lot of teeth in that mouth of his. “I’m helping you out—“
“Helping me out?” Shit, I hand’t meant to say that out loud.
He leans forward and grabs my soda and oh hell no! Yup, he drinks straight from my straw like he fucking knows me. In shock I’m not even sure what to say to that?
Cringing he says, “root beer? What are you twelve?”
What the fuck? I have no clue who this DUDE even is and he’s all up in my business. “I’m thirty-eight, thank you and if I want a root beer I’m gonna have a root beer.”
The stranger eyes me up the same way the stupid frat boy did but this time I pretend I don’t feel his eyes on me like they were roaming fingers. Whoa! I seriously need to get laid. Sure as shit not by this dumbshit though.
He whistles, “thirty-eight, huh? Shit, you’re a lot older than I thought.”
Well, fuck him. Older? A lot older? I really don’t think the word a lot needed to be thrown out so recklessly. “I’m not old.” Pushing the fries away from me because A: who could eat after that verbal bitchslap and B: who knows where his hands have been? No thank you on crab infested fries. Is that possible? Who knows but I don’t want to find out.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He says as he fills his mouth with more of MY fries and MY ketchup.
I clamp my mouth shut before I start spewing words that would end up with my dismissal and I need this job. I hate this job but I need it. Fingers snap in front of my face and suddenly words aren’t enough I want to junk-punch this guy.
“Hellooooo?”
I snap, “What?” I’m losing my patience with this guy. Glancing at my phone I’m pleased that at least I only have twenty minutes left before my shift ends.
“Got somewhere you gotta be, sweetheart?”
“As a matter of fact I’m about done with my shift.” Gritting my teeth I proceed to do my job whether I want to hurt him or not. “Can I get you anything before I leave, sir?” Rat poison, maybe?
“I think I’m good with the fries you bought me, sweetheart.”
Then, he winked. Yeah, winked like some creepy ass who looks at you like he’s going to kidnap you on the street. We all know the kind. The kind of crazy ass that has a broad locked in his basement. I seriously wonder how many of those kind of sickos we pass on the sidewalk everyday. Looky, looky, I’ve got one right in front of me….oh joy. Too bad for him I pack a mean right hook and fat people are harder to kidnap.
Squinting his eyes at my name badge I prepare myself for what’s coming.
“So Skyyyyyye, hot date with your cat after this? Marathon of Molly Ringwald movies, maybe? All while cuddling with Ben and Jerry?” He laughed. The asshole laughed. I get it, I do….single woman on her way to being one of those crazy cat ladies with no one to snuggle up with besides a pint of Cherry Garcia and corny movies starring another undesirable woman.
So, just for spite….I lied. Why? Because, fuck him that’s why. “I like dogs, action movies and I prefer to snuggle up with Mitch and Matt.” His face right now? That’s why I lied.
Slipping from the table without another word I punch out, say a quick hello to my relief Mandy. Hitting the bathroom before I leave I change from my uniform that reeks of a deep fryer and grease and get dressed for job numero dose. Darkening my makeup, I apply black eyeliner and another layer of mascara. Cursing as my lipstick breaks I see it as a crystal ball, this is gonna be a long night.
**Jaden**
Walking into the diner I see her. I’ve seen her numerous times before since I work across the street. Not that I’ve ever come into the diner before. Jesus, I work at a fucking gym the last place I need to be is some shithole greasy spoon. But today I couldn’t resist. I’ll admit the fries tasted awfully damn good but I bet Miss Skye tastes better. She’s definitely a live wire. I’m not exactly sure why I was an ass and yeah, I know I was an ass but I couldn’t get enough of that spark in her eyes. Honestly? I got hard as fuck when she looked at me like I was scum of the earth. Twisted? Maybe. A turn on? Fuck yes.
She sure couldn’t get away from me fast enough. Not that I minded watching her walk away. Dat ass. Since when does a thick girl get my attention? Hell if I know. Never happened to me before but there’s no mistaking it now—my cock is so hard that I could fuck straight through a brick wall without a second thought. Probably best Skye left, in this state I’d fuck her in two. Damn sassy mouth. Sassy, sexy mouth. Skye, even her name makes my dick twitch. Not often has a woman walked away from me and by often? I mean never. I’m use to getting what I want and I want to grab a hold of Skye’s big ass and I want to fuck her until she can’t walk, then, I want to slip my dick between her big tits and fuck her there until I come all over that same sassy, sexy mouth. Graphic much? Damn straight. I’m a man and we’re visual, right? I am visual and that’s what I pictured in my head as I sat across from her as she shared her fries with me. Shared? Like I gave her much choice.