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A long-legged, brown skinned beauty who happens to also be wearing a similar scowl along with teeny tiny red workout shorts I get the feeling she’s never actually worked out in.
Not that she’s out of shape.
No.
Between the tits falling out of her tank top and her round ass asking to be looked at in those bottoms, I can connect the curves on her like a fucking Maserati I wanna stick my dick in.
Um.
Her.
I wanna stick my dick in her, not the car.
Just to be clear.
I’m not one of those.
I’ve never been, nor will I ever be one of those.
I simply meant the shorts look brand new versus worn in.
Sliding the paper object to the side, I warmly ask, “New customer?”
“Not until tomorrow,” Nolan shoots back as he walks towards me.
“And why the fuck not?” sasses the female who parks herself on the opposite side of the counter from me.
“We close in four minutes.”
My correction is quietly muttered, “Five.”
“It was five minutes when I parked.” He emotionlessly flicks a finger to the clock on the wall. “Four now.”
“Your truck says you’re open twenty-four hours,” she snaps on a harsh stomp of the foot. “I can read, asshole.”
“Which is surprising,” Nolan unreluctantly jabs back.
“He uh…he just means…we get a lot of out of towners who seem to struggle with that…that…concept when it comes to…our…uh…services. I’m Kipp, by the way. Kipp Woods.” I attempt to clean my greasy palm by rubbing it on my stained light gray shirt before extending it in her direction. “You?”
“Cash,” my best friend states upon his arrival beside me.
“Huh…” Confusion causes me to instantly quirk an eyebrow. “Like Johnny?”
“Like she doesn’t exist, Kid.”
“But she does exist.” My eyes help themselves to another sweep of her curves that could make a classic Corvette Stingray do a doubletake. “And she’s fucking beautiful.”
Nolan grumbling his disapproval is easy to ignore thanks to her bashfully blushing. “Very smooth, Casanova.”
“More like Caranova,” I poorly flirt.
“Bunny,” she sweetly announces at the same time she shakes my hand. Almost instantly afterward she shoots the man beside me a glare. “Yes, it’s my real name. No, it’s not a nickname.” Her palm falls defensively to her hip. “And if one of you makes any sort of joke related to Bugs or Babs or Playboy, I will bear mace you and eat a Kit Kat bar like a fucking carrot while waiting for you to go blind.”
Alright.
She’s hostile.
Question is…was she like this pre or post my best friend picking her up.
