Page 10 of Good Girls Beg

"Yeah, of course," she said without a moment's pause. That was one of the things I loved about her. When I'd had enough, she didn't argue. The reverse was true as well. If she wanted to leave, I was out the door right with her.

She hooked an arm through mine and we walked out of Vertical.

I pulled off my mask, letting it dangle from my fingers by the elastic. The fresh air was a welcome reprieve from inside.

"Okay, tell me what's going on," she said, pulling off her own mask.

"Nothing," I said. "Just men being men." It wasn't as though I expected a bouquet of roses, but him walking away like I was nothing stung a little.

Whatever. I was never going to see him again. If I did, I wouldn't know it, because next time he wouldn't be wearing a mask. The best and only thing to do now was to put him behind me. Remind myself he was the mistake, not me.

"Oh, men are so mannish, aren't they?" she said with a wave of her hand.

"They can be very mannish," I agreed.

"But was he any good?" she asked, nudging her elbow into my side.

I glanced over and shrugged. "I wouldn't know."

"Ah, I see," she said, clearly not seeing. "Forget about him. Life is way too short for regrets or stress, especially where men are involved."

I half-expected to see Blondie and his friends outside the nightclub, but there was no sign of them here either. Just a couple of women, arms wrapped around each other, sharing hungry kisses like they were the only two people left alive.

"Do you feel like a burger?" Lyra asked.

"I could eat a burger," I agreed.

I remembered what Blondie said about being careful about what he put in his body. I was careful…when it came to the quality of my burgers. As far as I was concerned, Buns on the Beach, a burger joint a block away from Loams, made the best in the world. And they had the best name.

Lyra called for a ride share, which pulled up a couple of minutes later, taking us away from the nightclub and down to the busier part of town.

“So, why was this guy so mannish?" Lyra asked, slipping into the seat opposite me at the booth.

Between mouthfuls of burger and fries, I told her what happened.

"It's no big deal," I said, echoing Blondie's words.

"Why do the ones with big cocks always have to be jerks?" she asked.

I had no answer for that. It did seem to be the case though.

“The bigger the dick, the bigger the ego. The bigger the cock, the bigger the dick. The… You get the idea.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I do. Lucky it doesn’t work that way for breasts.”

“Very lucky,” I agreed. That was probably all Blondie saw anyway; my ample cleavage.

"Let's not talk about them anymore," I said. "Tell me about the guy in the Scooby-Doo mask."

She laughed so hard she almost choked on a fry. “There's not much to tell. He walked up to me and said some corny line about how I must be an angel fallen from heaven or something.”

I snorted. "At least he was trying. Did you get his number?"

She hesitated for a moment, looking like she was going to deny it, but then she grinned.

"Yeah, I did. He's going to call me."

I offered her a fist bump. "I hope you have more luck than I did."