Page 20 of Baby Girl

“I don’t have to do anything, Heather. It’s not like that. I want to make him happy with me. The way he talks to me, the way he treats me, it makes me happier than ever been. I’m just not sure if it is him, or if it is the D/s lifestyle that makes me happy,” I stopped talking, and thought about how I felt when Erik told me that I made him proud.

“I suppose it’s a combination of all of those things. His looks, his body, the tattoos, his demeanor, and the fact that he’s dominant and intelligent,” I continued, trying to make sense of it in my head.

“Well, I know if a guy told me to suck his dick in a movie theatre, I would tell him to fuck off,” Heather said as she put her empty beer bottle on the table.

“Whatever. And where did you get that shirt you’re wearing? It’s like the first three buttons are missing. You’re tits are all but hanging out for the entire bar to see. Act like you’re not just trying to find a dick to suck, Heather. You need to add some buttons to the shirt.”

“I’m not saying I wouldn’t. I’m just saying I wouldn’t in the movie theatre. I don’t think. I don’t know. It seems weird. The more I am thinking about it though, the hotter it seems to be. And I got this at Dillard’s. I like it,” Heather said as she pushed her boobs up, jokingly.

One of her boobs almost fell out of her bra, and escaped her non-existent shirt. She reached between her bra, laughing, and repositioned her boobs into her bra, looking around the bar as she did to make sure no one was watching. I chuckled as she got her all of her flesh stuffed back into the shirt.

“You should really consider wearing more clothes, if one of those things would have fallen out on the table, the entire bar would have been over here to help you.”

I know, right? Okay, back to what we were talking about…” Heather hesitated, looked around the bar, and started speaking again.

“Well, I guess as long as you’re really happy. I am just glad to see you happy for once, and not acting like you’re just using a guy for sex. It’s a nice change. So, what did he say about you going to New York at the end of the summer?”

“Well, I don’t think I have said anything about that yet,” I responded, not really wanting to talk or think about going to Columbia.

“You don’t think you have? What the fuck? What do you mean?

Either you have mentioned it, or you have not. You’re saying you don’t know?” Heather batted her eyelashes at me as she spoke, her chin in her hands.

“I don’t think I have. I might have earlier, maybe when we first met, but I don’t think so. I really don’t want to think about that right now,” I said as I finished my drink. I waved my hand at our waiter, getting his attention.

“I love this place, the service is so good. And we can solve all of our problems here,” Heather said as the waiter approached.

“Another one for both of us,” Heather said, looking in my direction for conformation.

I nodded.

“Hey, did I see you talking to that Timmy Jonas guy the other day?” Heather asked the waiter.

“Yeah, we’re friends. We live across the street, in the building of lofts over there,” he said, pointing to the back of the bar.

“Is he single?” Heather asked.

“Nope,” he responded, smiling.

“Are you single,” Heather asked.

“Heather!” I said, realizing that she had probably had enough to drink.

“It’s okay,” the waiter paused, and then continued, “I’m not single. I have a girlfriend.”

He wore a baseball cap backward on his head most of the time, was a little taller than Heather, probably 6’- 4”, and had a well-trimmed beard. He was very nice looking, and had an exceptional demeanor. He was somewhat of a fixture at the bar, and worked almost every time we were here.

“Well, let me get your drinks, I will be back in a minute.”

“I should have dropped my napkin, and accidentally sucked that guy’s dick,” Heather said, laughing.

“Heather, I can’t believe you sometimes. You have no filter between your brain and your mouth when you drink,” I said, shaking my head.

“Well, he’s cute,” she said, pointing at the waiter.

“And I saw that Timmy Jonas guy playing here again the other night, and he’s just fucking hot. I want a boyfriend, Kelli. I am tired of being single. I want a guy that makes me feel like he can support me, love me, and care for me, whether he can or not,” she said, her voice rising a little bit as she spoke.

I felt sorry for Heather. She was a great looking girl, and she had a great personality. She was one of those girls that had a bad track record, and because of that track record, had a bad following of men that approached her. Guys looked at her as an easy lay, and truth be told, she was. She wasn’t an easy lay because she didn’t value sex, she was an easy lay because she felt that she had nothing more valuable to give, and if she gave sex, it would be enough. She would give a guy sex on the first night, in hopes of having him fall in love with her. She had so much to offer a guy, but no one took the time to find out. After they had sex with her, there was no reason for them to stick around, and they didn’t. It was a vicious circle that fed itself. The more men she had sex with, the more the word spread. Heather is an easy lay.