How we know it's spring.
The Russian, the Jaguar, Six Foot Red and the former soap actress all want to see me each night, while the California Blogger calls me to talk dirty to her, and the Cuban makes a brief reappearance.
Fucking is in the air, it must be spring.
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I actually like the former soap actress. She reminds me a lot of a certain Cuban. Looks nothing like the Cuban, _acts_ nothing like the Cuban, but the arc of our story is very well parallel. The way we met, the early gifts, the butterflies.
Oh - and she fucks like a rockstar. And she's insatiable. After a marathon bout, I fell asleep at 2, only to wake up at 4:30 getting a handjob and her nibbling my ear.
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Last night was Six Foot Red's birthday. She went from twenty nine to Dirtysomething. As we sat in the back banquette of my local and made out, I started to fall asleep.
I left, without asking her to join me. I went home, and read my book, and went to sleep.
When the hell am I going to find another woman who keeps my attention? I'm aware that my job is a cruel mistress, but it's just a waystation for me.
Really, all I want to do is find a few nice girls and settle down with them. Why is that so hard for me?
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I'm at my bar, hanging out, drinking my drink, and a cute blonde walks over and starts grinding on me.
Entertained, I just stand there and consider patting her on the head. She's one of those sorts. Not the sort that engenders, in me, animal lust, but the sort that amuses me and I know, despite my Karma, that I can play with.
"Don't you do anything?" she asks?
I reply that I don't.
"How old are you?" she asks.
"Old enough to know better."
She got huffy and walks away.
About 10 minutes later, she came and stood next to me again.
"Do you want to buy me a drink?"
"Not really."
"What, do you think you're cool or something?"
"Not really."
"I'm going to get a drink anyway. Watch this."
She proceeded to charm the bartender into a drink.
"You just stand there like you own this place. What's wrong with you?" she asked. She leaned over to kiss me, and as I moved in to kiss her, centimeters from contact, she pulled away. "What do you take me for?" she asked. I laughed. I again considered patting her on the head, but that's poor form.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"I'm almost 20. I'll be 20 in six months."
"That's hardly almost 20. You're 19. You shouldn't admit that in my bar."
"Do you own this bar?"
"Let's not talk about it." She got a little nervous and more flirty.
"You've got a candy necklace on" I pointed out.
"Yeah." She started playing with her necklace and sucking on the candies, in what I can only assume was meant to be a seductive manner. I again held back the urge to pat her on the forehead.
"Dance with me" she said as some rap's beat started coursing through the two of us.
I ground into her, in time with the beat, and her eyes got wide. "You can dance" she said, shocked.
"Yeah."
"Dance with me some more." She rubbed her ass up and down on me for awhile, and I ground into her as if I inteded to fuck her. She turned around and started rubbing me up and down. She stuck her hand down my pants. Then out of it and up my body.
"You have a belly!" she exclaimed.
"I do. I have a job, too."
"You're old."
"I told you, I'm old enough to know better than to play with you."
"Dance with me some more" she replied. Just at this moment, her friend walked up.
She said " "I gave my number to your friend in the white shirt."
I replied "I have no friends, I'm here by myself."
She said: Oh. Do you want my number then?
Sure, but first I'll need your name.
Sarah. My number is... - and then she gave me her number.
"I have to take my friend away now" Sarah told me.
"Enjoy" I replied.
And that was the last I saw of them.
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