a drink?”
“No,” she said. “I don’t need you throwing it in my face later.”
“I would never waste alcohol,” I said.
“Ha. Ha. You know what I meant.”
“Hey, I’m just trying to be a nice guy here, that’s all.”
“Because you’re drinking,” she said. “And you want to get laid.”
“Why else would I come to a bar?” I asked.
“Well, then you better quit wasting your time with me,” Lita said. “I’ll tell you, that was a good set. You’re good at guitar and singing.”
“Aw, it’s sweet when you say nice things to me,” I said. “Now… what’s it going to take for you to whisper something disgusting in my ear?”
“There’s not enough booze in this bar.”
“Then we’ll close this place down and I’ll take you to another one,” I said.
I finally got Lita to laugh.
“You know, I’ll give you some credit, Shane. You know how to smooth someone over.”
“So this is working on you?” I asked.
“On me? No. But I can see half the women here falling for it. Good luck.”
She started to back up and I put my hand to her back and pointed across the bar.
“See those three watching us?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“They want to fuck me.”
“I feel bad for them,” Lita said.
“Jealous of them?”
“Nope,” she said.
“Too bad,” I said. “See you around, beauty.”
I grabbed my beer and made it three steps before Lita grabbed my arm.
She hooked her arm into mine.
She damn near hugged me.
“Change your mind?” I asked.
“No,” she said. Her face looked pissed and scared. “I have to ask the biggest favor ever.”
“Favor? You’re asking me for a favor?”
“Shane, please.”
“You know I’ll expect a favor in return.”
“We can talk about that later. Just go along with me.”
“With what?” I asked.
“Be my boyfriend,” she said. “Right now.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Lita looked forward.
I did too.
All I saw were people.
She tugged at my arm. “Shane…”
“What?” I asked. “Want me to tongue fuck you right now?”
“Maybe,” she said. “There’s a guy standing with a woman who has a massive chest.”
I looked again.
I spotted the massive chested woman.
They were all plastic, but, hey, tits were tits.
“What about her?”
“Not her,” Lita said. “Him.”
“Okay,” I said. “What about him?”
“That’s my ex,” Lita said. “Fuck. I can’t believe that piece of shit is here.”
“You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend because your ex is here with some big tittied woman?”
“Yes,” Lita said.
Her ex looked right at us.
He grinned and started to point at Lita.
“Okay,” I said.
I turned and put my right hand to Lita’s cheek.
And then I kissed her.
4
LITA
His tongue swirled around in my mouth and it was worse than when the dentist put that little sucky thing in…
At least a first.
I put my hands to Shane’s shirt and started to push.
He quickly grabbed my hands.
He kissed me even harder, turning his head, now finding his rhythm with his tongue.
Good. Fucking. God.
The man knew how to kiss.
Heat poured through my body.
The tips of my little, baby toes tingled and all those piggies wanted was to go home… with Shane…
No. No. No.
Shane slowly pulled away from the kiss and winked with his left eye.
My lips throbbed and felt swollen.
Is that the STDs from all the cheap whores he’d fucked? How screwed am I over that one kiss?
Shane put his lips to my ear. “Company is coming, beauty.”
“Shit,” I whispered.
“I’ve got your back,” he whispered.
He turned and put his arm around me.
There was Blaze.
With his big boobed girlfriend. Or fuck buddy. Or whatever she was to him.
“Lita,” he said. “Hey, girl.”
“Hey,” I said.
I felt my blood boiling.
I wanted to attack him.
“Who’s your friend?” I asked.
“This is Stella,” Blaze said. “Isn’t she gorgeous?”
“Not as gorgeous as my girl here,” Shane said. He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head. “Who are you, man? Do you know Lita?”
Blaze looked at Shane like Shane should have known who he was.
“Fuck, wait,” Blaze said. “I know your face. I’ve seen you around before.”
“I’m semi-famous.”
“Fuck, you’re the guy that got the Filthy Line gig,” Blaze said.
“Did you try out for that?” I asked.
“No,” Blaze snapped. “I’m not some cop out. Not wasting my time in the studio like that.” He looked at Shane. “No offense, man.”
“Oh, I take plenty offense to it,” Shane said. “How much are you paying your girl for the night?”
“What did you just say?” Blaze asked. He pushed Stella back. “Say that again.”
“I’m not going to fight you, man,” Shane said. “I have to keep my hands clean. I’m in the studio tomorrow.”
“You won’t keep your hands clean with her,” Blaze said