Could he smell her? Amateur porn Or at her? A smile for any who noticed. He was beside her now and he kept forcing her lids open. After a few nights they would leave, most times with a shiny new handy-dandy drug problem. A lighter flickered. She felt like she’d been— But she couldn’t have been—
“Fuck.” Her voice sounded small, even in the 3am lull of the parking lot. And that was okay. “If you’re gonna throw up, let me know. The faint scent of cologne masked by the bouquet of a since smoked cigarette. A few customers threw singles and she played their game—it just wasn’t the customer she wanted. He bucked slowly in tandem as she backed it up for him and she felt the flat of his thumb sink into polyester. With his mouth slightly open, she could feel his warm breath on her nipples as she rubbed her breasts against him. To her surprise—as she circled his lap with her hips—the outline of something pleasant began to grow more and more pronounced. Just like every other night. Had she really danced that much? That may or may not have been intentionally aimed at her. Gina dipped into his lap again, but this time a new sensation was waiting for her.
