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It is my pleasure to present Nonnie Jules.
EXCERPT FROM THE SEQUEL TO DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER
(I’ve decided not to preface this piece with any details. I’d like for the readers to try and “figure” out the direction this piece is going in. Have fun!)
“Are you gonna buy me a drink or, are you just gonna sit there and stare at me?” Leeza asked the stranger at the bar.
“Uh, sure. What are you drinking, pretty lady?” Swirling to and fro, the man gripped the ridges of the bar to keep from falling off the bar stool. “Hey, bartend, give this pretty lady what ‘er she wants and put it on my tab.”
Leeza looked him up and down. Although not bad on the eyes, he didn’t strike her as a man with deep enough pockets to have a “tab” anywhere, but, who was she to judge.
“Vodka on the rocks,” she said, waving her hand at the bartender. When her suitor heard her request, his eyebrows raised.
“Sure you can handle that strong of a drink, pretty lady?” he asked, still teetering.
“That’s not all I can handle.” Her suggestive wink was all the invitation the stranger needed to move a little closer, even though he could barely stand.
“So, what’s your name, pretty lady?” he slurred.
“Anything you want it to be, honey,” she replied.
“Really? Well, I want your name to be Available. So, are you?”
As he sat waiting for her response, he reminded her of a puppy, paws perched on a windowsill, who has just noticed his master’s return home from work.
“You gotta pay to play with me,” she nudged.
“Well, honey, you finish up that there drink of yours, and let’s head up to my room. I’m in town on business and I would love the company of a beautiful woman going by the name Available.”
In one fell swoop, she turned the shot glass up and the vodka was gone, causing the stranger’s eyes to bulge again. He’d never seen a woman down a drink as strong as that before.
Turning away from the bar and grabbing hold of his tie, Leeza lead the way to the elevator of the hotel…the stranger following close behind, like a leashed dog.
“What’s your curfew, pretty lady?”
With doors partially closed, she took her hand and grabbed his penis through his pants.
“I’m a big girl, single with no kids…does that sound like someone with a curfew?” she asked as the beep of the elevator signaled the arrival to their destination.
Stumbling ahead of her, the stranger swiped his key and pushed opened the door. Leeza walked past him, falling backwards onto the bed.
“C’mon over here and let’s finish the party we started downstairs,” she said, kicking off her heels and propping her legs up on the bed...spread-eagle.
Balancing as he walked, the stranger reached the bed with a huge grin plastered across his face.
“C’mere.” Leeza forcefully took him by the tie once again and pulled him on top of her.
“Whoa, filly…what’s your hurry? You said you didn’t have a curfew so why the rush? Don’t you even wanna know my name?” he asked.
“Well, I thought your name was Ready since that’s the way you came across downstairs at the bar.” Leeza was no longer smiling, feeling a bit toyed with, and being toyed with was the one thing she hated most.
“You’re a funny one, aren’t cha?” he chuckled. “Ok, well let’s ‘git to what we came here for! By the way, my real name’s Jim. Now tell me yours…”
“Nothing’s changed,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m still Available.”
Switching off the lamp, she proceeded to undress the both of them by the orange glow of moonlight trickling through the window. This was a typical night for Leeza. Raunchy sex with yet another man she didn’t know, nor cared to. After a while, she just lay there and let him have his way.
Then, just as quickly as it had begun, the party was over…for her, at least. The banging inside her head warned of the onslaught of another massive headache and there was no getting away from it.
She could no longer enjoy herself as the next one started to take over.
Jim opened his eyes to a blonde pointing a gun in his face. Startled, his eyes scanned the room for the brunette he’d brought back with him the night before, but she was nowhere to be found.
“Give me your wallet!” the blonde demanded.
“Who are you? And, where is Available?” he asked, his eyes still searching.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about and I don’t want to know what you’re talking about, capiche? My name is Christy and I’m not going to ask you again. Give me…your wallet.”
Jim pointed to his clothes that he’d been stripped of the night before, strewn across the floor. “You didn’t ask me the first time,” he said. “My wallet’s in there. Take whatever you want, just get outta my damn room.”
Christy stooped to pick up the pants, throwing them at him; the gun, nor her eyes, ever leaving their target.
“Hey, I don’t take orders from you. Remember that. Now give me everything in there that’s spendable.”
Jim took the cash from his wallet and threw it at her. “Here, this is all I have,” he muttered, anger lacing his tone.
“I saw plastic. I want those, too. And don’t make the mistake again of throwing anything at me,” she warned, raising the gun to remind him who was in charge.
Jim mumbled something, as he gently placed three credit cards on the bed. Christy snatched the cards up and backed slowly towards the door, but her hands had barely touched the doorknob when she heard Jim yell, “Get out, you bitch!”
Closing the door, she calmly walked back over to the bed. She could see the new fear which had quickly taken up residence in his eyes. Smiling, she put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.
“Don’t you ever call me a bitch again. I told you my name was Christy!”
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