Page 15 of Fast and Dirty

“I aim for it,” she deadpans, and he rolls his eyes.

“Listen Westy,” she surges on. “My car is making a funny noise, and I was wondering if you could help me pinpoint what’s wrong with it.”

“What’s the noise?”

“It’s making it right now! You hear that?”

“Agnes, honey …” West rubs at his tired eyes, but I admire his patience with her. “That’s the sound it makes when it’s running.”

“Oh?” Her eyebrows go up above her frames but I get the feeling she’s not all that shocked. “Well that’s a relief. Well, since I’m here, how about taking an old lady to breakfast?” She flirts, and I decide I want to be her when I grow up. Something pangs hard in my chest when I see West bend down to right the trash can.

“What the -?” His brow furrows, giving him a smoulder that would be sexy as fuck if I weren’t terrified of what he’s looking at. “Isn’t this the plant from my bedroom?”

“Don’t!” I desperately shout and he drops both the plant and the trash can, looking at me bewildered and I recoil slightly in embarrassment. “Don’t um… wake the sleeping plant. Plants need sleep, just like us, and just like us, they need it dark. That plant is half dead and needs a nap, so you should really just put the lid back over -,”

“Ooh,” The older lady purses her lips. “I know that smell.”

“What?” I ask, trying not to sound panicky.

“It happens to the best of us, honey,” she waves a dismissive hand before looking back to West. “So how about it, Westy?”

“You know what, he’s super busy!” I declare, trying to keep the panicky squeal out of my voice. “But I’d love to go with you! My stomach is roaring.”

“I’m sure it is, honey,” she deadpans from behind her shades. “Hop in.”

I turn to West to find a look of relief on his face, showing no indication that he’s thinking about my pickled stomach contents in his plant. “I’ll be back soon, and I promise I’ll make a down payment on the car, if we could just keep it here while I figure out a plan -,”

“Don’t even worry about it, Princess,” he cuts me off, and from anyone else, I would resent that nickname. But he doesn’t use it mockingly. From his soft and luscious lips, it comes out more like an endearment, or in the first time’s case, a title of worship as he rammed his masterful cock inside me. The memory makes the evil little pussy fairy in my booty shorts spring to life and start salivating. “You’re doing me a favor, and we only have four appointments today,” he continues, making me clench my thighs and try to hide the horniness on my face. He walks me over to the passenger side of Agnes’s cute little Jeep and opens the door. “See you in a bit,” he winks before shutting me and turning to head back to the garage, grabbing a pair of ratty gloves from the back pocket of his jeans. My vag starts wrestling with her seatbelt, wanting out.

“Aren’t we … going?” I gently prod Agnes, who has made no move to put the car in gear and is staring straight ahead.

“Yep, Donna’s Cafe - as soon as I’m done taking in the view,” she tells me without moving her gaze. As if he has ESP, West abruptly turns, his stride slowing as he continues backwards.

“That’s just a few blocks over, but definitely fasten your seatbelt,” he points at me before turning back to head into the garage.

7

KIRA

Iwince a little and rub at the back of my neck.

“Dr. Speedman could probably snap those vertebrae back into place,” Agnes tells me from across the booth without even looking up from her smartphone.

“Who’s that?” I ask, releasing the back of my neck and straightening up in my seat to doctor my freshly poured coffee. This diner is adorable and the smell of coffee and grease is giving me surprisingly nice vibes . I can just imagine the rest of my family in this place, cringing at the paper napkins and heaven forbid, ketchup bottles on the tables.

“The town chiropractor.” Anges swipes at her screen before reaching for her own coffee.

“Wow, one chiropractor,” I muse, as I pick up my ice water and hold it to my forehead. “This town is smaller than I thought. Who’s the regular physician?”

“Dr. Speedman.” She sets her phone down and reaches in her large, crocheted bag, rifling her slight arm around.

“Oh,” I say, definitely surprised as she jerks her arm free from the abyss of her bag and produces a small white bottlethat looks like ibuprofen and passes it to me. “Oh my God, you angel,” I thank her, reaching for it when she passes it over.

“Ha!” She scoffs, pushing her menu to the side and crossing her arms. “I doubt you thought that in the car ride over here.”

I wave a hand. “In all fairness, that lawn sculpture shouldn’t have been so close to the curb, and someone should really do something about that pothole.” The donuts in the very small parking lot of this charming diner may’ve been a tad unnecessary though.

When a waitress with a peach and black uniform comes to our table, Agnes takes the menu from my hands and orders for us both when I open my mouth to protest. “My usual, Denise. And my friend here will have the Bender Mender,” she tells her and Denise gives her a smart smile before walking away with the menus. Agnes looks to me before her phone pings and she reaches for it. “You’ll thank me later,” she insists, picking up and swiping again. That reminds me, I should really power my phone on again. It’s going to suck but I should really rip the bandaid off. I reach in my bag to retrieve it as Agnes carries on with small talk, again not looking up from her phone.

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