Page 10 of Touch Her and Die
“Thanks, Frankie.”
And I downed the burning liquid. “I guess keep the medicine coming. Or, better yet, any trouble makers tonight?”
He shrugged and nodded his head towards the corner of the bar.
“He’s been here several nights in a row. Seems to be selling something. The thing is, what he’s selling? Up your alley, babydoll. Go and get him.”
I winked and shimmied off my stool.
The bar was slow tonight. Slow for being in the shitty side of town where the only thing most of us had was the burn of alcohol to remember we were alive. My people, I guess. Parks’ perfectly-suited image invaded my memories.
Parks was a different kind of cracked, and I wanted his medicine more than I wanted this. I let a little hiccup of laughter bubble up. He’d ruined me and that was hard to do.
I ran a finger over the old ass edge of the bar, moving around each bar stool. Just enough to look a little drunk or a little tipsy and a whole lot enticing. Hard to ignore the girl dressed in a red dress. Nothing like sending a signal that you liked to fuck.
“Hey there, beautiful. What can I get you? Did that mean old bartender cut you off?”
I looked up at the douche-canoe innocently enough.
“Yes,” I said with just enough whine in my voice to make the little pout of my lip believable.
“Ah. Come here. What’s a young thing like you doing in a place like this? Daddy cut you off too?”
I smirked.
“I don’t have a daddy. But maybe you want the job?”
The way he sneered at me told me this act had him, hook line and sinker.
“No daddy. Darlin, that’s a shame. What’s your name?”
I got close enough to smell the whisky on his breath.
“Lacie.”
I used the same name I gave all the creeps. They all wanted something innocent and cute and girly. I could be all those things. For a price.
“Lacie? Aw, baby. That’s perfect. Come on over here. Take a seat. I’m just finishing up my business, then maybe I take you home?”
The smile on his lips would make the slime crawl right off a fucking slug. Hell, I’d fuck the slug before I would fuck him. He didn’t know that though. But I did, and in my mind, his name would be daddy-slug-nuts.
The name would keep the smile on my face, and I needed it there to get him where I needed him.
“Sure, daddy.”
I could practically see that tiny dick of his trying to be a presence under his trousers. Oh, Parks has no idea how much his cock had ruined me. Cutting off something so small would hold little joy. It did, however, make the job easier.
I let him wrap his hands around my waist and pull me forward. I teased him, keeping my mouth just close enough to his, and then turning away before he could get a kiss.
Kissing was never for them. And now? Well, it was apparent that Parks had ruined me for so many of my pleasures. When could I kiss another man ever again? I didn’t want to ever, that wasn’t the point. Now I seem to think Parks would be mad if I kissed anyone, and I wasn’t mad enough to cross my own vision of him.
I sighed against his cheek.
“Aw, my little Lacie. The night’s still so young.”
My skin crawled as he ran his little sausage fingers over my thigh. Testing to see how far he could go. A large body knocked into him from behind, and I looked up to see a suit that almost made me think of Parks. He wasn’t though. It was just some guy. And he seemed very out of place. A quick glance around the bar and I didn’t see who I thought I would.
“Watch it, asshole. You almost spilled my drink,” said my current target.
