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“Nah, you’re fine.” She waved her hand, dismissing my worries. “You know what would make you feel better, though?”
“What?”
“If you hopped on some new cock tonight.”
“Marta!” I blurted out with laughter. She could be so outrageously blunt sometimes.
“I’m serious! That should be our goal for the night—to get you laid. I’ll even be your wingman.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I don’t think I’m in the mood for that. I just want to have fun tonight.”
“You’re not in the mood because you’re still hurting over that gossipy moron? Listen, Ainsley, the best way to get over some old idiot is to fuck a new idiot.”
“Not for me.” I shook my head. “I can’t sleep with a guy andnotget attached.”
“Trust me, it gets easier with practice. And it helps if youknowthey’re douchebags going into it.”
“But I have zero interest in sleeping with a douchebag …”
“Ainsley, honey, all men are douchebags. Repeat that mantra until it sticks. I’m serious. I want you to say it with me—ready?”
“All men are douchebags,” we said in unison.
“There you go,” Marta said, grinning. “Speaking of—have I told you about the latestdouchebag I’ve been screwing?”
“No.”
“He’s a pro football player. He plays quarterback for the Texans.”
“Aproathlete?”I grabbed her by the forearm. “Holy shit, Marta!”
“Meh.” She gave a careless shrug. “It’s not a big deal. I told you, I meet a lot of famous people in my work.”
“It’s a big deal tome!” I said. My eyes must’ve still been bulging out of my head.
“Honestly? I’m kinda sick of him already, anyway. Right now I’mmuchmore into hockey players.”
I laughed. “Hockey players? That’s a little random.”
“If you met one, you’d see why. Of all the athletes, they’re the most down-to-earth. They’re almost wholesome enough to corrupt—almost.And they always havesuchnice asses because of all the skating they do.” She grinned devilishly. “Actually, right now, I’m obsessed with one in particular.”
“What’s his name?” I asked.
“Who cares about his name? His name might as well be Douchebag, remember?”
“He’s hot, though, I take it?”
“Yeah, he’s hot. Hold on. I’ve got a picture here somewhere.” She pulled her phone out of her purse and began hunting for a picture. “Ah. Here we go.”
In the dark of the cab, she turned her glowing screen to me. I’d expected to see a handsome face, but what she actually showed me was a dick pic of someoneverywell-endowed.
“Oh my God!” I blocked her screen with my hand, but it was too late: the image of the big and thick cock had been seared into my mind. “That’s—that’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.” I took another peek just to make sure it wasreal,then quickly, guiltily, glanced away. “I feel like I’m not supposed to see that.”
Marta laughed. “You’re so innocent. Don’t act like you’ve never seen a cock before. Iknowyou have.”
Yeah, so does the rest of the world,I thought.
“Of course I’ve seen a penis,” I said. “But what I mean is, that picture wasn’t meant for my eyes. It feels wrong when I look at it.”
