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Laci Morgan tossed her suitcase into the trunk before getting into the back seat of the airport taxi. Her flight landed on time in Denver, but her sister couldn’t get away to pick her up.
“Can I smoke in here?” she asked the driver, as she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her laptop bag.
“I’d rather you didn’t, ma’am.” She reached into her back pocket and pulled out two twenties, sitting them on the middle console.
“How ’bout now?”
He rolled down his window. “Smoke ’em if you got ’em.”
Laci lit her cigarette while the driver navigated through the pick up lanes. He introduced himself, but she wouldn’t remember his name. Her sights were on the manilla folder she pulled out of her bag and the picture of the blonde woman smiling at her. Abby Lintner. The girl her husband had been on his Denver trips for the last year. She was pretty. Young. Laci leafed through the file and ignored the heavy traffic and people outside her window. A cart of luggage toppled over in front of them as a bellhop tried to get it on the curb. People cussed and cars honked, and Lacy lit another cigarette off the first one.
Lawrence was smart and hid money well, but she knew him better than he knew himself. She found out he was stealing from their Chicago clientsthe mob. Not to mention, she’d put the kibosh on his last two affairs. The best part? He thought they left him and he never got an explanation. She fixed them and she’d do the same thing to Ms. Abby here. She settled in and ignored the surrounding noise.
After finally getting on the interstate, Lacy closed the manilla envelope and opened her laptop to check the baseball scores before she would lose service going up the mountain. The driver spoke for the first time since they exited the maze of roads near the airport. “Ma’am, there’s a wreck at the bottom of the mountain, so we’ll be delayed getting to the ski lodge.”
“Fine.” She looked up and met the driver’s eyes in the rearview. He was young. Nice looking. He wore a baseball cap that hid his dirty blonde hair. He’d been checking her out the entire ride and doing a terrible job of hiding it. Normally, she’d say something, but looking at the picture of Abby and imagining her with Lawrence, she wondered if her husband was on to something with the younger generation. Let the guy look, right? She laughed at the thought and shut off her computer. As she closed her eyes to get Abby out of her mind, she drifted back to her more adventurous years before she met Lawrence.
She would have been around Abby’s age, she figured. Most of her nights were spent slinging food at a sandwich shop near campus. Lawrence used to come in, but she didn’t pay much attention to him at first. Her attention stayed with her coworkers. One in particular. Elliot. They used to sneak to the dry stock closet and make out in the middle of shifts. Sometimes, she’d pretend to need help near the ice machine and would flash him as he came around the corner. His eyes used to devour her. They never had and rarely saw each other outside of work though. On his last day, just before he graduated college and moved out of state, they snuck into the attic where she gave him a blowjob. She’d only done that a few times in her life up to that point and she always remembered how he tasted and the feel of him cumming in her mouth. Her life was so different then.
A horn brought her out of her thoughts. She opened her eyes, and the driver adjusted the rearview, pretending he wasn’t staring at her. This time she didn’t blame him. Her memory was enough to make her nipples hard. Since padded bras weren’t her favorite, they were very visible through the lace cups and thin tshirt.
His eyes reminded her of Elliot; the excitement hidden behind them. Young eyes. Like Abby. Like Elliot.
“Excuse me, what was your name again?” Laci asked.
“Ted, ma’am. Teddy.”
“Do you have your phone, Teddy?”
“Yea, do you need it?” He looked back briefly and held his phone up for her.
“No, but I just need to make sure you aren’t using it. I don’t intend to be internet famous.” She took his phone and turned it off before pulling up the bottom of her shirt. “You want to see them?” she asked.
“Wait. What? See what?”
“Don’t pretend. Do you want to see them?”
He nodded.
“Don’t wreck.” Laci pulled up her black tshirt, exposing her thin bra for him. “They’re pierced.” She pulled her bra up and let her large tits go free so Teddy could dream about her later.
“They’re perfect, ma’am.”
“Thanks. Now, eyes on the road.” Laci let him have one last look before she slid her bra back on and lit another cigarette. That was fun, she thought to herself. Too bad the ride was so short, or Teddy may have gotten more. As it stood, they arrived at the front of the ski lodge shortly after her show.
“Teddy, sweetie, give me your card. I may need a ride while I’m in town.”
He swallowed hard and fumbled in the console for his business card. “Yes ma’am. Anytime. Just call.”
“Will do, hot stuff. Bye now.” She got out and grabbed her luggage from the truck. She didn’t look back, but knew he watched her until she walked into the building.
Laci left her luggage at the front desk to be sent to her cabin and made her way to the bar. The crowd was sparse for the summer months, so no one flinched when she lit a cigarette as she strolled through the restaurant. The New River Ski Lodge and Resort was private, so it didn’t matter if they flinched or not. She smiled when she saw her sister at the bar watching the game.
“Do all bar patrons have guns, or just the pretty ones?” Laci asked as she sat her laptop bag on the polished wooded bar.
Mandy startled and almost dropped her own cigarette, but she jumped up when she saw Laci and met her with a long hug. Anyone who didn’t know them would assume they were twins. Mandy was a year older and celebrated her 36th birthday a few months back. That was the last time they’d seen each other.
“I’ve missed you. How is my baby sis?” Mandy leaned back to look at her but still held her tight.
“I’m fine. You’re embarrassing me. Let me sit down.” Laci squirmed out of her sister’s embrace and sat at the bar.
“It’s my job to embarrass you. Thanks for mentioning the gun. I forgot about it.” Turning her attention to the bartender, she asked him to phone a security guard so she could turn over her firearm and have it put in a safe.
“You look like a cop with that thing on your hip. Do you really need to carry it?” Laci flagged down the bartender and ordered a beer and a shot of tequila.
Mandy took a swig of her beer as she sat back down. “Last week, I tracked down an abusive asshole who hadn’t paid his exwife child support in 8 years. I served him at his new wife’s family reunion. Let’s just say the gun on the hip kept things calm.”
“I didn’t know you did that. Processing serving.” Laci took the tequila shot and grimaced as it burned a path down her throat. Hard liquor before two in the afternoon wasn’t new to her, but wasn’t an everyday thing either.
“I do when my team has the capacity. It doesn’t pay as well as my PI work, but it’s not much different. How was your flight?”
“Fine. On time. Nothing unusual.”
“Did Lawrence let on that he knows you know about Abby?”
Laci shrugged and checked the score on the tv. “No, and I would have noticed. He thinks it’s still his secret. I suspect he called her as soon as I left.”
Mandy had her laptop out already and quickly brought up a new screen. “He did. FaceTimed her.”
“We’ll handle her,” Laci said as she ordered another drink.
“Her? What about him? This is the third one.”
“Why don’t you say it louder for everyone else in the bar?” Laci cut her eyes at her sister and stubbed out a cigarette.
Mandy took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She looked around before responding in a lower voice. “I’m sorry. This whole thing pisses me off and I think you should confront him.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to be without him. I know that may sound sad and pathetic, but it’s true.”
Mandy shook her head and finished her beer just before ordering another. “I don’t understand. You’re beautiful. You will find someone else.”
Laci cocked her eyebrows. “You don’t understand? Don’t lie. Remember when you came down last year and Lawrence smacked your ass, thinking you were me?”
“Of course I remember; I was mortified.”
Laci laughed. “Mortified? The next day you pretended your bikini broke so you could borrow one of mine, hoping he’d make the same mistake again. Mortified my ass.”
Mandy opened her mouth to protest, but Laci stopped her. “Tell me you weren’t thinking of him when Rich fucked you that night.”
“No, I wasn’t. I have zero interest in your whore husband.” Mandy finished her beer and lit a cigarette.
Laci scooted closer. “I didn’t say you were interested in him. You are interested in his cock. If you could have gotten him alone that night, you’d have taken a shot. He’s beautiful and you think so too. You watch him watching me. We are almost twins; you know he’d look at you the same. You can give me all the advice you want, but don’t lecture me.”
Mandy pretended to watch the ballgame, but Laci knew she was brooding.
“Wanna get drunk?” Laci asked.
Mandy scrunched her eyebrows and blew out a stream of smoke. “Aren’t we doing that?”
“No, I mean like drunk, drunk. College drunk. Shitfaced by 5 pm drunk.”
“Do you think getting drunk will keep me from being pissed about this mess?”
Laci nodded. “Yea, a little. Tequila or whiskey?”
“Tequila, but don’t think you can avoid this talk.”
#
Abby tied her hair back in a ponytail, adjusted her apron and straightened the ridiculous stewardess hat. y flight attendant was her primary role, and a customer favorite. She also played a secretary and Santa’s helper around the holidays. Her dad made her work. Said she needed to see the business from the ground up, but she didn’t think he’d want her serving beer with her tits hanging out. She was wrong. At first, it bothered her, but the attention was nice. She adjusted her nametag adorned with a faux Delta Airlines logo. They had to change the logo because of a lawsuit threat, so Abby became Zoe, the rookie flight attendant for Zeta airlines.
Although she pretended to be sick for the last few days, her dad, despite Brandon telling him she didn’t feel well, said she needed to fill in at the restaurant. The man micromanaged a chain of restaurants. Instead of relaxing and enjoying his millions of dollars, he stuck his nose in daily labor reports. And telling him no wasn’t an option. She finished adjusting her uniform, left the employee restroom and weaved her way through the restaurant’s prep area on her way to the office to check in.
“Hey Zoe!”
Abby turned to the cheerleader. Debbie. As in Debbie does Dallas. Not just trashy, but outdated. Nice business model dad.
“Hey Debbie, how was the lunch shift?” The girl’s real name was April, but not calling a girl by her “server name” resulted in a write up. Not that writeups were a big deal, but she had a part to play. The owner’s daughter needed to set an example.
“Meh, slow. Some jackass grabbed my ass and didn’t tip me for it. The second time he tried, I accidentally dropped a glass of tea in his lap.”
Abby laughed. “Do you really let them grab you if they leave extra?”
April looked around and motioned for Abby to follow her. They walked to the dry stock area and April made sure they were alone before she spoke.
“I know who your dad is, but you’re cool, so I’ll let you in on a secret. If you say anything, they’ll have to fire about half of us.”
Abby understood. She could tell on them, but then what? The girls that did stay would hate her and the others would trash the company. Servers were a tightknit group, so word would get out fast.
“Yea, sure. I’m in. What’s up?”
“Well, we already walk around half naked, right? Some of us let the guys get touchy feely if they tip. If they tip more, then some of us will do more. Get it?”
Abby shook her head. “You know dad hires mystery diners to stop stuff like that. He fired three managers in Atlanta because they let the girls flash customers. This is a bad idea.”
April nodded and looked around again. “We have it covered. It’s only certain customers. We have a group of regulars, about 10 guys and they have to vouch for anyone new. If one person screws up, it ruins it for everyone, so they are careful about who they tell.”
Abby swallowed hard as she listened. She didn’t really need the money, but the idea of doing something like this sent a swirl of emotions through her.
Where did that come from?
This was the last thing she needed to be a part of. She had a fiancé and a boyfriend. Her dad would disown her if she got caught. The idea lingered longer than it should have. “I won’t say anything, but I’m not interested. You do you though. No judgement here.”
April shrugged. “It’s not for everyone, but let me know if you change your mind. It damn sure beats slinging food for shitty tips from middle age adolescents.”
Abby laughed. “I get it. I’m good though.”
“No worries. I’m on a double today, so let’s go make some cash.” With that, April left Abby standing in the storage room. She adjusted the zipper on her outfit, lowering it to show more cleavage. April was right; they were pretty exposed. What was a little more? She was already cheating on her fiancé with a married man. She was far from Miss Innocent, and it would be her own money. Money she could hide from her dad and Brandon. Money that would let her sneak off with Lawerence more. A man she was in love with. A man who could tell her to leave everything and she would do it.
I’m Ms. Morgan.
She let out a long breath, but the thought lingered as she walked out.
#
“Ladies, do I need to cut you off?”
Laci laughed too loudly as the bartender looked between her and Mandy. It wasn’t even 4 in the evening and they were more than tipsy. Maybe cussing out the umpire on tv wasn’t the best idea.
“Cut us off? I own half this place and did you see that call? That was some Angel Hernandez level shit right there.”
He laughed. He was cute. Probably not over 25. The dark 3 day beard showed signs of some care and a portion of the tattoo sleeve on his right arm, exposed from his elbow down from his rolledup sleeves, showed expensive, well done art. His short, dark hair had a slight wave to it.
He shook his head, but grinned. A smile like that attracted attention, and he knew it. “Well, despite your propensity to cuss like sailors, someone offered to buy your next round if I decide not to cut you off.”
Mandy rolled her eyes and grabbed another pack of cigarettes from her purse. She leaned into the bartender and asked in a low voice, “Please tell me it’s not that old fuck over in the restaurant?”
He smirked. “It’s the old fuck in the restaurant.”
“Tell him no then.” Laci said.
He leaned in for privacy. “He’ll get pissed at me and come over, which would suck more. How about this; I’ll buy you a drink and I’ll just charge him for it.” He winked.
“Isn’t that the same thing?” Mandy asked.
“Only if he asks. If he waddles his fat ass over here, I’ll run him off, but I think I can keep him over there.”
Laci took a sip of beer. “And how do you plan to do that?”
“Easy. His wife hits on me all the time. I’ll send her a message and ask her to keep me company for happy hour. He won’t come within 50 feet of the bar if she is here.”
It was Mandy’s turn to laugh too loudly. “Fine. Another tequila. Nathan, right?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled again before he turned to make their drinks.
Mandy whispered to Laci. “He’s staring at your tits.”
“I know. I caught him. He isn’t the first guy to do that today.”
Mandy cocked her eyebrows. “Someone is feeling confident.”
“It’s true.” Laci grabbed the remote to change the channel to another game. “My cab driver couldn’t keep his eyes off me, so I showed them to him.”
“Wait, you what?” Mandy asked.
“I flashed him,” she laughed and Mandy looked at her, mouth hanging open.
“Tell me, you’re kidding.”
“Nope. Gave him the full view. Tan lines and all. Do you have any idea how white my tits look against this tan?”
“Well, do me a favor and control yourself. Nathan here doesn’t need a show. He’s cute though. And about ten years younger than you.”
“And I’m married,” she replied.
Mandy looked up at the tv and mumbled. “So is Lawrence, but it doesn’t stop him.”
“What was that?” Laci asked.
“Nothing.”
“No, say it so I can hear it,” she said, raising her voice.
Mandy flagged down the bartender. “Another shot, please. I promise we won’t drive to our room.”
Nathan stopped wiping down the bar and poured them another round.
#
Rachel kept her secret for less than 24 hours. Emily sat across from her in the mall food court, leaning in to make sure she didn’t miss a detail.
“Slow down Braces. You mean to tell me the first cock you touched was how big?”
“Stop calling it that. It’s dirty.” Rachel looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “I could use two hands. It was huge. There is no way that was a normal size.”
Emily laughed. “Wow, not only is your boss hot, but he has a porn star dick.”
Rachel slapped her arm. “Stop talking about him like that. What do you mean, porn star penis?”
Emily grabbed her phone. “Penis? You need to relax braces. Look, most guys don’t have co…, penises (she made air quotes) that big. Let me show you.”
“Wait, are you going to show me porn? What if my parents find out?” Rachel looked around again.
“Chick, seriously. Relax. This no porn thing is stupid. You’re 18. It’s your business and you need some pointers anyway. So, check out this guy. Was it that big?”
Rachel pursed her lips and looked around before she snatched the phone from Emily’s hand and crouched down in her seat to look. “That’s close, but Mr. Morgan’s was bigger. Thicker.”
Emily’s eyes widened. “Nice. That guy in the pic is about 7 inches. So you’ve found yourself a porn star cock. I’m impressed Braces.”
Rachel used to hate being called Braces or Freckles, but she finally gave up on stopping it. Emily was a year older and, despite the dumb blonde routine, way smarter than anyone gave her credit for. Rachel loved her. They grew up together and spent most of their free time with each other. She also had a knack for embarrassing her.
“Emily, don’t say cock again.”
She ate a big spoonful of her frosty. “You just said cock, Braces.”
“Only to stop telling you to say cock,” she replied, her face turning red.
“You did it again.”
“Stop it!” Rachel slammed Emily’s phone on the table and stood up. “I’m calling mom to come get me. I want to go home.”
Emily grabbed her. “C’mon, you know I’m playing. I’ll try to stop. You need me. Don’t leave.”
“Then you need to apologize for talking about Mr. Morgan’s copenis.”
Emily rolled her eyes. “Can we call it a dick, then? Or his rod?”
“No.”
“Purple helmet warrior? Love muscle? Mr. Winky?”
“I’m leaving. Never call me again.”
“Fine. I’ll say penis. Geez. Come on. I promised you we would find new lingerie for your slutty ass.”
Rachel shook she was so mad. She had no idea why Emily enjoyed getting under her skin or why it was so easy to forgive her. Or why she didn’t do anything Rachel asked. She was so infuriating.
“Braces, you there? You’re brooding in the middle of the food court when there is a perfectly good panty store over there we can brood in.”
“You piss me off so bad sometimes, Emily.”
“I’m sorry. You want the last bite of my frosty?”
Rachel wanted to be mad a bit a longer, but the frosty looked fantastic. “Fine. I’ll forgive you for your frosty.”
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