Amber comes over to me and I can see all the other guys checking her out as she passes. She knows it too. Girls that beautiful know when there’s eyes on them, just the same as how they know when there ain’t.
Anyways, she’s getting enough attention from everyone else so I turn back to my drink and the game between Ivan and John, who seem to be the only men in McGinty’s not taken by her legs. Even TK has stopped polishing his pumps. I almost forgot little Matty B on the stool next to me until he clears his throat. Amber swings close and Matty gets an eyeful.
She wants to go out – maybe grab dinner and take in a movie – but I’m done with all that stuff, at least for tonight. Matty looks up at me like I’m all kinds of crazy for turning her down. I want to tell him that he’s welcome to have a go if he wants, but I know he’s not man enough to handle someone like Amber. Would be fun to watch him try, but I couldn’t do that to the poor guy.
I tell her to go back to the flat, pour herself a few brandies, and wait for me there, but she doesn’t seem keen. She’s all dressed up. Probably took her an hour to put her face on. For a minute there neither one of us says anything, and then she puts her arm around Matty B’s waist and lifts him off the stool. He looks at me like he’s asking for permission: I slip him ten bucks and tell him to be careful – girls like Amber sometimes eat their prey afterwards.
Then she leads him out the door, and all them heads are cranked back the other way.
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Anyways, she’s getting enough attention from everyone else so I turn back to my drink and the game between Ivan and John, who seem to be the only men in McGinty’s not taken by her legs. Even TK has stopped polishing his pumps. I almost forgot little Matty B on the stool next to me until he clears his throat. Amber swings close and Matty gets an eyeful.
She wants to go out – maybe grab dinner and take in a movie – but I’m done with all that stuff, at least for tonight. Matty looks up at me like I’m all kinds of crazy for turning her down. I want to tell him that he’s welcome to have a go if he wants, but I know he’s not man enough to handle someone like Amber. Would be fun to watch him try, but I couldn’t do that to the poor guy.
I tell her to go back to the flat, pour herself a few brandies, and wait for me there, but she doesn’t seem keen. She’s all dressed up. Probably took her an hour to put her face on. For a minute there neither one of us says anything, and then she puts her arm around Matty B’s waist and lifts him off the stool. He looks at me like he’s asking for permission: I slip him ten bucks and tell him to be careful – girls like Amber sometimes eat their prey afterwards.
Then she leads him out the door, and all them heads are cranked back the other way.