Page 6 of Beg Me

No more random hook-ups.

Hopefully.

“I’m doing great, happy to be here finally, it was a long ride. Have you ordered?” I look up from the menu at him.

“Yes, I remember you mentioning you liked tequila, so I ordered us some drinks. I hope you like it, if not you can order whatever you like.” Smiling, I go back to looking over the menu, I’m starving.

We make pleasant small talk and chat about the things we talked about online, the normal first date stuff, it’s going really well I think.

Standing up I say, “I’m going to head to the restroom real quick, I’ll be right back.” Once inside the stall, I text Olive.

The date is going great. I’m super excited. I think I may have found a good one!

I finish up, put on some more lipstick, and head out to the front. Getting back to my table I don’t see my date anywhere at all. A waiter comes up, picking up the tip that was left on the table. Four one-hundred-dollar bills.

“Excuse me, did you see where the man sitting with me went?” He looks down at me giving me a sad look.

“He said he had to head out, and that it was nice meeting you. He paid the check. I’m sorry.” He gives me a sad sympathetic smile. I grab my drink and down it, looking at my plate. I start to eat again. I’m not going to let this amazing food go to waste just because my date sucked.

Pulling up to the bar I notice it’s closed already. Weird, it’s only ten, and normally, it’s open until at least two a.m. Even on a Tuesday night. I head up the stairs to Olive’s apartment and jiggle the door handle, but it doesn’t open. Weird again. She always leaves her doors unlocked, I tell her not to constantly, but she doesn’t listen. I knock and the door opens to a shirtless Zander.

“Well hellooooo, beautiful. How did I get so lucky to spend my evening with two goddesses?” He beams at me.

“Shut up,” I say, pushing past him and dropping my purse on the floor, kicking off my shoes. I plop face-first onto Olive’s couch.

“Oh no, what happened?” Olive says, sitting at my head and brushing my hair back with her hands.

“Mmhhpp mhhhpppp mhhpppmhpp mhppp,” I mutter.

“Babe, you’re talking into the couch. I have no idea what you just said, what happened?” Olive asks again, turning my head to the side, I start all over.

“It started so well. He was so nice, called me beautiful.”

“You are beautiful!” Zander shouts from the kitchen.

“We had a goodconversation, and then I went to the bathroom – when I came back out, he had paid the check, left a massive tip, and asked the waiter to let me down nicely. I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong. Why doesn’t anyone want me?” I ask whining. I’m not going to cry over some crappy date. But damn I wanted to get laid.

“Oh, babe!! I’m so sorry. He didn’t deserve you, come here, I’ll treat you right.” Olive says pulling me up into a hug, I lay my head on her chest feeling her perfect tits on my cheek.

Turning my head into her supple cleavage I mumble again, “I just want to get laid! Oh my goshhhh, why is that so hard to do right now?”

“Men are trash boo, you know this!” Olive says while brushing the hair out of my face as I turn my head back to the side.

“I brought shotsss!!” Zander says walking up with three shots.

“Thank you!” I take all three back to back.

“Okay, looks like I need to go grab more.” He walks away chuckling.

When he comes back, he brings the whole bottle this time, and three shot glasses so we can just pour and drink right from the couch. South Park is playing on the TV.

“I thought we were watching trashy movies?” I ask.

“We were, but Zander came up here earlier than I planned, and I was watching this.”

“It was slow tonight, so I closed early,” Zander lies.

It’s never slow enough to close, I know he kicked everyone out. It’s so obvious he is smitten with Olive, everyone is. She’s perfect.

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