Echo

unfortunate looking ones . Time to start her act.
    Waving wildly to catch his attention, she stood up, dropping her purse in the process. She bent down to retrieve it, allowing him to glimpse the correct amount of thigh. Straightening, she beckoned him to her table again, as he just stood there with his mouth open, the dull look in his eyes, testimony to slow brain function. She crooked her finger again, encouraging him with another nonthreatening smile. He turned and looked over his right shoulder, then his left. Seeing no one, he hesitantly moved in her direction. As he neared, she pulled out a chair from her table and patted it enthusiastically. Plastering a big smile on her face as he sat, she said to herself, okay Ginger Mae, let’s land this big tuna .
    “Hi, I was beginning to think you were standing me up. It’s a good thing I waited the extra hour; thought I might have gotten the time wrong.” She opened her eyes wide, batting them charmingly.
    “Lady, I have no idea what you’re talkin bout. You must have me confused with someone else.” Looking around, he snapped his fingers summoning the attention of the frowning cocktail waitress. “I’m here to celebrate and I don’t want no trouble. Ya want something ta drink, since you’re here anyway?”
    “You mean you aren’t my date? You’re wearing pretty yellow cowboy boots like Alice told me you would be. And you sure are handsome like she said you would be. Are you saying you’re not Jonathan Littlecock?”
    “ Littlecock? Are you kidding me?” He laughed so hard slapping his knee, the bartender looked up to give them a glare. She joined in with his laughter and with that, the ice broke. It didn’t take Ginger Mae long to convince her new friend that her date failed to show up. It didn’t take him long to convince her to spend her evening celebrating with him at his hotel. She knew she picked the right guy when they left Martini Madness and he took her to his car, a showy Lamborghini SUV with a tacky lightning bolt decal down the side. Her eyes started tabulating major dollar signs.
    She almost blew it when they got into the SUV. The odorously strange stale smell in the vehicle, combined with the alcohol made her nauseous. When her new friend abruptly slid his dirty fingers up her dress and started pawing around, her automatic response was to pop her blade out of her purse and hold it to his throat.
    “Now little lady,” he gasped. “I thought we were friends here. Why don’t you put your shiny baby away, so we can work out this misunderstanding?” And they actually did. He really warmed up to her after she put her blade away. Who knew he had a thing for knives and blondes. Maybe this is going to be easier than she thought.
    “Okay lover, time to saddle up.”
    “What did you say?” She looked at his face in surprise, the tone of voice sounding strangled. His big head sat half in shadow, the streetlights failing to fully dispel the winter darkness.
    “You alright, lover?” She placed a concerned hand on his meaty thigh. His big pudgy maw slipped down on hers. He softly patted her hand. In the shadows, she could see a surprisingly enigmatic smile under his crooked nose. She had him. She didn’t know what just happened, but she knew. She had him.
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    Armoni fidgeted, glancing at his Rolex. Time to get his hotel room packed up. He floated, high on an emotional cloud. All thanks to Ginger Mae Shrute. His very own high class dream girl. And boy could she suck cock. No wonder the guys always wanted the high class babes. Who knew? Now he could join the club. A fine babe like her doesn’t come along very often. And she likes knives. Best of all she likes him. He hadn’t minded a bit when after their night of fuckin’ she needed the bucks to have a limo take her home. Of course, that’s how she got around town. And after all, her date woulda taken her home. Good thing the bum never showed.
    Luck sure smiled down on him. Packing up all the new things Ginger Mae helped him buy for himself, took a long time. He hoped she wasn’t running late, like him. She asked that most of the goodies he splurged on for her go directly to her home address. She planned to send for them after they got to Florida. Yup, she was going with him.
    They fooled around so much he decided to delay his trip for a full week. He bent over a box, wincing as the soreness of his cock reminded him of all the fucking they did. She sure was hot for him and his cock;