Saturday, February 2, 2013
The Tan Girl In the Bar
“Great
minds think alike!” the man with the purple nose said through yellow
teeth. The tan girl raised her glass and
gave a smile and a nod. She sipped her
drink gingerly and set it down on a soiled cocktail napkin. Her hands shook as ripples of delight surged
through her body. Leonard the barkeep
made the drinks stiff because that was the way his customers liked them. The purple man began to mumble to no one in
particular. There were a few patrons at
one end of the bar that looked out of place in their sport’s jackets and
starched shirts. The tan girl noticed
them and adjusted her skirt and crossed her legs. She was there to work after all. One of the sport’s jackets met her eyes and
winked. The tan of her face wrinkled at
the corner of her eyes and mouth as she gave them a smile. The winker walked over to her and asked to
buy her a drink. The tan girl looked
down at her full glass and said she was fine.
They began to talk business and she twirled her brown curls through her
fingers. The sports jacket laughed at
her caustic humor, and he was hooked.
Now the moment was coming the stars were aligned. The spider had a fly in her web and was ready
to devour him. The sports jacket began
to sweat at his temples and his collar seemed too tight. Her gaze was like a spot light shining down
on him. For a moment the whole world was
silent waiting for this lioness to pounce.
And then she spoke saying: “Well Tom are you sure you prepared for
everything. I mean if something, God
forbid, should happen to you, would your family be taken care of? No one could ever have too much life insurance,
ya know. And I think I have just the
policy for you. It’s our platinum
membership…” She droned on knowing that
she had her prey right where she wanted him.
The sport’s jacket stood there squirming in a vain attempt to get away
from this tan goddess, nay devil. The
man with the purple nose burped and slid off his stool and stumbled towards the
door shaking his head. He shivered as he
walked out into the cold night air, but as scared as he was of what he had just
witnessed he took solace in the fact that he was a simple sort and would ne’er
fall victim to shedevils like the tan girl in the bar.
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