Becky

“A slut, is a slut” Lucas declares making his choice “I’ll have her bent over my desk and…”

“Spare me the sordid details” you cut him off even as you send the standard introduction email to the unsuspecting teenager. “I’ll let you know how she responds” you say as you slip the Shoubu-magic infused stickers into the inside pocket of your trench coat.

The exchange made, you shake hands with Lucas and he leaves.

Your business concluded with Lucas you turn your attention back down the bar to Cindy and the jock. Perhaps there was still something you could salvage from the situation.