Burger-guy Randy

The drive-thru line crawls forward under the glaring fluorescent lights. Elena slumps in the passenger seat, absently munching on leftover fries from her bag, her blouse still slightly askew, revealing more cleavage than she'd normally allow. Her eyes are glazed, thoughts drifting in a way that's new and unnerving—but to Mara, it's like Christmas morning. Look at her, Mara thinks, suppressing a smirk. Queen of the class, always stealing the spotlight with those perfect tits and that ass that makes every professor stutter. Now she's a drooling mess. Time to bury her for good.

They pull up to the window. Randy, the fifty-ish fry cook with his sallow skin, patchy stubble, and sweat-stained uniform, leans out, eyes immediately dropping to Elena's chest like a magnet to steel. He doesn't even pretend to look away as he hands over the bag.

"Two number ones, extra sauce on the side, large fries, vanilla shake?" he grunts, voice like gravel mixed with phlegm.

Elena nods vaguely, sucking on her straw with a soft slurp, completely oblivious to his leer.

Mara leans across, her voice dripping with faux sweetness, but laced with a calculated edge that Randy won't catch—but Elena might, if she weren't so fogged. She positions herself to give Randy an even better view, knowing it'll hook him deeper.

"Oh my gosh, Randy, you're a lifesaver tonight," Mara coos, her tone all bubbly concern as she takes the bag. "Working this late shift all by your lonesome? That must be so tiring. You look like the kind of guy who handles it all without breaking a sweat, though. Strong hands like yours—bet you could fix more than just burgers."

Randy's eyes widen a fraction, flattered despite himself, but they snap right back to Elena's rack. "Uh, yeah. Been here 15 years. Grill's my bitch."

Mara laughs—a light, tinkling sound that masks the venom underneath. Fifteen years flipping patties? Perfect. Low enough to drag her down forever. She turns to Elena with exaggerated sympathy, patting her arm like a concerned sister. "See, Elena? Randy here's the real deal. No fancy degrees or suits—just honest, hardworking muscle. You could use someone like that right now, couldn't you? After that rough day at the... clinic? Someone who knows how to take care of a girl without all the complications."

Elena blinks slowly, her brain struggling to catch up. "Rough... yeah. Hungry still."

Randy chuckles, a wet, wheezing sound. "Rough day, huh? What kinda rough we talkin'?"

Mara jumps in before Elena can mumble something incoherent, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper that draws Randy in like a fish on a line. "Oh, you know—the usual girl stuff. Stress from school, guys who don't know what they're doing. She's single now, actually. Needs someone... experienced. Someone who doesn't play games, just gets right to it. No strings, no fuss. Bet you'd be amazing at making her forget all her problems, Randy. Make her feel special."

Randy's grin turns predatory, his fingers twitching on the window ledge. "Yeah? She don't look like the type to hang with guys like me."

Mara's eyes sparkle with hidden malice as she leans closer, her words a poisoned arrow aimed straight at Elena's future. "That's the beauty of it—she's open-minded now. Loves a man who takes charge, no hesitation. None of that 'protection' nonsense either; she hates anything that gets in the way of the real thing. Raw, intense, finishing strong inside. You'd be doing her a favor, really. She'd probably beg for it."

Elena shifts in her seat, a faint flush creeping up her neck, but she doesn't protest—just stares at her shake like it's fascinating.

Randy licks his lips. "Damn. Alright, yeah. Gimme your number. I'll text when I'm off."

Mara pulls out her phone with a triumphant gleam, rattling off digits while thinking, Hook, line, sinker. One night with this loser, and she's done—knocked up, dropped out, forgotten. **** served hot and greasy.

"Text anytime," Mara says sweetly, pocketing his scribbled number. "I'll make sure Elena's ready. She's gonna love you."

As they drive off, Mara glances at Elena. "See? Easy peasy. Randy's gonna be great for you. Trust me—I'm just looking out."

Elena nods drowsily. "Yeah... thanks, Mara."

Mara's smile is pure ice inside.