Putting on a show

He watches me for almost five minutes before he turns to the bartender “Mara, put hers on my tab”.

The bartender calls back “Whatever James.” But she goes to punch something into her system.

The man I now know as James gets up and heads off in the direction of the bathroom.

Breathing out in relief I put the pickle down and throw my napkins on the plate.

Finish my drink in one go and get up to leave before that jerk gets back.

As I’m putting on my purse I feel a vibration.

“Oh no.” I think. That unknown number wants something else…

When I look at my phone, it’s a message from James.

“Well, it’s not gonna suck itself. Get down here.”

Freezing, I think about my options…

If I don’t, then he’ll airdrop that ahegao face. If I do.. then I’m sucking a strangers cock..

“Not for the first time” I think quietly to myself, thinking back to that event which kickstarted all of this..

The real question, I ask myself.

Can I live with that being how people see me?

I know the answer.

I start towards the stairs down.