Sleepy Saturday

You wake up after a long sleep, it feels pretty late. What day is it?......Saturday, thank God. You lay in even longer, catching up with your sleep, enjoying your bed. What's the plan? I need to hit the pool and gym today. And I've got a shift at the cafe straight after that. But nothing this morning, just me and my bed.

You finally surface at around midday. You put on an old pair of leggings and a loose t-shirt and walk into the kitchen for some coffee. Your mum and Mick are sat at the dining table. Both of them smoking. Your mum already drinking wine. "Morning" you grunt as you shuffle over to the kettle. "Can't you smoke outside, you're fucking killing me here." You cough as you open up a cupboard to find a mug.

Your mum ignores your complaint. "So what time you working today?" she says instead.

You turn around, mug in hand. "Not till four, why?" you reply. You walk over and open the window, still coughing.

"Make sure you're on time. We're fucked if you lose that job. And ask him for more hours or something. Tell him you can clean the place, anything." She takes a drag on her cigarette, then rests it over a dirty ashtray on the table.

The fucking cheak of it after what I did for you yesterday! "Mum! I won't be late! I know we need more money. I keep asking Gary for more shifts but he doesn't need me!"

Mick is grinning, a cigarette smouldering away in his stubby fingers. "Why don't you offer Gary what you offered to Mr Mercedes yesterday?"

You look at him, discusted. "For the last time, that was my boyfriend's dad. I didn't offer him anything."

Mick is still looking at you, straight at you, and a knowing smile creeps over his face. "Why don't you do a little strip tease at the cafe for Gary? Let him accidentally see you get changed or something?....Every man loves a strip tease..." he winks.

Oh fuck. It all comes flooding back to you - last night's horny little escapade. So that really happened. And he was definately awake. The look of shock on your face tells Mick all he needs to know. He starts to chuckle, but says no more.

Your mum half laughs, half coughs her guts up. When she eventually recovers she says "Look, Em. The amount of fuckin excersise you do. You've got a figure to die for, I'm telling ya. If I had an arse like yours I'd be flaunting it all over the shop. Men'd be fallin over 'emselves to give me money and buy me what I want. Like I said last night.... there's now't wrong with using your looks to get what you need, nothing at all! Certainly beats sitting on your hands and knees scrubbing the pub shit house for a fuckin living! Trust me kid!"

Hard to argue with that. "I'll find more work mum. I promise. We're gonna be OK." The kettle boils and you poor it into your mug with some instant coffee. "I'm just going to have a shower then I'm off OK?. Got to hit the gym before work. See you later." You leave the room.

"Bye love." your mum coughs again.

I hope we're gonna be OK.

You shower and head to the gym.