Sugar Mama

Without thinking, he pressed on the first somewhat beneficial relationship from the immediate selection. One that would benefit him. Right now. In this moment.

The loading screen flashed into view, then flashed out. In its place, were those same three words as before:

'RELATIONSHIP CHANGE COMPLETE'.

Larry looked up from the gun. On the other side of the counter was a confused looking April.

"Uh..." Larry broke the silence. "So, uh... we're good, now?"

Pleaseworkpleaseworkpleaseworkpleasework.

April raised a brow. Putting the gun away, she reemerged with folded arms across her chest.

Pop.

Then she sighed. "...you're coming into my store, with a toy gun or who knows what," April sassily moved her head from side to side as she lectured, "and you're thinking, oh we're good now?"

"Yes..?" Larry wasn't sure where they stood, actually. Her putting away the gun was a good sign, though.

Funny -- did he feel any different? Was he any different? It didn't feel like it.

Damn manual could have at least addressed how things would go if you used the gun on yourself. Sure, he was a dumbass for doing it without thinking, but this thing was apparently an inventive genius that was also a lazy dumbass who couldn't even include an FAQ section!

"Larry, babe," the white skinned brunette rolled her eyes, "if you wanted to grab my attention, you don't need to lug that shit in front of my face. Nearly got a heart attack!"

Larry's eyes widened. "Uh... sorry... uh, April. I just thought you'd like to see my gun."

"Oh, I like your guns." Chuckling, April fanned herself with her collar. There goes that tattoo. Looked like a bird of some kind, with multiple wings. "Now come over and give your sugar mama a kiss."

Unbelievably, the complete stranger spread out her arms in front of him.

Larry gaped. After almost a good five seconds (no scan included), he came behind the counter and awkwardly entered April's embrace. She seamlessly took him into her body, his face pressing up against her respectable, if average-sized chest. He had to admit, she was rough on the surface, but she kept herself smelling really good.

Ahh. That slice of coastal breeze.

Kissing him on the head, she withdrew with an audible 'mwah'. Her smooch left a slight impression of two lips on his hairless scalp, which she internally tittered at.

"Ooh, you're just adorable!" She pinched his cheek. Larry didn't like this. But he also kinda did.

"So... does this mean I can have the cookies?"

"Yeah, sure, yeah, you can have the cookies. Here, I'll pay for them." She grabbed her bag from the nearby chair. After a quick sift, she pulled out a dollar bill and a quarter, pulled out her drawer of money and stuck them in their appropriate slots before pushing it back in. "Now, you just remember to come over later, okay? I miss my lil' Larry. I feel like we don't see each other nearly as much as we should. And answer my calls!" After passing him the bag, she punched him lightly in the arm, squeezing it. "If you don't, then no cha-ching, cha-chiing... got it, babe?"

Larry gulped, suddenly feeling a little warm. "Yeah, I got it, I got it."

"Good. Now scram, before someone sees and I get fired or some shit." April pushed him off and ushered him away. The change in attitude was a little disorienting, but Larry managed to collect himself enough to tuck his gun back into his backpack and head for the door. With one foot out, he looked back to see April saying hello to a father entering with a little girl. She briefly caught his eye, winked, and returned to putting in the man's pump number.

Pop.

"Sugar mama, huh... can't believe I actually made some random chick my sugar mama..."And all just to steal some snacks. Shaking his head to himself, Larry threw another cookie into his mouth and started for a site where he was sure he could finally, officially start his fun.