"Wow," I say all wide-eyed, and his grin turns smugly assured. "You sure shot yourself in the foot."
I could laugh at the confused expression on his face but I'm already turning away and thinking about the idea he'd just planted. "As soon as you said I could lose my self-respect to a fat slob in a bathroom my juices started dribbling down my leg."
To tease him even more I reached between my legs like I'm scooping something up, bringing my fingers to my lips like I'm sucking juice from them. "Mmm," I purr, and walk away, giving my ass a little extra sway just to be extra mean.
The bar, as expected, is a dive, and if I was looking for fat slobs I hit the motherload. I'd have thought it was a college bar because of the location, but I guess cheap apartments draw non-students too.
For a long moment I hesitate in the shadows by the door, keeping out of sight even as I eye the patrons.
It isn't exactly bustling in here but it isn't dead. Groups of guys that look like they've just gotten out from the factories sit at tables, at the bar, even in booths of all things.
When one amply endowed sack of fat stands up and heads toward the back I figure I've got the perfect candidate to relieve my pent-up libido and get a good measure of revenge on my boyfriend for letting it come to this.
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