Heartbreaker's

Carrie stretched out, tired after the four hour drive. She had on a sexy dark blue dress that ended mid-thigh, with a matching bra and panty set, and four-inch heels. You can do this, Carrie, she whispered to herself as she walked into Heartbreaker's. The club was old and rundown - a dusty place in a dusty panhandle. She sat down at the bar, looking emotionally devastated. Fortunately, it was only 9:30 - too early for a rougher crowd, and she was there to bag a single prey.

"What'll you have?" The bartender, in her mid-40s asked.

"A S-sex on the beach p-p-please," Carrie stammered. The barkeep placed the drink in front of her. Strong, but what else did you expect. After ten minutes of dabbing her eyes, on edge of an emotional breakdown, her quarry appeared beside her.

"I think you might be in the wrong place." Carrie appraised him silently. He had a lager in his hand, probably his third of the night. He wore a polo shirt, but based on the beer gut, he was drinking too much and golfing too little. His hair was more salt now than she would have expected. And his green eyes told of a man whose despair controlled him. Still, the bones were there. The strong jawline, the alpha confidence, strong hands, big feet. She hoped the old wives tale was true.

"It seemed fitting enough. Sorry, it's been a bad day. I'm Carrie Hall." She daintily shook his hand.

"John Putnam. Want to tell me about it? Wendy, can you get this lady another ... ?"

"Sex on the Beach." Carrie confirmed. John smiled and nodded. Carrie finished off her drink.

"Well, I promised my boyfriend - well, ex-boyfriend, now I guess, that I'd do ANYTHING for him that he wanted, relationship wise. And he set up this big fancy dinner at his home, with a filet steak for me and wine and everything. I thought he was going to propose. I thought he was going to bring us closer together. Instead, he wanted to see me give his creepy, fat bastard of a roommate, David, a blowjob. And then David appeared into the room, naked. I did it, because I promised. And then I got the fuck out of there, started driving east, and then I saw the sign Heartbreaker's. It fits how I feel. And worst case, I meet some pretty ladies. And maybe an interesting man." Carrie looked at John, as if for the first time. A good lie, she'd learned long ago, was mostly truth. She downed the rest of her drink. John looked like he'd won the lottery.

"He sounds like a real loser. Wendy, another drink for Carrie."

"Okay. John, you ready for another lager or ready to move onto whiskey?"