The Kissing Booth

Bonnie twitched the velvet curtains aside, and stood looking in puzzlement at the darkened interior of the booth. It was empty.

"Hey," she said, loudly. "What's the big idea?"

"There is big idea?" said a burly blonde tattooed woman, leaning against the side of a nearby stall, smoking a funny-smelling black cigarette. "Olga love philosophy. You tell."

"There's supposed to be a cute boy in here."

"Let me see." Olga peered into the booth. "Is not problem. Maybe cute boy state of mind?"

"It's a rip-off. I demand my money back."

"But you pay no monies. Pretty girl pays, how you say, in other way. You want kiss?"

"I demand someone to kiss." Bonnie folded her arms and glared at the tattooed woman, who shrugged. "It's my right as a consumer. You work here, don't you? You find me a kissable person, right now, or I'll tell your boss."

"Er, Bonnie," said Susie, nervously backing away, as another tall tattooed woman appeared from around a nearby corner and began to walk towards the girls. "Maybe we should leave this one alone."

"Leave it alone? Are you kidding me? The sign expressly promised kissing! I'm not leaving here until some kissing takes place in this establishment."

"Is all right. No need to tell boss. Olga bring kisses to you."

"Excellent. That's exactly what I wanted."