deeply for Clive but I don't love him, I never will.
We walked into the bar and scanned the room – a darkly lit hovel with a tired, young waitress and a surly looking manager. A small board behind the bar gave us menu options, we ordered food, I got a beer and Clive a glass of water – and sat in a booth next to a cloudy window. Apart from us there wasn't much life in the Thirsty Lizard, a couple of kids in their late teens played pool, an old man sat in the corner, sleeping into his glass.
The peace of the afternoon was broken before we got our food. We heard them from a mile away, the loud throttles of a group of motorbikes. As they pulled into the parking lot I looked out of the window, seeing a group of five men dismounting. Their bare, tanned chests showed a multitude of crude tattoos, their slick hair each held by bandanas. Leather jackets and skull caps, boots and ripped jeans. As soon as I saw them I felt excited, thrilled – aroused.
Clive tensed as they entered the bar, fearful for our safety, no doubt. Heavy footsteps trod the wooden floor, the waitress turned to greet them with a toothless smile.
“Why hello boys” she said warmly, “Didn't think I'd be seeing you around here so soon. How's the road?”
One of the men stepped forward, the one that I had been watching the closest. There was something about him – an attractiveness that his rough skin and tattoos only served to improve. Taking off his bandana, his dirty blond hair swept across his forehead – bright blue eyes sparkling in the waitresses direction.
“Dusty” he said with a deep, husky voice that filled the room. “But paved with gold.”
The crew of men laughed, the other four walking towards the pool table. With a flick of one's wrist the boys in occupation cleared out of the way, skulking into a dark corner of the room.
“Your usual, Red?” she asked, her eyes, like mine, scanning his body.
“I've been looking forward to it since Albuquerque” he said, taking a step back. “My usual table?”
“Be there in just a second, big boy” she said – clearly flirting with him. “I just need to take a couple burgers over to those over there.”
She nodded towards us, Red following her look towards our table. As our eyes met I felt a jolt of electricity surge throughout my body – in that moment there was only Red and I – no-one else existed – no-one but Red and me.
“I'll be waiting” he said, still staring at me. Slowly, he walked past our booth and to the doors of the bar. Turning to his posse, he shouted to them with a stern, authoritative voice before walking out to the parking lot. “Ya'll play fair now, be good to this place.”
I watched as Clive's shoulders relaxed a little, as a little of the color returned to his face.
“Maybe we should leave?” he said, leaning over the table. “Get back on the road?”
“Oh, stop” I said, dismissively as our burgers arrived. I don't even have the energy to pretend anymore, I'm tired of Clive, I'm tired of this life. “I'm just going to grab something from the car” I said, squeezing out of the booth. “You start, I'll be right back.”
As I stepped out into the hot, desert air I took a deep breath. A wave of reality hit me, feeling that I thought had been long buried. ' I don't want my life ' I told myself, ' I don't want Clive, I don't want rental cars and hotels '. Looking over towards the line of bikes, I knew what I wanted – I knew what I needed. 'That ' I whispered. ' That's what I want'.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of female giggling, coming from the side of the bar. Curious, I crept around to the corner of the building and peered around the wall.
I saw the waitress first, kneeling in front of Red. While his shirt was still on, his pants were around his ankles, the waitress sitting with Red’s cock in her hand, stroking him. Standing there, poking my head around the corner, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’d never been one for
We walked into the bar and scanned the room – a darkly lit hovel with a tired, young waitress and a surly looking manager. A small board behind the bar gave us menu options, we ordered food, I got a beer and Clive a glass of water – and sat in a booth next to a cloudy window. Apart from us there wasn't much life in the Thirsty Lizard, a couple of kids in their late teens played pool, an old man sat in the corner, sleeping into his glass.
The peace of the afternoon was broken before we got our food. We heard them from a mile away, the loud throttles of a group of motorbikes. As they pulled into the parking lot I looked out of the window, seeing a group of five men dismounting. Their bare, tanned chests showed a multitude of crude tattoos, their slick hair each held by bandanas. Leather jackets and skull caps, boots and ripped jeans. As soon as I saw them I felt excited, thrilled – aroused.
Clive tensed as they entered the bar, fearful for our safety, no doubt. Heavy footsteps trod the wooden floor, the waitress turned to greet them with a toothless smile.
“Why hello boys” she said warmly, “Didn't think I'd be seeing you around here so soon. How's the road?”
One of the men stepped forward, the one that I had been watching the closest. There was something about him – an attractiveness that his rough skin and tattoos only served to improve. Taking off his bandana, his dirty blond hair swept across his forehead – bright blue eyes sparkling in the waitresses direction.
“Dusty” he said with a deep, husky voice that filled the room. “But paved with gold.”
The crew of men laughed, the other four walking towards the pool table. With a flick of one's wrist the boys in occupation cleared out of the way, skulking into a dark corner of the room.
“Your usual, Red?” she asked, her eyes, like mine, scanning his body.
“I've been looking forward to it since Albuquerque” he said, taking a step back. “My usual table?”
“Be there in just a second, big boy” she said – clearly flirting with him. “I just need to take a couple burgers over to those over there.”
She nodded towards us, Red following her look towards our table. As our eyes met I felt a jolt of electricity surge throughout my body – in that moment there was only Red and I – no-one else existed – no-one but Red and me.
“I'll be waiting” he said, still staring at me. Slowly, he walked past our booth and to the doors of the bar. Turning to his posse, he shouted to them with a stern, authoritative voice before walking out to the parking lot. “Ya'll play fair now, be good to this place.”
I watched as Clive's shoulders relaxed a little, as a little of the color returned to his face.
“Maybe we should leave?” he said, leaning over the table. “Get back on the road?”
“Oh, stop” I said, dismissively as our burgers arrived. I don't even have the energy to pretend anymore, I'm tired of Clive, I'm tired of this life. “I'm just going to grab something from the car” I said, squeezing out of the booth. “You start, I'll be right back.”
As I stepped out into the hot, desert air I took a deep breath. A wave of reality hit me, feeling that I thought had been long buried. ' I don't want my life ' I told myself, ' I don't want Clive, I don't want rental cars and hotels '. Looking over towards the line of bikes, I knew what I wanted – I knew what I needed. 'That ' I whispered. ' That's what I want'.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of female giggling, coming from the side of the bar. Curious, I crept around to the corner of the building and peered around the wall.
I saw the waitress first, kneeling in front of Red. While his shirt was still on, his pants were around his ankles, the waitress sitting with Red’s cock in her hand, stroking him. Standing there, poking my head around the corner, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’d never been one for
Similar Books
