Marcy's Playground Pt. 02

ALL CHARACTERS IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS ARE OVER 18.

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MARCY'S PLAYGROUND continued


I wore a pink spaghetti strap tank top, a black, short, flowy skirt, and roman high-heeled sandals to work. A happy seductive summer outfit that would be a little much for a receptionist job anywhere else, but I worked in a sex club, right? And, pink is still virginal, isn't it?

Busy, busy, day at work. Barely any time to read between swipes. I couldn't get my huge smile off my face.

Evan showed up at noon.

"Ho-ho," he said when he saw me.

I blushed.

"Somebody had a good night."

"Whatever," I said. "It's just job research. I'm taking that dinner off as a tax deduction."

He laughed. "I doubt you even pay taxes, little girl."

"Okay, I admit it, I don't yet, but I thought it was funny."

"It was."

He leaned over close to me. "You okay?"

Oh yeah.

I nodded.

A group of older women walked in, and Evan stepped out of the way. I said hello, swiped all their cards, and they walked in.

"Because you know if J.L. says anything that bothers you I'll have a talk with him, and if he does anything that hurts you I'll break his knees."

I smiled. "That's sweet."

Evan reached out and gently touched my cheek. "I look out for my friends," Evan said. "He's my friend, and so are you. But he can look out for himself."

A group of young guys walked in, and Evan moved out of the way again so I could swipe them in.

"Well, I see you're busy," he said. He handed me his card, and I swiped him in. "And in a minute or so, I will be too." He made an over-comically leer at me, and walked in.

I twisted around to stare at his butt.

More people came in. I must have been glowing because I got lots of compliments, not only on my outfit, but on my skin.

Whatever.

Evan came out, looking happy and relaxed.

"So, you're coming over my house tonight?"

"Huh?"

"To have dinner with Heather?"

"Oh, oh yeah."

"Seven?"

"Yeah, sure, that will work."

He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

"See you then," he said.

Somehow, suddenly, this all struck me as weird. I'm a still sort of virgin, working in a sex club, going to have dinner with the wife of a patron who likes to...what do they say? Pull up to the bumper. Boy, there's a rap song in there somewhere.

Howard, the seventy-year-old came in.

"Hey, girly."

"Hey, handsome."

He cackled.

Swipe.

Forget going to college in the fall for psychology; I was learning a heck of a lot about psychology right here.

Finally it calmed down. I was reading the new Stephanie Meyers book, and I wanted to get back to it.

At three o'clock the phone rang. I expected it would be someone asking for directions. It wasn't.

"Marcy?" The voice was low and full of hope. Jean-Luc.

"J.L.?"

"Hey," he said softly drawing out the one word.

"Hi," I said softly back.

"Evan said he didn't have your number," he said. "He said he wrote his number down for you, but you never called him."

I thought about it; that was true.

"I didn't want to wait to call you," Jean-Luc said. "Is it okay to call you on your work line?"

"I should probably give you my cell," I said. I rattled off my number.

"Call you right back, sweetie."

My cell rang, my general ringtone, Fireworks, by Katy Perry. Maybe I should dedicate that to Jean-Luc only.

"Hi, baby," he said.

"Hello," I said shyly, and blushed.

"I just wanted to see if you're...you know. Okay? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good."

"No regrets?"

I thought about it. "No."

He let out a loud sigh. It sounded like relief. "Good. Sorry I had to rush this morning. I had a bitch of a meeting. Sorry, a nightmare of a meeting."

I smiled.

"Go out to dinner with me tonight?" he asked.

"Okay. Ah, no. I can't."

"Hot date?" he teased.

"I'm having dinner with Heather."

"Oh."

"Yeah, so I can tell her all about you," I said in a teasing voice.

"I thought good girls don't kiss and tell," he said.

"I don't kiss and tell," I said. "But I might kiss and ask."

I thought I could hear him smile on the other end of the line.

"Hold on," I said.

Barbara-Sue, a sixty-something hippy looking woman with long curly blue hair, came in. We talked for a few seconds, and I swiped her in. I picked up the phone to resume my conversation.

"I'll let you go, Lafferty. I just wanted to check up on you. Let you know I'm thinking about you."

"Thanks."

"You've got my number now. How about Friday?"

"That would be great. Can we continue our lessons?"

He laughed. He made his voice deep, like the mystical genie. "Your wish is my command."

We hung up.

You know what was the best thing that ever happened to me? Getting fired from A