Marc

"Hey, you goin' out with us tonight?"
It was Kevan. One of my childhood friends.
"Yeah. Meet at your place, as usual?" I texted back. For some reason, ever since we had all been up and rising juvenile delinquents, Kevan's place was where we all migrated too like home base.
"You know it."
Friday night. Finally. I felt sore and dirty. There were still about 15 minutes between me and the relief that would come from stripping off the day's work under a stream of hot water. I needed a shower bad too. I had irrigation glue plastered all over my hands and looked about three shades darker than my sun-bronzed Italian skin already was. That's what happens when you're digging trenches throughout your day.
That doesn't mean I wasn't feeling the satisfaction of knowing I had brought my A+ game to that job and basically made it my b***h. I could feel that heavy in my balls. Because that's what I did, I put my all into whatever I did, and my customers knew it.
I sloshed another swig of Red Bull, because I was going to need the boost before painting the town again this weekend.
Owning my own business had seemed such an adventure at first, but reality had long set in. So what? I was a free man with cash in my pocket and me and the guys were going out tonight. Responsibilities be damned. I needed to see some girls, chase some booty, pick a fight..all that good stuff. My bones were aching for excitement after a brutal week of busting my a*s.
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The shower felt f*****g fantastic. Between the Red Bull and scrubbing myself a new skin, I was ready to get my roll on.
I wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror with my towel, barely used as always. I liked to air dry, just saying.
Shave or no shave? I was scruffy alright, but facial hair made me look my 31 years, which was good for business. Shaving took off about 10 years, which was good for picking up chicks....so I shaved.
Yeah, I know I got looks. I inspected myself once more in the mirror.
Hazel eyes, a serious brow, square chin, refined nose, perfectly straight teeth, killer smile...at least that's what I hoped chicks saw in me. Something attracted them, and it sure wasn't my talk game. I have a reputation with the guys of walking in a joint and getting to have my pick without saying a word. I'm definitely the quiet type, and owe most of my success with one night stands to that fact. I don't ruin the moment with lame lines, or feed into these women's sappy stories..I stick to business, IF, I even want the business in the first place.
My phone buzzed on the sink.
"You mind if Kaylie comes with us tonight?" It was Kevan again.
"Nah, that's cool."
Kaylie. Kaylie coming was good, but then again, that could be bad too. Very bad.
She was living at Kevan's house for the time being, using his younger sister, Leesa's old room while she was doing her 15 year stint in prison, with 12 years left to go. Leesa and Kaylie had met in prison, and quickly became fast friends. Everyone was hung up on her. Leesa too, probably, since she had a tendency to like girls from time to time.
Apparently, Kaylie's family had disowned her and she wasn't from around here. So when Leesa found out she was getting transferred to South Florida, she made her dad promise he would visit Kaylie and look out for her where he could. And he did. In fact, Mr. T, as everyone called Kevan and Leesa's dad, looked after her as if she were his own.
Needless to say, when Mr. T broke the news that this Kaylie, we had all heard about, was actually going to be moving into our party base...you could have cut the air with a knife. We were all picturing a dike, or an overweight butter-face, maybe a spazzed out crackhead Leesa had taken pity on. I mean nothing decent comes out of prison, right?
Damn were we wrong.
I'll never forget the first time I saw her. It was about two months ago on another Friday just like this. We were all getting our pre-game on, when Kevan brought her up as a topic of conversation. Speculation began going around the table as we started doing our best to get fucked up. For me it was weed and cheap booze, Kevan was pumped because Mike had scored some coke, and Josh had just finished rolling another joint. Kevan was speaking low, because Kaylie had just got out a few nights before, only he and Mike had seen her so far, and he didn't want to chance her overhearing us from her room.
Kevan hadn't said much other than she was an absolute sweetheart, and that we would really like her. When we heard Mr. T waddling his way down the hallway toward us, conversation subsequently stopped.
As he entered the dining room with us,
he could see what we were about to be getting into. He had seen the drill over and over since we were teens, and that's probably what motivated his speech about accepting nothing less than gentleman-like behavior towards his guest.
So she's hot, I concluded. That explains why Kevan was emphasizing her character instead of being a pig as usual. He's hoping he's got a shot with her. So not a dike, and not a butter-face...but she could still be fat. Kevan didn't discriminate in that departnent the way I did. Didn't much matter to me still, there's plenty of fish in the sea, and if things continued as planned I was going to be fishing in about 45 minutes anyway. Cat-fishing...
We didn't even hear her walk in the kitchen, until she started sifting pots and pans. And startled, we all looked her way.
She was squatting down to reach in the back of the cabinet, and that's all I could see...it was like her shape was being branded in my mind.
She had a strong back, sloping into widely curved thighs, and that a*s....muscular and tight. Perfect a*s.
I think all of us were staring because she noticed the silence and turned, wondering what was wrong.
Mr. T was the first to break the silence, beckoning her over to introduce us in turn. She barely noticed me, or any of us I think. She gave us each a quick smile. Dazzling. And mentioned something about getting back to making dinner for her and Mr. T. and excused herself.
As she busied herself, washing and cutting vegetables, prepping the pasta water, and sautéing the chicken in herbs; we were all struggling to maintain our concentration. She was hot. And she could cook, the food was mellowing the weed stank and making us jealous of Mr. T, who would actually get to taste her food.
Mike seemed to remember where he left the deck of cards last month, Kevan put on some rap to keep the evenings plans in the forefront of everyone's minds, and Josh started angling his way toward the kitchen..toward her.
From where I sat I could tell she was a sweetheart like Kevan had said. She had taken turns smiling at each of us as we were introduced and all I could do was take in her face. A girl had to have a pretty face to get my attention, but it wasn't her face that had captured mine as much as it was her eyes. Her eyes were unlike any I had ever seen, or knew was possible.
The lightest blue you can fathom, like crystals shimmering in the waters off of Fiji. Her heart shaped faced was complemented by dark wavy, shoulder-length hair. Hair that made her eyes seem unnatural as they contrasted each other so fiercely. She was petite, just a little over 5', and curvy as hell. My kind of curvy, I swear you could bounce a quarter off that a*s, and she wasn't too big up top. Just right.
One look and you just knew she was a gem.
How had she survived two years in prison? What had put her there in the first place?
Josh was asking her if she wanted to come out with us. While my mind was swarming with questions about this beautiful creature.
She was being polite I could tell, but she wouldn't be coming out with the group of us rowdy guys, who were clearly looking for some trouble. So she's smart too, I thought.
By the time we left, she and Mr. T were enjoying their dinner and Mr. T was showing off his Jeopardy skills as usual.
She seemed content with that.
Over the following weekends, she was repeatedly asked if she wanted to get out of the house and come see downtown with us. The answer was no each time.

So what made Kaylie Turner want to go out looking for trouble? Maybe she just needed a good time after 2 years in prison..but if it was trouble she was looking for, I was going to make damn sure it didn't find her first.
I changed into what I had laid out, Express jeans, black v-neck also from Express, and a pair of clean Nike's. I tightened my leather belt and was ready to walk out after grabbing my keys and phone.
I couldn't explain it. But I knew s**t was gonna go down tonight. Because of her.
I had a feeling it was going to be worth it though.
She was worth everything, I could just tell.
So let tonight bring it on, baby, I'm ready for you....I got you.