Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... around her shoulders.

Daisy slammed her hand on the bar. “Okay, what the hell was that Pete?”

“You heard her. Her name is X or Andy or somethin’.”

“I’m tryin’ to win us money and you in here flirtin’ with some ho!”

Pete sighed. “Daisy, I told you to chill. We need to cool it. We’re down to $120.”

“That’s why I came to get you. I won $40.”

Pete eyed her. “How much did you put in?”

“$60, but Pete—”

“That’s it. We need enough to get to Seattle. Ed expects us in three days. No more of this shit.”

“I got an idea. A good idea, Pete! Please listen. Just listen, okay?”

Chapter Three

Aiden eased into a seat. He pulled over the glass ashtray cut into the shape of a shamrock. From the side pocket of his suit jacket, Aiden removed his cigar. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, then flicked his lighter. The flame licked the blunt tip until it ignited with sizzling heat. An amber orange glow brightened when he took his fist toke, filling his jaws with the bitter ash taste of the tobacco. The release was a milky puff of three-ringed smoke that floated above the head of the bartender. His eyes lowered to observe the couple at the end of the bar.

“Here you go, Mr. Keane. Dry from your private stock.” Maurice placed the whiskey glass on the bar. The brown beauty with Southern twang whined to her boyfriend. Her voice carried over the two men to his left debating the game on the flat screen TV. He found her interesting. Different.

“What’s your ...

... idea, Daisy?” sighed Pete.

“Jobs. We can get a job here. Work the casinos. You know, raise enough money to win more money and then get married. It’s perfect, babe, if you think about it. Perfect. See, I’ve been watching these fools up in here. They stuff the machines to make them pay.”

Aiden smirked. He took another drag from his import. His vision zeroed in on her bouncing breasts. They heaved and fell with each excited breath she released.

“I don’t want to work in a casino, Daze. Especially to gamble. That’s not a plan.”

“Neither do I, but $120 aint enuff money to get back on the road with. We can stay at the motel and save up. Two, three months, and we have more than enough to get our own place when we go to Port Angeles.” She wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's neck and whispered in his ear. “A little condo or something cool like that, where you can get it anytime you want it. Think about it, babe. ’Cause I aint fuckin’ on your cousin Ed’s couch.”

Pete smiled. “We need money, huh?”

“Yes we do!” She kissed his cheek, rubbed his shoulder. “C’mon, baby. Money is at the root of all our problems. Imagine what we can do if it’s our own thing. Ya know?” She fingered the locks at the crown of his head. “What-chu thinking? Tell me.”

“You wearin’ my ring, right?” Pete sipped his second Budweiser.

Daisy checked her finger. The small diamond sparkled. “I sure am.” She extended her hand and wiggled her finger under his nose. “It may be small compared to JLo’s ...