“That kill was good, but that fuck last night was better.”
“Who were you fuckin’?”
“Some bitch I met at the bar,” I tell him.
“She hot?”
“She was damn hot. Had a pussy like you wouldn’t believe.”
“No shit? Didn’t think there was a bitch in a sixty-mile radius that you hadn’t fucked,” he laughs once more. He’s right. I don’t usually go back for a second round with anyone just because of the way I like to fuck. Not many women can handle that.
“I seemed to find one, and it was damn good.”
“Goin’ back for seconds?” he asks me. I shrug and take another drink from my glass.
“If I see her again, I might, but you know how it is.”
“How what is?” Bouncer asks, walking over and taking the seat next to me.
“Fuckin’ a girl you meet at the bar.”
“You met a new girl?”
“I fucked a new girl,” I correct him.
“Same thing. Is she hot?”
“Damn hot.”
“You get her number?” Bouncer asks me. I shake my head and smirk at him.
“Hell no. I was at her place last night. I know where she lives now,” I tell the two of them. Both of them laugh.
“You gonna stalk her?”
“I don’t stalk women,” I say with a grin.
“You don’t? Since when?”
“Fuck you. That was a one-time thing.”
“Was it? I seem to remember a few times,” Storm adds with a laugh.
“So what? I like to keep an eye on some of them.”
“Stalker,” Bouncer adds. He’s right. I have stalked a few of them in my lifetime, and I might do it again. Who the hell are they to judge what I do?
“I can do what I want. I don’t remember needin’ your permission to stalk a woman.”
“You don’t. Just don’t get caught,” he reminds me. I nod my head. I would never get caught. I’m too good at it.
“Anything new for us to do?”
“Aside from the local shipments, no. Everything has been quiet around here.”
“That’s fucked up,” I mumble.
“You want shit to go down?” Storm asks.
