GAINFULLY EMPLOYED AT GEORGIA’S ELITE

CHAPTER THREE: NAKED LUNCH

3 word stories

likes sexy parts

he’s a guy.

men are easy

. . . i think tbilisi (the bar & grill, not the city) might lose its liquor license soon.

it is very expen$ive, and there are only three customers in the last week. the thing is, though, they won’t leave.

mrs. jackson came in first. she is savoring ruby’s jambalaya and peach tea.

Steve Day is sitting in one corner enjoying his plolughman’s lunch, and watching the heavy, wet snow fall outside, listening to john mellankamp, and taking his clothes off.

mrs. jackson enjoys your strip tease. but, since we are social distancing, she hasn’t gotten up to dance naked with you. besides, it’s only 62 degrees in tbilisi. did you know it used to be deer run bar & grill? we miss mustang sally.

CHAPTER 4: SNOWBOOTS AND STILETTOS

4 word stories

it’s gonna be fun.

a gaggle of hookers.

long live hungry hookers.

please touch me here.

carrie ann, katie’s identical sister enters. (they are triplets. their eldest sister, stephanie, vive en acapulco and has never met them. she doesn’t even know about them because she has been in a medium.coma for six years, ever since her daughter, anacita was born.)

carrie ann pulls off her snowboots, her parka, and gloves, drops them on a table by the door, slips into her stilettos with wool socks still on and looks around the bar. she waves to steve. he smiles and winks. she blows a kiss to mrs. jackson. and checks out the weird guy in the corner. nawh, he’s got a cat and a laptop, not a good mix. next, the guy at the bar. not bad, looks a little like james veitch, playing video poker and drinking tulamore dew. old enough to be her da, but she’s okay with that.

she moves toward him, sleek like a cat, catwoman. then stops short. two feet away.

“Da?”

(no reaction)

“trying to draw to an inside straight, pops?”

he scoots his glasses a little further down his nose whilst turning to look at her.

“what the hell? you couldn’t stop by once at georgia’s? yeah, it’s great that you sent mum and all the girls to acapulco for the winter to live in your condo, but you forgot about me. i’m here playing with lucy and ziggy in the snow. that would be fine if i didn’t have five udder jobs. . .”

“miss, i don — ”

“working at georgia’s means i have to change from stilettos to snow boots all. the. time. i walk 10,000 steps — ”

“that’ — “

“ — in two hours. it’s a great calf workout, but the commute is killer. and miles is a shitty driver. period. do you know how many fed exes he’s nearly collided with on death road? highway 50 in the snow and rain and the three-times-in-three-months 100-year flood. all you do is send a stinkin’ post card. ‘the weather is here, wish you were beautiful’.”

“miss, i don — “

“the blue agave from the dispensary is not helping me sleep. there i said it. it’s overpriced, tastes good. but, really, how does something that tastes so sweet supposed to help you sleep?”

“have you tried gum — “

“ — so, i saw the cannibis lady in the hills when i was walking ziggy and lucy. do you know how hard it it to turn sagebrush into potted plants in five feet of snow?”

“i’m sure i — ”

(to be cont’d)