Jason Miller loved to daydream. He was always sitting in class, as his teachers would ramble on about hypotenuses, mixtures and suspensions or Greek mythology. While most of the teachers liked him, he never seemed to apply himself properly to his homework, choosing to blow it off until the last second when he scribbled in answers one minute before the bell rang on the due date. Surprisingly enough, he passed most of his classes with flying colors, getting A's and B's on his final exams and graduating high school without a problem. He had always been an outcast from the rest of the students, choosing not to go to the ceremony (at the disappointment of his parents) and jumping straight into work, stocking shelves on the graveyard shift at a grocery store.
After a while of living with his dad and saving money, he bought a used car and moved away more suddenly than anybody expected. The prospect of starting a new life was just too great. Women were always on his mind, taunting him with their low cut blouses and mini skirts, flashing off their beautiful legs. It was horrible knowing that the small town he lived in had nothing to offer him, or anybody who liked him. He wasn't bad looking at all, merely different. An even 6'0", a somewhat pale and scrawny boy who looked young but had eyes with a few more years in them than he had actually lived. Other teenagers didn't tune into this and brushed him off as a loser, separating him further from the contact with girls he so desired.
Moving from the Midwest to the sunny state of Florida, he quickly found a cheap apartment and found the same job he had before at a new store, using his nights off to take walks around town and get used to his new surroundings. He felt freer than he had ever felt before, as if he were coming out of his shell and out into the world for the first time.
However, his problem with daydreaming never stopped. Several times his boss would catch him staring at a woman, completely unmoving, only to pull him aside and scream at him. Every single time, he would respond with, "I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't paying attention." only to be thrust back into his aisle with a very loud verbal warning.
On the last night he worked one particular week in May, he was midway through his shift when a group of rather noisy females came in. His attention drifting, he examined them from his aisle. Two blondes, a brunette and a redhead, all dressed up as if they were ready to go clubbing. For one brief moment, the redhead locked eyes with him and he stopped moving, lost in the green orbs of one particular woman that directed them his way. She flashed him the brightest, most seductive smile he had ever seen. All of a sudden, a hand gripped the back of his t-shirt and yanked him up. Of course, his boss.
"Time and time again, I come in here and what do I see?! You're like a goddamn rock, staring at some woman with your tongue hanging out of your mouth, not working!"
Jason could only stutter, "I'm sorry, sir, I was..."
"Wasn't paying attention! You never pay attention and I'm sick of it! Get the hell out of my sight and find another job, you little bastard!"
With a shove, he was propelled out of the aisle and pushed towards the door, customers stopping in their tracks as they watched the former employee left outside. Jason could only curse inwardly, walking toward his car. Slipping inside, he slammed the door shut as he put the key in and turned. Nothing. Frantically, he began to turn the key, muttering the whole while.
"Oh no, you've got to be kidding me. Come on, come on..."
After a moment, he gave up, popping the hood and getting out of his car. After a quick examination, he attributed it to a faulty starter and slammed the hood shut. Out of nowhere, a female voice spoke behind him.
"Need some help?"
Whirling around, he came to find that it was the girl he had just been staring at in the store. He was finally able to get a good look at her. She was somewhat tall, coming up to his nose and had wavy red hair flowing to her shoulders, smooth olive skin and a killer body being shown off nicely by a red halter-top and black micro mini with matching spike heels. After the initial period of shock, he managed to stutter.
"M...my car isn't starting."
She laughed as he slowly shifted his stance, the growing hard-on in his loose-fitting jeans sending warning that he had better act fast to keep the embarrassment away. The one thought in his head didn't have anything to do with a car or job, but rather:
'What I wouldn't give to get you on your back.'
His thought ended just in time to allow him to listen to her.
"Well...I'm out of minutes on my cell phone and I doubt you want to go back inside, seeing as you just got fired and all. My friends and I am on the way to the Lion's Den, the club down on 2nd St. Your house on the way?"
Jason could only stare in wonderment, knowing full well his house was on the way. He'd get the opportunity to ride with her? Quickly, he nodded in confirmation.
"Yes, yes it is. That's very kind. Thank you."
She held out a slender hand to him, long red nails pointing devilishly.
"My name's Traci."
He took her hand gently and shook it awkwardly.
"Jason. Don't you have some friends with you?"
