David woke early that Saturday morning to find his cupboards bare and his refrigerator stocked with some spoiled milk and a stale bowl of instant mac and cheese. It had been about six weeks since he last worked and the portly writer had been supporting himself by working temp jobs for a local agency. The portly twenty something had recently moved to the city of angels looking to reinvent himself. He'd formerly lived a life of relative obscurity in the sticks helping his father out as a farm hand during the day and yearning for more during the night. His girlfriend Daisy Mae had provided extra emphasis by dumping him a month earlier for being boring. He'd found out later that his buck toothed paramour had been seeing her own cousin behind his back. Disgusted he'd even informed her mother of the incestuous affair and been run off by the offended woman taking several blows to the head from her broom.
Daisy Mae had been the only woman he'd ever known and his first. She was a rail thin blonde with abnormally wide hips. He'd formed a casual acquaintance with the addled young woman at a church picnic after complimenting her on the flowered secondhand dress she'd been wearing. Their parents were acquainted and several simple walking dates later David received his first blow job. He'd been lucky enough to have been blessed with an above average prick that fascinated the mildly retarded girl. Daisy Mae was a certified oral specialist who would jerk and suck on his cock for hours on end leaving him exhausted and too spent to assist his father with the farm work. Of course his exhaustion had been mistaken for laziness by his parents who put a temporary end to his relationship with Daisy Mae.
"His dick is just so much bigger than yours sorry." Was the addled girl's explanation a week later after he'd got himself out of trouble with his parents and found out that she'd been cheating on him. His heart was broken and the small town where he resided afforded him very few opportunity to meet other women. He was gone a month later catching a train halfway across the country. Sure it had been a culture shock but he wouldn't have it any other way. A little shopping would be just what the doctor ordered for his ailing cupboards.
"Hey man; can you get me a pack of cigarettes?" She was somewhat chubby and her clothes appeared a little bit too small for her size. His eyes were drawn to her extremely large breasts which stretched the cotton fabric of her tattered wife beater. Her belly protruded a bit over the top of the beige khakis she was wearing and it struck him kind of odd because the pants looked like something a guy would wear. They also seemed kind of odd in that the pants only reached just below the knees. The girl had this sort of roundish face and loud garish makeup that made her look like a cupie doll.
"Hey stop looking at my fucking tits cerdo!" He remembered himself and looked up into her eyes noticing the dark corona of long black hair that framed her cute face. She was wearing a red bandana that accentuated her rather thuggish look and he noticed a beauty mark on her cheek.
"Uh, sorry what do you want ma'am?"
"I want you to get me some fucking cigarettes okay?" She managed a disingenuous smile as he found himself blushing for some reason or another feeling awkward under her hawk like gaze.
"Gee ma'am are you old enough to smoke?" He couldn't tell her age due to the garish makeup and worried that he would be contributing to the delinquency of a minor.
"Anybody ever tell you that you ain't supposed to ask no lady her age?" She sounded like a kid and her tone was rude and abrasive.
"Well I want to make sure that you're old enough to have a smoke."
"Are you serious; what do you care if I smoke or not mister?" There was a slight smirk on her face and she leaned forward from the wall she'd been leaning against as he approached the convenience store.
"Smoking is a nasty habit eh, I didn't get your name ma'am?"
"That's right you didn't; so you gone buy the smokes or what?" There was something in her eyes that intimidated him and she seemed to exude a kind of innate sexuality. He had been living a Spartan lifestyle and failed miserably at every attempted interaction with the opposite sex. This was in his opinion definitely an opportunity if nothing else.
"Sure where's the money?" He held out his hand expecting her to drop some money into his palm but she scoffed and looked away.
"Aw man I'll pay you after you score the smokes for me alright? Hey I'm good for it no shit man." English was definitely her second language as she spoke so fast it took me a little time to figure out what she was saying. David simply shrugged and did his shopping while she waited outside in front of the store. He picked a six pack out of the freezer and noticed another girl talking to the cute beggar just outside the door. Whatever was being said didn't sit too well with the cute Latina.
"Those girls are nothing but trouble." The storekeeper commented as he rung up my items.
"Come gain sir?"
"Those girls are nothing but trouble; I saw you talking to her a little while ago. Be careful with that little bitch." His tone spoke of past incidents and the old Korean shop keeper shot the girl an angry glance or two as he related a prior incident in which he'd caught the girl in question shop lifting and ended up in a scuffle with the angry woman. David had some reservations as he placed the cigarettes on the counter ultimately figuring that it was only a favor if nothing else.
"Hey that fat old fuck was talking shit about me wasn't he?" He tossed her the cigarettes without a word and started back home.
"Come on man; what'd he say about me?" David was surprised to find her following closely behind him and stopped to regard her.
"He said you were trouble."
"And you believed that perverted fuck?" She looked irritated as she actually waited for an answer.
"Look it's cool, I don't want any trouble." He would have continued on but she grabbed his arm rather roughly unintentionally digging her fingers into the flesh of his forearm.
"Bet that fucking slope didn't tell you that he tried to rape me did he?" The inquisitive look on his face told her that her words had some latent effect. The desperate look on her face said much about what may have happened between herself and the store keeper.
"He said that you tried to steal from his store and that you two got in a fight."
