Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
they worshipped the devil. One of those demonic cults. Sorry, mother, you’re not here to warn me off this time. I let my eyes wander over the bar and notice a theme. It’s like the island of misfit toys—hippies and piercings galore.The one she calls Zara pipes up before I can respond. “Damn, he’s a weird one. Where’d Eddie find this one?” she says it as if I’m not standing right there, listening to every word.
“You’re one to talk.” Mia smarts back at her.
I shrug my shoulders, letting their words slip into the air between us and disappear. It’s not the first time someone has called me weird, and I can guarantee it won’t be the last. I’m finding out that things, where I came from, are definitely different than they are around here.
The compound I grew up in didn’t allow for many visitors and the rules were strict, so to say that I’m socially unaware wouldn’t be an understatement. Once a year, they’d have a fair, but it was only for the compound families. The main events every week were church related. We were founded on strict beliefs about life and faith. Both things I couldn’t see myself adhering to for the rest of my time on this earth. I wanted out, but once you did, you were outcast, shunned.
Today marks the first day of work at my new job. Topsy Turvy is located in a college town. One where everyone buzzes around and most days Main Street is packed. There are endless things to do– karaoke, coffee shops, diners, bookstores, ice cream shops, various knick-knack stores, and candy shops. One of these days, I plan to actually walk around and see what all this town has to offer. But today isn’t that day.
Mia moves to make her way behind the bar when a gust of cotton candy fills my nose as the front door sweeps open. This new aroma makes my mouth water, begging for more of that sweet candy flavor. It’s not the first time this scent has intrigued me, tortured my senses. It took over for the first time just one week ago. She starts fiddling with glassware and I can’t help but admire the ease she has as she moves.
The bar is getting louder as more people pile in through the front door. Everything fades away to the back of my mind as I watch her. The voices and laughter get increasingly less loud and pronounced.
Her eyes find mine, her smile creeping up to her eyes. She winks and I’m a goner. I let my gaze trail over the pristine features of her face, lost in a fog of pink, blue, and purple colored hair, and vibrant sapphire blue eyes. I should pause my urge to ogle her like a creep, but she’s one of the reasons I left the compound. I knew the world held more for me—dating who I wanted to and marrying for love.
“Okay, you ready to finally get to work? We only have a couple hours before your first night, so I’m going to need you to get your head in the game, okay, handsome?”
The beautiful cotton candy haired temptress waves her hand in front of my face and I blink slowly. “Dude, did you hear me? Hey, are you okay?”
A bell goes off in my brain that I need to speak, but words won’t form. They clog in a ball in my throat, cutting off my airway.
What the hell is wrong with me? I swallow once, then clear my throat. “Uh, yeah. I’m good. My bad.” Embarrassment floods my face with color.
Her rainbow hair bounces as she cocks her hip, hand falling to her waist. There is no shame in my ogling as my eyes trace along every curve and dip of her body. Satan himself couldn’t pull me away from taking in every inch of her gorgeous figure. In fact, he’s probably cheering in glee at the unbridled lust raging through me. Her skin is like porcelain and I wonder how soft it is to the touch. How it would taste against my tongue. I want her, and I’d almost, almost sell my soul to get her. If mother could see me now…
A smile covers most of her face. “Alrighty, then. Now that we’ve gotten the awkward part over with, let’s start with a blowjob.”
I swallow. She wants to do that with me? I look around to see if anyone else is looking; I’m in luck. No one is. I point to my crotch right as she lets off a snort followed by a laugh.
I lean over and whisper, “You said blowjob…didn’t you mean…” I motion down south again, and she laughs harder.
“Handsome, I’m down for anything you want to do, but right now. I’m talking about the blowjob cocktail—Irish cream and amaretto. Can you grab those?”
I curl my fist into a ball, embarrassment flushing my skin. I can’t believe I really thought that she was going to… Of course, she wouldn’t do that with me. She doesn’t even know me. But her response confuses me. Does down for anything mean she’d really want to do that with me? Are girls outside the compound really that outgoing?
I sigh, feeling like a moron. I’ve never had interactions with women that didn’t have a chaperone, so I’m not entirely sure how to interpret her words. I know what I want them to mean, but if I’m wrong things could go poorly.
I can’t resist her. Something about her calls to me, and I can’t quite put my finger on it. A mirror beaconing me to the light that flints over her when the sun hits her just right.
A soft palm falls on my shoulder. “Hey, you sure you’re okay?” Her brow furrows.
I give a small nod, too many thoughts overwhelming me right now. She moves effortlessly, and slings drinks like it’s second nature, while I fumble over my damn words like a petulant child. I want to learn more about her. She’s