Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
my complete opposite, and it intrigues me.I also need her to like me. To want to get to know me. But not just because she’s my trainer.
I’ve taken entirely too much time staring at her and not enough time getting the mix for the drinks she requested just a few minutes ago. Moving quickly, I grab the amaretto and Irish cream.
“So handsome, tell me your story? All those dark and dirty secrets. Why do you blush when I say something naughty? Why did you decide to work at a bar with no prior experience?”
I keep quiet because I have no idea how to respond. So I just stand there sunbathing in her attention, like a lizard who basks on a rock in the hot summer sun. For some reason, I’m speechless again. It’s starting to become a problem. I am glad that Eddie was willing to offer me this job without any experience. I got lucky. Everyone I’d asked before turned me down on the spot.
I open my mouth to speak up, but she speaks first. Mia is clearly not like the meek girls we have back home.
Her gaze catches mine briefly in between grabbing items. “You just move here?”
“Yep, sure did.”
“You’re a man of few words.” I nod because it’s true. I have no clue what to say to her.
“Okay, so we need a shot glass, shaker, an ounce of amaretto, and an ounce of Irish cream. Grab some ice for the shaker. Measure and add in your amaretto and Irish cream. Then you shake and bake it, baby. Strain it into your shot glass, leaving just a little bit of space for whipped cream. And voila!”
I watch the simplicity of her movements, each as smooth as the last -the curve of her pour, the accuracy of knowing how much to use. I wonder if eventually, I’ll get that proficient with my skills. I can only hope.
So far, I haven’t figured out why it’s actually called the blowjob, but I’m sure she’ll tell me when we get there.
“So, handsome. Want to know how to drink this bad boy?” I nod. “Well, it’s kinda like bobbing for apples. You go down slowly, and then you shoot it back quickly.” She leans down and grabs the drink between those pretty dark lips, before quickly shooting it back into her throat. I watch her swallow like it’s the best porn I’ve ever seen.
“And there you have it. A blowjob.”
I swallow harshly, words lodge inside me. Probably for the best.
For the next hour until the bar opens for the evening, I watch the skillful talent of Mia making all these drinks. It’s like she’s magic. Gliding here and there grabbing bottles, pouring, making drinks. I have a notebook and make notes as we go. I may look like a nerd, but if that’s what I need to remember these drinks, then so be it.
College students file in slowly throughout the night. Mingling, dancing, eating, and drinking. Mia delegates me to grabbing people beers and straight liquor. Someone whistles over the bar, and she signals to them that she’ll be with them in just a minute and turns back to me. “You going to be alright for a minute? Zara is down the bar if you need her…”
My head spins. Probably not, but I’ll do it anyhow. “But what if…” The words start to spill from my lips finally.
I look up at her, but yet again, words fall flat, my sentence incomplete. “Hey, look. It’s only beer, Zara’s doing the hard stuff. You’ve got this. I believe in you, handsome.”
I simply nod. I don’t know how to respond. She smiles, shaking her head. “Alright, you. Go grab a beer for the guy at the end of the bar.” Walking to drop off the beer, I ponder to myself as she walks away to help another customer. I’ve never seen anyone who looks like her before, and I’m drawn to her instantly. She’s unlike any other woman I’ve met, and I can’t help but want to know more.
My, prominent leader of the compound, father would tell me that my thoughts about her verge on the side of sinful, but they’re not here to do anything about it this time—no preaching to me about the ways of the devil and lust. No beating me with a belt and demanding I repent.
Back home, there was a zero staring policy when it came to women. If you looked too long, it was considered lust.
The shift has flown by, and my feet ache from being on them all night but doing this feels right. Supporting myself, doing what I want to do for the first time in my life. I’m not dragged down with rules or smacked for doing the wrong thing.
The best part is her.
Mia comes over to cash out a patron’s tab and I watch her delicate fingers push buttons on the cash register. I’ve got a lot to learn, and I’m not afraid to put in the work.
“Good work tonight, handsome. Same time and place tomorrow.” I nod my head and start to walk away.
She hollers at me, “Hey, Brooks.”
I spin around, my eyes landing on those sapphire blues. “You’ll be making sex drinks in no time.” She winks at me.
I never expected someone like her and now that I know she exists; I’m going to do whatever I have to do to make her mine. Even if that means damning my soul to hell forever. Hell, I’m already spiritually dead, what’s another notch.
One year later
“Hey man, hold up for a minute.” Wyatt walks up behind me while I’m in the kitchen. It’s a small space so we take up most of the room. The coffee pot makes sputtering noises as I wait for it to finish.
I nod our usual hello. “What’s up, Wyatt?”
“Need to talk to you about something.”
“Alright.”
“So, you know Kaylen and I haven’t been dating long, but I think she’s the one. We’ve decided to move in