Summer Girl (14 page)

"I don't want to put you to sleep," laughed
the woman.

"Was I that obvious?" said Lena.

"I don't mind. I'm glad to offer you a
break."

Lena walked back to the bar, delivering a
Brett's Jack Daniels along the way. “Six-fifty, please.”

Brett smiled, “Thank you, Miss,” he said
grabbing his drink.

“No inappropriate touching this time?” said
Lena, almost sounding disappointed.

“What I want to do, we can't do out here,”
said Brett.

Lena swallowed and felt another flood of
wetness between her legs. “And what would that be, Brett?”

“Spank that luscious little ass of
yours.”

“I don't do that,” said Lena.

“A five hundred dollar tip sez you do. Ten
smacks, that's it. Comes out to fifty dollars a spank. I'd be
feeling a bit of pride right now if I were you.”

Lena grabbed her empty tray and walked off,
wanting to do it, but disgusted at how badly she wanted to.