I’m in the Beverly Center looking for something to wear to Alyna’s graduation. I go into Banana Republic and find a decent pair of pants and a shirt.
I walk up to the counter to pay, but nobody’s there to complete the transaction. A gay guy walks by and says, “Is someone helping you?”
I say, “No.”
He gets on a telephone and makes the following storewide page: “Amy to the front register, Amy to the front register.” Then he says, “Someone will be right with you,” and disappears somewhere in the back instead of selling me the clothes himself.
When Amy comes to the register I almost shit my pants. Amy is Scarface, who I haven’t dealt with since she last called me and I rejected her offer to take me on a date. In the light of day I notice that Scarface has a hot little body, but her hairlip is more repulsive than I remember.
I’m not positive she remembers me as I toss my shit down on the counter in front of her, but when she says, “So how’ve you been?” I’m pretty sure she knows exactly who I am.
I have to say, “Fine. You?”
“Oh, pretty good. You know, just working.”
I wonder what Scarface is like in the sack as she slides my credit card through the machine. I imagine she would let me do anything I wanted to her, even if it caused her physical discomfort or even pain. That is slightly interesting to me. I decide that anything Scarface would let me do to her if I tried to fuck her Alyna would more than likely do with me willingly. As a result I make no small talk with Scarface as she wraps up my clothes.
As I sign the receipt and she gives me my card back along with my bag of clothes, she says, “Hey, I’ve got a break coming in like five minutes. Do you wanna go get some Starbucks?”
I look at my watch and say, “You know what, I’d actually really like to, but I have to be at my friend’s house in fifteen minutes.”
She says, “Oh, yeah, that’s cool. I just thought maybe, you know. It’s cool.”
I don’t say anything as I exit Banana Republic with my graduation outfit. I get into my car in the parking structure and realize the possibility of this interaction causing Scarface to call me again is not entirely implausible. I hope that she’s lost my number as I pull onto Beverly and head back to my apartment, where I jerk off thinking about Scarface eating Alyna out while I fuck her.