A tall attractive blonde walked into the Seven/24 diner. Carla pulls the cigarette from between her lips almost gagging, blowing smoke across the table. “Hey, check it out,” gesturing to Angel as the curvaceous blonde walked up to the counter.
“What's she doing here?” Angel asked in a disgusting tone.
“Looks like she's here to talk to lover-boy.”
“Yah right. I bet all she wants to do is talk,” glancing down at her painted on jeans.
“Who is she?” Melinda asked.
“I guess you could say you're looking at Angel's worst nightmare,” Carla replied, smirking at Angel. "Cause she's got really big tits.” directed at Angel's barely B's.
“Least I don't go walking around with my underwear halfway up my crack.”
Carla looked to Melinda, trading another drag from her cigarette. “Her name's Holly Wood, if you can believe that. She's a dancer down at Club Circus.”
“What's she doing here?” Melinda asked.
“Looks to me like she's checkin out lover-boy,” Carla said, almost laughing.
“I think she's pretty.”
Angel glared at Melinda.
“Careful, Mouse.” Carla replied, “You're treading on thin ice here.”
Angel looked back at the tall blonde. “Look at her…” watching as she leans over the counter talking to Al. “Fucking date bait, cause there's no way those are fucking real. Christ, if she bends over any more she's liable to fall over.”
“Face it Ange, you're jealous.”
“Yah right. If she wants to talk to Al, that's his problem. For all I care they can go and fuck each other's brains out and it wouldn't bother me in the least. She's just a fucking cum bucket.”
“What's a cum bucket” Melinda curiously asked.
“Something guys jerk-off into,” Carla replied.
“Oh…” taken slightly aback.
Carla looked up just as the blonde was about to leave. “I think she's leaving.”
“Cunt..!” Angel muttered under her breath, looking over at Al stepping out from behind the counter to get a better view as blonde walked out of the diner.
“And here I thought you didn’t care?”
“I don’t!” Angel said, angrily throwing her things back into her purse as she stood up to leave. “Outta my way, creep,” pushing her way past Al as she walked out of the diner.
“What's the matter with her?” Al asked, looking over at Carla.
“You mean you have to ask?”
“What..? We were just talking.”
“Then maybe you should explain the drool running down the side of your face.” She looked to Melinda, “Come on Mouse,” standing up from the table. “I gotta go back to work. And you gotta go find Angel. And Al…” Eyes to Al, “Go flush your head down the toilet.”
Al watched as Melinda and Carla stepped out into the street.
Carla reached over and tugged on Melinda's zipper. “It feels like it's gonna be another cold one tonight so you better bundle up,” zipping up the front of Melinda's jacket. “You know where she's gonna be, don't ya?”
“And you do whatever she tells you to do.”
“Angel really does like Al, doesn't she?”
“Yah... She does.,” staring back at the diner. “Just don't tell her I told you so.”
“But if she really does like him, why doesn't she want anybody to know?”
“That's something you gotta ask her, so you better get going. And if she's not there, just wait for her, okay?”
“For being my friend.”
“Yah well, don't let it go to your head.—So what are you still doing here? Get going,” scooting Melinda along.
Everybody likes Carla, including me. I think she's even starting to like me. She's really nice. And she's really funny and always cracking jokes, especially when her and Angel are together. Sometimes we spend more time laughing and goofing off than we do working.
Melinda stood on their usual corner waiting for Angel. A fancy fucking car came to a stop across the street. Angel climbed out, unaware that Melinda was standing on the other side waiting for her.
“Nice parking job, asshole!” calling back at the drive, stepping over a puddle to the curb as the car drove away. She looked up and saw Melinda standing on the opposite corner. “What's the matter, never seen a Ho before?”
“So quit fucking staring,” straightening out her bra.
Angel crossed the street over to Melinda. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Carla tell you where to find me?”
“No. But I knew you'd be here.”
“Nothing gets past you anymore, does it?”
They walked along.
“Did you and Al ever--you know..?”
“God, you're nosy.”
“Well, did you?”
“No.—And even if we had, what business is that of yours?”
“Well don't. Cause you're creeping me out.”
“So do you love him?”
“Who?,” pretending not to know who Melinda talking about.”
“What's Carlie been telling you anyway?”
“I bet she hasn't.”
“So do you?”
“Do I what?”
“No,” making a face.
“Cause I don't.”
“Does he love you?”
“I don't know,” shrugging. “Maybe…” knowing all the while that he does.
“If you weren't a hooker, would you..?”
“Look.,” cutting her off. “What I do with my life is my business. And I'd greatly appreciate it if you'd keep your nose out of it--I mean I like you a lot. You're like a kid sister to me. But just don't push it,” as she starts to walk away.
“Angel, wait.” rushing to catch up with Angel. “I’m sorry.”
“You should be.”
They continue to walk side by side, Melinda struggling to keep up.
“What is it now?” On the verge of being annoyed.
“Could you really fuck somebody's brains out?”
“I don't know?” trying to imagine. “I don't think so... But you could probably really damage yourself trying.”
Melinda looked up at Angel, “Do you think I'm a cum bucket?”
“What makes you ask me that?”
“Cause I let guys jerk-off inside me..!”
“Yah, but that's different.”
‘It's just is. And besides, she's just giving it away.”
“I guess…” Melinda said, shrugging. “But she was pretty.”
“Yah, I bet you are.”
Melinda smiled, but Angel cut her off before she could speak. “Shut-up! She's still just a fucking bimbo as far as I'm concerned.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Yah. And don't you forget it. Now move over,” Angel said, pushing Melinda aside with a shove of her hip. “Cause you're standing in my lucky spot.”