Ethan stared out at the open road. How monotonous. Even driving through cities was boring. Ethan needed to sleep soon. He had been driving for so long without stopping unless he needed gas. He had reached the Mississippi state line and decided he would stop once he reached Jackson. He found a cheap motel and pulled into the parking lot. Most motels or hotels have little restaurants or bars attached and so did this one even though it was a little dingier. The name of the bar attached was The Route 69 Bar. Funny, route 69 is nowhere near here. Ethan smiled at the filthy establishment. Just my kind of place.

Ethan walked up to the door and pushed through. The bar was dimly lit and gave off a faint smell of mold mixed with stale beer. There were only a few people in there. Two men at a booth dealing with something illegal most likely. A young girl and much older guy snuggled up in a booth as well. Ethan noticed the man wore a wedding ring and the lady did not. He was reminded of his dad and Ethan gagged a little. Ethan walked over to the bartender. The bartender gave him a once over and began laughing.

“Sorry kid. Can’ serve you. The law y’know.” Ethan looked shocked. He always got away with buying alcohol. He never had anyone think he was his real age.

“How’d you know?” The bartender kept laughing.

“Sonny I been working in this bar since I was a lil’ ‘un. I know people.” Ethan figured he would just give up.

“Alright I’ll have a…” The bartender cut him off.

“I can’t serve ya, but if a patron bought you ‘un and I didn’t know bout it…” His voice trailed off as he pointed to the jukebox. A woman in her mid twenties stood facing the box. She was having trouble picking a song and Ethan could see she was fidgeting. Ethan winked at the bartender and walked over to the woman.

“I see you can’t pick a song.” Ethan ran his fingers through his hair. He noticed she had lean, tanned legs. She turned around. Her teased hair fell around her shoulders. She had the country look going. Jean mini skirt, boots, straw hat, plaid shirt.

“Yeah I was just thinking bout it. Who ar’ ya?” Ethan loved accents. He also loved her accents which were about to pop out.

“I’m just a traveling guy. Come through Jackson on the way to Miami. Anything else you’d like to know?” She seemed a little slower than Ethan’s usual hit-ons, but he dug that southern thing.

“What’s your name?”

“Ethan Egan. And yours?” Ethan smiled. She smiled back at him.

“I’m Darla. My folks named me after my nana on my mama’s side. How bout I buy ya a drink and ya tell me bout your trip?” Ethan watched as Darla sidled over to the bar. As she walked back with two cups of scotch, Ethan noticed the bartender smirk at him from the bar. Darla sat down in booth and Ethan joined her. She slid up next to him quickly. Ethan reveled in the attention. They began discussing the details of Ethan’s journey. He went into detail very little. He mostly talked about how badly his dad treated him. This was both true and not true. By the end of the night, Ethan had Darla eating out of the palm of his hand.

“So my dad kicked me out and now I’m going to live with my grandmother, who is very, very ill.” Darla looked on the verge of tears.

“You poor baby. Is there anything I can do for you?” With this she perked up. Ethan realized her foot was traveling up his leg and into his crotch.

“Well I was going to get a hotel room. You’re welcome to join me. If you like.” Ethan was hoping she would. Darla hesitated a moment.

“Ya mentioned how ya saved up money and ya don’t have much left. I’m not cheap.” Ethan’s head turned on a little light bulb. He wanted to get laid, but he probably couldn’t afford it. He frowned.

“How much?” She pushed her hair back, revealing her sun-kissed collarbone. Ethan wanted to kiss it.

“Well normally I’m 500 for the night. But I think I can make an exception, especially ‘cause I think you’re just too cute.” Ethan wanted to hear the figure. And touch one.

“How much is it going to set me back?” Ethan didn’t know how low she’d go with her price but he couldn’t afford anything higher than 100 bucks.

“250.” Ethan cringed.

“I can only handle 100 bucks at the most. Is there any way you can make it lower?” Darla was the one who cringed.

“Tell ya what. What’s your room number at the motel?”

“777.” Ethan quickly remember the motel numbers. Having lost business a long time ago, the two floor motel had various numbers nailed to the door. The numbers that looked like they were taken off mailboxes.

“I’ll think about the price and make up my mind. I’ll be there by midnight if I decide to come. How’s that?” Ethan couldn’t deny that was a good deal.

“I’ll see you, unless I don’t. But I hope I do.” With that, he leaned in and kissed her on the corner of her mouth. Ethan left the bar, nodding to the bartender as he walked out the door. He sat in the room for what seemed like hours. At midnight exactly, just as Ethan was about to go to sleep, there was a soft knock on the door. He jumped up to open it. Darla slid into the room.

“I decided to knock another 150 off my price. Does that work with ya?” But before Ethan could say anything, Darla had pounced and pinned him on the bed. Exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues, Darla began taking off all clothing involved. Before Ethan could realize it, they were buck naked.

“Wow.” Darla smiled.

“I knew ya’d be impressed. I got something else for ya too.” Ethan’s smile quickly vanished.

“What do you mean?” Darla reached down into her pockets and pulled out a snack baggie full of little white pills.

“It’s ecstasy. Ever tried it?” Ethan tensed up. He didn’t ever think about experimenting with drugs, but he was starting to wonder if it would be worth it.

“I haven’t. Some kids I went to school with tried it…” Before Ethan could say anything else Darla had put two tablets in his mouth. Ethan digested them. “When will it kick in?” Ethan wanted to get this show on the road. He had waited this long as a virgin and he was ready to change that.

“In a little while. While you wait for the experience on your life, let me get you nice and relaxed.” Darla’s hands traveled south of the border and began massaging both his cock and his inner thighs. He was starting to get aroused, but how long could he wait for the E to kick in before they got jiggy with it? Suddenly Ethan realized he was hallucinating. Ethan began seeing wild shapes and colors all around him.

Holy shit. This is crazy.” Darla smiled.

“We’ll get started in a little while. Just keep waiting.” After another twenty minutes, Ethan realized he was starting to get extremely tired. His vision blurred too. Ethan could see a fuzzy shape moving around and he noticed, just before he passed out, that the figure had gone out the door.

Ethan woke up the next morning. He surveyed the room around him. His clothes were all on the floor, leaving him buck naked. Ethan began laughing. What a stupid bitch. She was trying to rob me. Damn, we didn't even have sex. Oh well. He got up and dressed himself. Ethan gathered his cell phone, which he had taped under the sink.

“Hello, Jackson Police…I want to inform you there is a prostitute working at the Route 69 Bar. She has a bag of ecstasy…yes I believe she might try to distribute…she offered me some last night as she tried to pick me up…I’m just trying to be a good citizen…thank you officer.” Ethan shut his phone and wandered over to the bathroom. He pulled his keys out of the toilet tank. Walking back into the bedroom, he stood up on the bed and pulled his wallet out of the vent. He gave the room a glance over to make sure he had everything and walked outside. As Ethan descended the stairs, he saw a cop car pull up outside the bar and an officer go inside. Ethan got into his car and drove off as Darla was escorted out in handcuffs. He looked into the rear view mirror and smirked. Miami, here I come.