Lucy looked around the smoky room, her emotions an interesting mixture of delight and disgust, disgust at what these idiots were doing to their bodies, delight because soon enough, she'd have them all as clients. Her face showed neither of these. She wore a look that, while neither mean nor intimidating, clearly gave the message that she was not on the market, and was quite happy being alone thank you very much.
After scanning the room again, she revised her earlier thought; she would only have most of them as clients. There were a few who weren't here for selfish reasons. There was even one (she almost did a double take when she reached him) who was here for a selfless reason! Her expression changed to one of amazement. What was a selfless person doing in the Dirty Shamrock, possibly the shadiest bar in the entire city of Faldne Engle, Utah?
An idea popped in her head that gave her an evil grin. She got up from where she was, and started walking over in such a way, that it would be impossible for this man, this anomaly, not to notice. As she was getting closer, Lucy thought to herself "I really am a little Devil."
John, meanwhile, was completely oblivious to the beautiful temptation of a woman whose attention he had caught. He was too caught up in his own thoughts, most of which centered on what had brought him here this Friday night. His night had started like many others for him, he turned on his T.V., opened a can of Mountain Dew, and got settled in for a marathon of whatever caught his fancy. Just as he was starting to find some shows he liked, his cell phone went off. Sam was on the other end. Sam was one of John's oldest friends, if not one of his closest. He and Sam had grown apart as Sam spent more and more of his time in bars. The only reason he was calling John was because he needed a designated driver, and he knew that John wouldn't turn him down. John agreed, picked Sam up, and then spent the next two hours trying not to look at anyone in the run down pub, and praying for anything that would get him out of there sooner.
He didn't notice the woman walking towards him until she was at his table. "Hey there." He looked up, and saw Lucy looking down at him. "I thought you were looking lonely," she said, "So I thought I'd come say hello." She gave him a grin that made him nervous, but a little exited at the same time. "Want me to get you a drink?"
That startled him. "Oh, no, thank you, really, but, um," He didn't want her to leave, but he had a strict no drinking policy for himself. Not for religious reasons or anything like that, he just didn't trust himself drunk. "I'm sorry, but it's just that, ah, I don't really drink. I'm just here to make sure a friend gets home safely."
"Aw, that's sweet of you. Well, how about I get you a soft drink, if you don't want a hard one?"
"That would be nice, thank you." She got up, and walked off the same way she walked over, only this time, he noticed. He gulped. The way she was swinging her ass, and in a way that was only obvious from where he was sitting, he knew exactly what she was up to. It looked like his prayers had been answered. Just not in the way he had expected.
As Lucy walked away from John's table, she chuckled to herself. It hadn't taken much, but it looked like he was hooked. He surprised her. She had thought that he was only rationalizing his selfless reason, but no, it really was true. Why else would a person who didn't drink, and got so flustered around pretty women (Which by the way, she found very cute) be anywhere near a place like this? She got the drinks, two Mountain Dews (she pulled the fact that this was his favorite from his mind, and to be honest, it was hers too) and started walking back. She saw that his eyes had never left her, but she pretended not to notice. He wasn't leering, he looked confused, and amazed of course.
When she got back, she gave him his drink, and took a sip of hers. After she put the cup down, she asked "You know, I don't think I ever got your name."
He quickly put his cup down, and answered "Sorry about that. The names John, John Carpenter. And you are…?"
"Lucy, Lucy Firr."
"Interesting name. So Lucy, what do you do? Workwise, I mean."
She grinned. "Well, most people wouldn't think it, but actually, I'm technically a CEO."
"Really? Well then, if you're so high up the corporate ladder, what brings you to a place like this?"
""Nothing really, it's just that most of the people in here will end up being clients of my company at some point or another, so I like to come see how our assets are coming along."
John frowned. "That's not the nicest way to talk about people. I mean, sure, this certainly isn't the shining example of humanity, but they're still people."
She winced a little. She had to get used to talking to humans again. Too much time around her siblings and their employees were doing bad things to her vocabulary. "Sorry about that, too much time in the board room. So what is it that you do John?"
"I'm a free-lance programmer," he responded, a hint of pride in his voice. "It's nice because I get to work from home, but there's not a whole lot of money in it."
"Speaking of home," she said, her tone turning more seductive, "How about you take me to yours?"
That caused him to almost choke. When he looked up after nearly hacking up a lung, he saw that she was grinning wickedly, and in a way that made him positive he hadn't misheard her. "Are, are you sure?" he asked, still confused. He knew he wasn't bad looking, but no amount of positive self-image would ever let him believe that he was anywhere near her level. "Why me, If you don't mind me asking?"
"You're the most interesting person in this place." She said truthfully. "And, before I came over here, you were looking like you could use a reason to leave."
He nodded. He certainly didn't mind leaving, especially not if she was coming with him. "Okay then, let me just get my friend, and we can be off."
She grimaced. "Just leave him, I'm sure he'll be fine."
He shook his head. "I can't do that Lucy. I promised I'd get him home safely, and I always keep my promises. Don't worry," he said, giving her a smile. "He only lives a little ways from here, it'll only take a few minutes."
John quickly collected Sam, who protested at first, but shut up as soon as he saw John's reason for leaving. He was quiet the whole ride to his apartment, he just kept looking between John and Lucy, silently wondering how his friend had managed to pick up such a babe when he had literally been doing nothing!
After Sam got out of the car, John started towards his apartment. Luckily, Sam's place was close to the bar, so it didn't take too long to get there. John apologized for having to take care of his friend, but Lucy just smiled. She may have given him grief earlier, but deep down, she liked that he kept his promise to his friend. She liked that he had that sense of responsibility, even if the person he was being responsible for wasn't worthy of it, in her opinion.
Once they were on their way again, Lucy asked a lot of questions about his job. John happily answered; not many people were interested in what he did, his friends because they couldn't understand it, his parents because he didn't make as much money as they thought he should. They always pressured him to try to get a job with Google, but he didn't want to because he felt it would limit his freedom. Lucy, for her part, just liked hearing John talk about something that interested him. She really liked him, and was hoping this wouldn't be another one-night-stand for her. She would have been overjoyed if she knew that he liked her too, although not as much once she learned that he liked just about anyone who took an interest in his work.
He did ask some questions about her, but she mostly just brushed them off. It wasn't that she didn't want him to know, but she felt like her answers would kill the mood, what was left of it anyway, after Sam was in the car.
As soon as John shut the door to his apartment, Lucy started working to rebuild the mood. This started with her attaching her face to John's, catching him by surprise. He quickly regained his footing, and was soon kissing her just a fiercely. They started moving towards the bedroom, John leading the way because he knew where it was, both of them shedding clothes along the way. As they threw themselves on the bed, John was grateful for the fact that he lived alone.
There is more I want to add to the end of this chapter, so it may show up in the beginning of the next one.