MISS AMSTERDAM
“That’s exactly what I’m shootin’ for,” I mirrored.
“That’s the best kind,” she replied.
“And you’re still… hot.”
“That’s no way to talk to your teacher,” she smiled back.
“We’re at the park, and the last time you were my teacher was six years ago.”
“Still, it had to be said…”
“Sorry if I made you feel awkward, didn’t mean to.”
“I’m talkin’ about you tellin’ me I’m still hot. That’s what had to be said… ‘Cause I sure am,” she said behind another smile, biting her lip.
“Glad you’re aware of the situation,” I smiled, stepping over my cigarette.
“Who’s this?”
“His name’s Rocky. My dose of sanity in this fucked-up world.”
“He’s really cute!” she said, getting down on her knees to pet him. “Still complaining about the modern times? I remember you and your buddy doing that all through high school… That and laying blondes,” she smiled. “Still at it I guess?”
“On and off… Never stopped complaining about the modern fucking times, though…”
“I feel you on that one…”
“Trouble in married paradise?”
“How do you know?”
“I remember you were married and had a kid in school… Most marriages turn to shit after 10 years… One’s only right to assume.”
“One would be right to do so… Contemplating a divorce,” she continued, dragging out a cigarette.
“Here,” I said, lighting it. “Congrats on the move.”
“Thanks!” she said, taking a drag. “News making you happy?”
“Of course. I’m a big fan of divorce, I cheer for it every time I get the chance.”
“Glad I can make your day.”
“You did… Especially the breaking-out-of-jail thoughts… And the look. The mix got me pretty hard…”
“The looks are to blame both ways.”
“No shit…” I smiled.
“Yeah… That and suppressing it when you were my student. Now see… That kinda gets me a little wet.”
“Fuck, it must be like Niagara down there…”
“You can always check for yourself.”
Three hours later I was sure of what I only supposed in high school - the woman knows the best kind of fucking. Maverick was buzzing the tower when the sweat of her body stopped covering mine, the vamp making blood pour out of my lips before rolling over.
“Well worth the wait,” she said, flaming a cigarette.
“Glad to be of service.”
“You’re damn right you were… So, did I rise to your expectations… That fucking Miss Amsterdam nickname you and your friend had for me?”
“You knew about that?”
“‘Course I knew.”
“You sure did. And we called you that because you looked damn good… You still do. Too hot to handle with kid gloves.”
She smiled and reached for my lips.
“Thank you.”
“Now he owes me $1000.”
"Don't fucking tell me..."
"Yeah. We made a bet on who lays you first..."
"Animals!" she smiled, biting my neck. “It feels amazing. All this here… But I shouldn’t make plans, right?”
“Why not, Miss Amsterdam?”
“I assume this is an one-night shit,” she smiled. “No repeat business…”
“Why would you assume that? You don’t take the kid to the candy store and expect him to pick only one fucking candy.”
“So I guess…” her reply got quenched by a kiss. “… you’ll give me your number?” she said, pouring her glass of wine on my chest.
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