Page 12 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

Chapter Five

Franky staredat me blankly for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, he looked around the bar and then met my gaze. “You’ve seen it?”

“It was kind of an accident. But yeah, I did.”

He glanced at Eric.

Eric rolled his shoulders, cocked his head slightly, and then raised his eyebrows. “Fucker fell out the bottom of my shorts.”

Franky looked at Eric, blinked a few times, and then shook his head. “Just fell out?”

“Uh huh.”

“Like dropping a tomato on the way to the shopping cart?” Franky chuckled. “It just fell out?”

Eric shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah, kind of. It happens all the time.”

Franky lifted his chin and peered over the bar. “Get it out. I want to see it.”

“Now?” He glanced over each shoulder. “Right here in the bar?”

“We’ll, I’m not going to go out in the alley and look at your cock. Just whip the fucker out.”

“Man, I don’t know. Seems kind of weird getting it out in the bar and showing it to you.”

Franky scanned the bar. “Act like you’ve never whipped it out in a bar.” He cleared his throat. “If I was a girl, you’d yank it out, wouldn’t you?”

“Probably.”

“Probably? Bullshit. You’d break your wrist trying to get it out.” He stepped to the side and peered over Eric’s shoulder. “Karen! Come here for a minute.”

I turned around. A lanky brunette with bedroom eyes, a beach tan, and jean shorts stood up. The denim hugged the bottom of her butt cheeks in a gravity-defying manner. With her eyes fixed on Franky, she sashayed toward us in a few long strides.

She stepped beside me and leaned over the bar. “What’s up?”

“See this guy?” He nodded toward Eric.

She looked at Eric, grinned, and then looked at Franky. “Yeah.”

“What would you say if I told you he had a dick as big around as your wrist and longer than your forearm?”

She raised her right arm, looked it over, and then clamped the fingers of her left hand around her wrist.

She looked at me. Her mouth twisted into a smirk.

I wagged my eyebrows.

“I’d say bullshit.” She shifted her eyes from Franky to Eric. “No offense, but Greg Bastion has a dick not near the size of my wrist and it’s eight inches long. Biggest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Eric looked at her arm and chuckled.

She shook her head in disbelief. “Everyone says they’ve got an eight incher, but none of them do. The eight-inch crew is always whipping out a fiver.” She looked at Eric. “Again, no offense.”

“Tell her what you told me.” Franky said.

Eric looked up. “Thirteen.”

She blinked a few times. “Thirteen what?”