Page 27 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

“She said she had a bunch of orgasms,” Eric said. “I think it wore her out.”

Franky chuckled a fake laugh. “I bet it did.”

“She had a nice--” Eric wagged his eyebrows.

Franky widened his eyes. “Pussy? Karen? She had a nice pussy?”

Eric grinned. “Uh huh.”

I almost barfed.

“I guess that’s a plus,” Franky said.

Franky’s eyes shot to me. He held my gaze for a minute, and then let out a long sigh. “Well, it’s Saturday. In another hour we’ll be busy, and we’ll stay that way until late. All we can do is see who comes in, and go from there.”

“Don’t forget to use the show as a lure,” I said. “And they have to think that I don’t know about it. If they think I do, it’ll never work.”

“Are you leaving now, or are you going to wait a while?” Franky asked.

I wrinkled my brow and stared. “Huh?”

He stepped away from the bar and crossed his arms. “How in the hell am I going to convince someone to go with him to the house – with you sitting here – and make them believe that you don’t know what’s going on?”

I hadn’t given it much thought. He was right. I was going to need to leave.

“Fine.” I looked at Eric. “I’ll be at the house.”

“Sounds good,” he said.

“Don’t forget. Once you get back there, be nice to them. Talk sweet and stuff. Tell them all kinds of heartwarming shit before you fuck them. And, you should get under the covers when you have sex, so Kelli can air it on the show.”

He grinned. “Okay.”

I wanted a more convincing response, but wasn’t surprised that I didn’t receive one. Convinced Eric was an idiot and there was no way our plan was going to work, I slid off the edge of the barstool and shook my head.

“I guess I’m leaving now.”

“We’ll get it all worked out,” Franky said. “Just give us a little time.”

“I’ll find something to do for the rest of the day,” I said. “I’ll see you guys later.”

One thing I didn’t want to do was drink. My stomach was in knots and the thought of a margarita made matters worse. For the first time in as long as I could recall, drinking wasn’t something I wanted to think about.

I took one last look at Franky and turned toward the door.

It seemed strange leaving Eric in the bar with Franky. If nothing else I could relax at the pool and get some sun.

I wondered if a nap might be a better idea, especially if I was going to be up late with the Nerd and Afro watching Eric fuck another barfly.

As I pulled the door closed behind me, I decided a nap beside the pool would solve all my problems.

At least until Eric got home.