Chapter 2: Wayne

Wayne’s POV

I watch as them hips dance in front of me beggin’ for my attention. I throw my head back guzzlin’ the beer down my throat. Lookin’ up at the hanging fly traps in this dusty, dirty old bar, I loved so much. I watch this woman struts her stuff in front of me her wide hips keepin’ me entertained. Her dried out fake blond hair runnin’ down her back. She looks back at me with a sly smile. She’s gonna be the one Imma take home tonight, I had already made up my mind. I look over at Smitty making my eyebrows jump. He shook his head with a smile as he brought his beer to his lips.

"Listen up, Bear." He called out to me over the loud country music. I was to focused on the view in front of me, damn them hips.

"Hey!" He slapped the back of my head with a thud, only causing me slight pain.

"What the fuck." I say rubbing the back of my head.

"Can ya listen to me, then get back ta Tracey's hip show?"

I unwilling take my eyes from the women he called Tracey.

My eyes travel to the dance floor I watch as Smitty's younger brother, Timmy Boy, was dancin' like the idiot I knew him to be. His arms in the air as he awkwardly moves his hips back and forth looking nervous as a chubby woman grinds her ass against him makin’ me chuckle.

"Now listen hear, would ya?"

"'Ur baby brother sure gots the moves." I tell Smitty with a grin.

"That little fucker is just tryin' to get his dick wet."

"Someone should tell him that those moves ain't helpin’ him any." Smitty and I laugh at his brother expense.

"Anyway, Bailey's gonna be in town tomorrow. Could ya do me a favor and be nice. If she needs anything? Imma be busy all day and can't run over and check on her."

"Bailey?" I asked havin’ no idea who the hell he was talkin’ bout.

"Yeah, Uncle Jack's granddaughter." The memories of a chubby little girl come to mind, she ain't been around in a bit.

"I ain't wantin’ to spend my time off, takin’ care of 'ur chubby little cousin." I tell him annoyed. I get the next two weeks off duty and helping a chubby girl get situated in that old man's house is not what I would call ideal.

"Would ya just stop bein' a dick and do me a favor." He responded.

I wanted badly to say no, but old man Jack was a military man, his son -her father- dying in a war that I was in not too long ago.

Damn I'm a dick.

"Yeah, if she needs a helpin' hand, I'll help her out." I tell him waving Cindy over to get another beer. My Fake big tittied blond was over at the bar givin’ her attention to Danny Boy now.

"Look what you did." I muttered to Smitty, he just laughed and hit my shoulder, well on to the next.

"I better get back home before Sammy gets on me." I roll my eyes at my friend. Why the man would get married so young was somethin' I had no interest in knowin’. Not when the market was fun as all get-out.

"Tell Sammy I say hi." I tell him as he gets up to leave.

At least Sammy was a good woman; wife material. They got married young and have been married since. Smitty's woman sure does wears the pants, but Smitty would never admit it.

When he’s gone, I'm left with my boneheaded best friend, Luke. Staring at his phone with a goofy ass smile. I groan putting my hand in front of it to catch his attention. He looks up at me with his goofy grin that he's been wearin’ since he asked Lily to marry him. I couldn't believe my wing man was no more.

Smitty almost killed him when he found out about Lily and Luke a year ago. I smile at the memory of Smitty chasin' Luke around this bar with a look that could kill.

"Lily's wantin’ me to get home." He says standing.

What the fuck?

"What the fuck." I say out loud.

"She wants me home." He says again makin’ it known he's about to get some. I wave him off.

"I'll never be as pussy wiped as you." I tell him.

"When she's the one, she's the one, my man!" He says hitting my shoulders roughly.

"Yeah, yeah married pussy is boring." I tell him he just chuckles with a shrug then leaves out the main entrance. Fuck, now it's down to me and Timmy Boy. I shoulda had the rest of the guys come out. Timmy Boy was now grabbing the chubby girls' hips and gettin’ into it, better him than me I thought.

The blondey from before came to sit next to me. With a flirtatious smile, placing her hand on my thigh. I give her my panty droppin’ smile. I ask her, her name and her face falls before she recovered it with that smile again.

"I'm Tracey." She tells me, with lust thick in voice. Her voice squeaky and slightly annoyed me but a few drinks would get rid of that.

"Bear." I tell her. She brings her hand up further.

"Oh, I know, we've done this before." She tells me coyly. We have? Damn. I can't be bringin’ home the same woman. I learnt that the hard way when I was in my early twenties. They get attached, clingy and I'm not for that shit. Maybe one more night won't hurt. The pickings on this Thursday night ain't much. She'll have to do. Plus, she'll be easy, and I enjoy easy.

I been around town a time or two, I knew the day was comin' that'd I'd have to fuck someone I already had. Or go to the next town over, I smile that the idea.

It didn't take long before I was leading blondey to my house in her little white Honda. I sat in My truck listening to Morgen Wallen on the radio. She insisted more than once she would ride with me but that wasn't gonna happen. When morning came, she needed to leave, and I wasn't gonna be drivin’ her back to town.

Pulling into my driveway with the little Honda tailing me. I take my time getting out of my truck. Making blondey ready and eager waiting on me. All these women I slept with; everyone had some fantasy they could tame me, reel me in. It makes me laugh at the thought.

"What you smilin’ about?" She asks me with an annoyed smile. The moment we pulled into my driveway she jumped out of her little car. Her red dress ridin’ up just right under that ass.

"Nothin, come on." I say taking her hand leading the way into my house, we sit on the couch, drinkin’ beer before I get my green light and when I do, I walk her into my dark bedroom. I push her back into the bed. She giggles tryin' to sound cute and shit, but it sounded like a man chuckling, ungraceful and annoying. I get to work throwing off my black T-shirt. She pulls off her dress exposing her body to me. She lay on my bed propped up on her elbows. Wearin' little yellow panties and a pink bra. Her titties already pouring out of it.

She was trying to act timid and coy; I knew better. This woman has done this a time or two. An easy fuck, nothin’ more, nothin’ like Sammy or Lily, nothin’ that would be more than a night. Not to me anyway.

I dive in and make the night last until early morning.

Normally I fucked them and sent them home. Tonight, I let her stay just so I could get it from her a couple more times throughout the night. She smelt bad and her outrageous moaning annoyed me so badly the second time around. I was done after round two.

I got up a little after 0700 hours which for me was sleeping in. I didn’t sleep well; I was normally up at 0400 hours. The blondey, God what was her name! Laid sleeping, droolin’ on of one my pillows. Which was not cute at all, I openly grimace. I try to get her to wake up, but she annoyingly just laid there.

I couldn't handle her smell on me anymore and jumped through a quick shower. I began my work out routine deciding I'd skip my run considering this chick wouldn't get up even after my fifth attempt. What was I gonna do? Drag her out? I was a dick but not like that.

I began my curl-ups, the bar in my doorway. I gotta keep myself up to keep 'em little shits who fancy themselves as Marines in line. I face away from the annoying woman that laid in my bed. Luke and Lily came to mind. I was more annoyed than I had shown that he was gettin’ hitched. Selfishly, I know. He was happy and so should I but damn buddy we are only twenty-eight.

That would never be me. Ain't no women I know any kind of my marriage material. Ain't none even close to what my Mama is. Strong, independent, but loving and graceful at the same time. Yeah, yeah, I know mama's boy.

My Mama was a gem. Taking all those drunken bastards blows my whole life. Protecting me and my brother from his drunken outrages. Daddy did beat us when mama had to work, she’d see the bruises but never seen them beatin’s. Nobody in this fucking town put a stop to it neither. We grew up on the wrong side of the tracks for anyone to care.

It was mama who stopped the beatin's. Threatenin’ my daddy with a shot gun when he'd went to far and beat Alan for spillin' some milk on the table in front of Mama.

I hadn’t seen him since.

My mama was a real one. The women I slept with every night could not even compare in the slightest. Not with her cookin' or love. Mama tells me to go for

a chubby woman one like herself but I told her that ain't bout to happen. If I were to even consider a woman to even be in a serious relationship with, she had to meet my requirements.

She needed to be at least 5'7, I'm 6'5. That's only fair. Right? She's gotta have long legs and a nice ass. Titties are a plus but I ain't a big titty guy. I'm an ass man. She needed to be a freak in the sheets but a lady in the streets. Good at cookin is a must. Mama laughed at me when I told her this.

"Boy this ain't Build-A-Bear. You live in fantasy land." She scolded me. I just chuckled at that, then got a big wack to the back of the head.

Finishing up my morning routine. I take another quick shower to rinse off the sweat from my workout and wash my hair. I make myself eggs and bacon. Annoyed with the damned woman still snorin’ in my bed like a grown man. What the fuck was I thinkin’. This is why I don't sleep with very many women more than once. They get even more ideas when I do.

My phone began to ring, and Mama's name popped up.

"Howdy, Mama." I say into the phone.

"Boy it's almost noon why ain't ya here. Alan still ain't off work and I need help with this son of his."

"Sorry, Mama I been busy." I tell her. I didn't even have to tell her with what when she came back with.

"Get the bimbo outta ya bed and get here before I take you over the knee like I used to."

I laugh at the image she gave me. Mama was a foot shorter than I was and she sure as shit wouldn't be able to "bend me over her knee."

"Don't you laugh at me, boy." Then I hear little Blake in the background sayin' somethin' to Mama.

Mama shrieked out a screamed. I pull my phone from my ear. The shrill of her scream piercing my eardrum.

"Oh, hell no!" She yelled out at Blake I assumed. "Get that damn mouse out of my house now!"

I heard Blake's little laugh in the background. I chucked with him.

"Ya see what I deal with? Get here! Now!" She orders over the phone then hangs up. Not even a goodbye, Blake must be giving her a real hard time. The poor kid can get outta control thanks to his mama doin' them drugs when she was knocked up. He ain't right because of her and Alan has never forgiven himself for not bein’ there. He had a one nighter in high school and 18 months later a DNA test came back telling him he was a daddy.

I get up from my kitchen chair, putting my dishes in the sink, I stroll back to my bedroom. I change into my jeans before I put my foot on the bed and shake it roughly. Blondey wakes up with a groan.

Fucking finally.

"Fuck!" She groans.

"You need to leave." I tell her sternly, no bullshit. She looks at me confused. Then smiled, I see the wheels turning in her head. She was excited about the fact I let her spend the night. When she didn't get up, I said more roughly.

"I gotta go, ya need ta leave."

"I could come with you." She says coyly getting up.

Hell no. Was my first thought the second, what the fuck?

"No." I say before leaving the room to let her get dressed. She came out of my room hair a mess. I almost grimace openly at her. Her crooked teeth showed when she smiles.

"I smell breakfast." Her squeaky voice announced. "Did you cook for me?" She asks. I fold my arm over my chest when she comes and kisses me on my cheek and it takes all of me not to wipe it off, what the hell, I did. I wiped my cheek with my hand.

For a split second she seemed offended.

"No. I fixed myself somethin'. You got to go." I tell her again.

She rolls her eyes and grabs her heels puttin’ them on. Balancing herself against my closed door. That she shoulda been behind hours ago.

"Ya know, I could come back tonight." She tells me.

You better never come back to my house I almost said.

"I'm busy." I said coldly.

"Oh- okay." She said a little sadly. "Well call or text me."

Did I have her number? Hmm.

I just responded with an "Okay." I followed her out to make sure she'd leave. When I see an unfamiliar, sleek, black Chevy car come down the old dirt road. The dirt road I loved so much. The small girl driving it lookin’ uneasy. Her eyes on Blondey.

Blondey waves at me and I do the same. Happy she was finally leaving. I watched the black Chevy car pull into Old Man Jack's driveway. She must be the ornery old man's granddaughter. When she steps out of her car, I get a better look. Dang, scratch that she ain’t no girl but ta woman, a cute lil woman. She was short, her dirty blond hair tied up into a nice bun. Her jean shorts fit her nicely but the t-shirt she wore on her small body was oversized. She looked over at me and I smiled. She was cute, definitely not the chubby girl that hung out with Lilly and Timmy Boy back when.

I turn back and walk inside once the little Honda left my drive. I needed to get to mama's before she losses her mind.

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