[RATED: PG for Mild Sexual Content]

I’d only been working at the club for a day when I got the word that I was being let go. Apparently the owner doesn’t want girls working there who don’t allow the men to get in a free grab when you serve them their drinks. Knowing I didn’t have a place to stay, or the money to find a place, I shoulda just went along with it and let them get their kicks, but I didn’t.

I recently moved here, from Minnesota, to escape an ex-friend of mine. Neil and I had been friends for a few months and I thought that’s all we were, but he wanted more, and I didn’t. When I turned him down, he didn’t give up. He insisted that I give him a chance, but I simply wasn’t interested. That’s when the stalking began. He’d show up at my work and at my house. He called at all hours of the day and night. I had my number changed three times, but he always managed to find out my new one by harassing my friends until they cracked.

I’d wanted to leave Minnesota for the longest time, but not under these circumstances. I had sought help from the police, but that only made Neil more agitated, so I decided I had to get away from him. I thought I could find a decent job, here, but I guess I was wrong. I barely had any money when I arrived, and it was spent on a trashy motel that wasn’t much more than a dumpster with curtains. I couldn’t stay there another night, and I hoped I’d make enough money to stay elsewhere. Of course, I didn’t make as much as I had hoped before getting canned.

I gathered my pay--enough for a meal and another night in the Dumpster Motel--and my belongings, and made my way into the club’s lobby. I sat on the sofa to compose my thoughts. Maybe I shoulda stayed in Minnesota. Maybe I wasn’t meant to be here. Maybe I shoulda gave Neil a chance. No.

As I sat there trying to come up with some sort of idea to save myself from that dreaded motel, I noticed someone walk up and stop in front of me. At first, all I saw was a pair of shoes, since I was looking at the ground. As if an answer would appear to me in the carpet. When I looked up, I saw a familiar face. It was Morty Price, one of the club’s stand-up comics. Not the funniest comic I’d ever seen, but certainly one of the cutest, from what I’d seen as I waited on tables during his act. But what was he doing hanging around me?

I just sat there staring up at him. I really didn’t have any words worth saying at that moment. I was too distraught over my impending future. He looked serious at first, then tilted his head a bit to the side, raised his eyebrows and smiled. Still, I said nothing, but I gave him a small smile to let him know that I wasn’t completely out of it. Apparently, he’d heard that I’d gotten fired. Word travels fast around here.

“May I?” he asked, gesturing to the spot next to me on the sofa.

“Sure” I said, rather sullenly.

He sat next to me, but left enough room in between us that I still felt comfortable. He was sitting forward a bit, and on an angle so he was pretty much facing me.

“I heard you were fired. I’m sorry. I thought you were doing a great job” he said, sweetly.

“Thanks. I guess I wasn’t easy enough.” The anger was evident in my words.

Morty laughed. “Well, don’t let ‘em get to you. You did what you thought was right. I admire that.”

“Unfortunately, doing the right thing doesn’t always pay. All it got me was enough money for a small meal and another night at the Brooks Motel.” I coulda poured my heart out, completely, to him about my endless problems, but I figured I’d be nice and restrain myself.

He made a disgusted, shocked face. “The Brooks Motel?! You can’t be serious. I had no idea they were even open, these days.”

“You’d think they wouldn’t be, from the looks of it.” The discussion was almost funny, had I not been staying there.

He smiled. “Listen, I don’t wanna be too forward, but I’ve got a room upstairs. It’s only got one bed, but it has a sofa, and food. If you’d like, you can stay there tonight.”

My body was already half way up the stairs, but I couldn’t burden someone I had just met. Even if it was an escape from that horrible motel! “I couldn’t possibly trouble you--”

“Don’t be silly. Come on!” He stood and offered his hand.

I decided not to pass up the chance for a good night’s sleep, so I smiled and took his hand. He helped me to my feet and lead me to the stairs. I didn’t take much notice when he gently placed his arm on my lower back. We got to his room and he reached into his pocket to retrieve his keys. He jiggled the key in the lock, but was having a bit of a problem.

“It’s a little tricky” he said, feeling the need to explain why he couldn’t operate a simple door lock.

It took a few seconds to get it open, but I didn’t mind. I actually enjoyed watching the determined expression on his face, and the way he stuck his tongue out just a little as he fiddled with the key. Once the door opened, that expression disappeared and was replaced with a smile as he gestured for me to enter.

I stepped inside and was quite impressed. It wasn’t a large place, but it was perfect for a single person. Little kitchen area, an adjoining bedroom area and a bathroom. There was a small table, with chairs, near the kitchen area, and a sofa and television between the kitchen and bedroom area. The bed was on a one-step-up level. I’d always wanted one like that. It was a very neat and clean place.

“Make yourself at home” he suggested. “Would you like a drink?” He walked over to the kitchen.

“Sure, I could use one. Thanks.” I continued admiring his place.

“Is Brandy okay?”

“That’s fine. I really love your place. It’s so cozy and just the right size. I always wanted a bed like that. I love how it‘s got the step thing.” I went to sit on the sofa.

“Thank you, I don’t need much room, so this place is perfect for me. Plus, I‘m never late to work. Unless I oversleep.” He noticed me about to sit. “Oh, why don’t you go ahead and sit on the bed. It’s more comfortable than the sofa. And you can pretend it’s yours, for a while.”

I laughed a bit at the thought. I finally get the bed that I’ve always wanted. Without thinking, I went over and sat on the edge of it. “Ooh, it is comfortable, isn’t it?”

“Mm-hm.” Morty came over with the drinks and handed me mine. I thanked him as he sat down on my right, slightly closer than he had sat by me on the sofa in the lobby, earlier. He clinked my glass with his. “Cheers.”

“Cheers” I replied, and took a sip.

“Like it?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s great.” I took another sip.

“Best money can buy.” He looked regretful of saying it because he knew I could never afford it on my budget. Not that I had any money for a budget, anyway. He quickly changed the subject. Sort of. “I’m really sorry that you got fired, tonight.” His voice was so soft and tender.

“As opposed to tomorrow night?” I joked. He laughed a little, but we both knew it wasn’t something to joke about. I still had to find a way to afford to stay away from Minnesota if I didn’t wanna deal with Neil anymore. Which brought us to the next subject. Morty asked what my background was. I told him all about Neil and how I was pretty much forced to leave my hometown. He was very sympathetic of my problems. Even taking my hand in his, at one point, and giving me a comforting squeeze to show me that he was here for me.

I continued sipping my drink.

“You’re very pretty, you know that?” he said, staring into my eyes.

I felt slightly embarrassed by his comment, and turned my head away from him as I smiled. He put his finger on my chin and turned my head back to face him, again. “Very pretty.”

I felt a bit uncomfortable now, and I couldn’t look him in the eyes. But I thanked him for his kind words. He took my drink and sat it down on the floor, next to his.

“That’s nice. I like to be thanked.” He leaned in and nuzzled his face in my neck, planting kisses on my collarbone.

I pushed him away and said, “Please, don’t.” But he didn’t take the hint. I tried leaning back, out of his reach, but it was no use. I jumped up and forcefully said, “Stop!” I did want him, and I was attracted to him, but I just didn’t want it to be like this. I didn’t wanna get involved with someone who was just using me for a good time. I felt awkward.

He got up just as quick and was against me in no time at all, putting his arms around me and trying to kiss me. I got out of his grip and ran to the corner of the room. He came after me.

“Don’t play hard to get” he said, as he reached for me, again.

He wrapped his arms around me and I broke free, once more. I ran from him, but tripped on the step that I had so admired. I wasn’t hurt, but by the time I turned over on my back, Morty had pounced down on me.

He straddled himself on top of me and tried to hold my arms down as he forced kisses on my mouth and neck. I hit him several times on the back of his shoulder and neck.

“I don’t mind if you don’t” he said, raising his hand to strike me.

“Wait!” I yelled. Not knowing if he was really planning on hitting me, or if he was just doing it to scare me into giving into him.

He stopped struggling with me and listened to see what I had to say. “Don’t hit me!” I said, sternly.

“Well, you hit me! Besides, I wasn’t gonna hit you hard” he said, almost too sweetly. Here he was on top of me, forcing himself on me, and I thought he was still cute, and sweet! What was wrong with me? My confusion took over.

“Well, don’t hit me at all!” I shouted, and I shoved him off of me so that he fell off to the side. I used more of my strength than I had planned, and he looked startled as he sat there, leaning back on his hands and propping himself up in an almost relaxed fashion.

I felt guilty, now. Like he said, I was playing hard to get, and for what? He was attracted to me, and I was attracted to him. But I was letting my other problems interfere with that, instead of giving in and having a little fun while the opportunity presented itself. After all, he did get me a night out of that crummy motel. He was still sitting there, to my right, looking startled. I guess if he really wanted to take advantage of me, he wouldn’t still be sitting there.

I crawled over to him and sat by his left side, close against him. I ran my left hand over his chest, where I had pushed him rather hard.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, rubbing my hand over his chest and under his jacket.

“A little” he said, sadly. I was facing him, but he wasn’t looking at me.

“I’m sorry” I replied.

“No, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have been so aggressive” he admitted. I wondered if he was saying that only because he thought I’d give in if he was nice. But, who cares. I have to stop analyzing. He wouldn’t have stopped if he didn’t mean what he said.

I reached my right hand up to the back of his head and ran my fingers through his hair. “Did I hurt you, when I hit you, back here?”

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He seemed so much different now. I guess I hurt his pride or something. I felt so bad for him.

“Here. Take off your jacket and your tie. Lemme have a look.” I helped him take his jacket off and he proceeded to remove his tie and undo his collar. I knelt behind him and moved his shirt away from his neck. “Aw, it’s starting to bruise!” I gently ran my fingers over the reddened area. “Does it hurt?”

“Not much. It’ll be all right, really.” He seemed to be sulking some.

I couldn’t stand it, anymore. Whether he was really sorry about being so aggressive or not, I didn’t care. I think he just wanted to be with someone. And I knew what that felt like. I leaned down and lightly kissed the bruises that I had made. He let out a sigh that was barely audible.

“What are you doing?” he asked, tilting his head to the other side as I continued kissing his shoulder and neck.

“I’m apologizing” I said, in between kisses.

He turned to face me, and took my face in his hands, just before kissing me tenderly on the lips.

“Can I apologize, too?” he asked, with a smile.

“I suppose, but let’s apologize on the bed. This floor is nice, but it’s a too hard” I joked.

He smiled at me, and we stood up. We kissed as soon as we were on our feet. A nice, soft kiss. He took my hand and lead me over to the bed.

“Watch your step” he joked, remembering how I had tripped on it earlier.

“Thanks” I said, with an embarrassed smile.

Before we got onto the bed, he stopped and looked at me, making sure it was what I wanted to do. I guess he realized that he handled things the wrong way, before. I smiled and reached for the buttons on his shirt, undoing them slowly, from top to bottom. He removed it, and then helped me lift my sweater up and over my head. I reached behind me and unfastened my bra, letting it slip off onto the floor. We ran our hands all over each other and made our way onto the bed.

It felt so good to be with someone after being through so much over the past few months. All the problems I had had with Neil stood in the way of any relationships I could’ve been having. I was enjoying myself for the first time since that whole thing started.

Morty and I made love several times that night, and in the morning, I lay there next to him thinking about what I’d do next. He woke up and rolled over to face me. He saw that something was on my mind.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.

“Nothing. I’m just trying to sort out what I’m gonna do from here. I should really get going. I’ve gotta go job hunting, and the sooner the better.” I started to roll over to get up, but he reached out and pulled me back to face him.

“Don’t leave, yet. You can stay here as long as you want” he offered.

He looked so adorable. His hair was all messy and sticking up everywhere, and he was squinting at the light of the day. One of his arms was uncovered and laying on his side. I couldn’t help but stare at his chest, since it was partially uncovered.

He caught me looking. “Don’t let me stop you” he said, slyly.

“Okay” I said, as I went to get up, once more. Even though I knew he was referring to my urge to caress his chest, not to leave.

He grabbed me, yet again, and said, “That’s not what I meant.”

I giggled. “Oh.”

I moved the covers off him and started kissing his chest. He positioned himself on his back and I made my way down his stomach, kissing, nibbling and licking every inch of him. I did a few other things that he didn’t mind, as well. Soon after, we made love again.

“So, what do you say? Will you stay here?” he asked, sincerely.

“I don’t know. I really need to get myself a job and a place of my own.”

He frowned. “I thought you liked my place. And you had no complaints about the bed!”

“True” I smiled. “But I don’t think you can afford to support both of us just by working at the club. No matter how cute you may be” I said, playing with his hair.

“Well, we’ll never know unless we try” he coaxed.

Just then, there was a loud knock at the door.

“Just a minute!” Morty yelled. “Stay right here” he told me, nicely.

He got up and walked, naked, across the floor where he got a robe from the closet, put it on and answered the door. He turned to make sure I was covered up before opening it.

“Where is she?!” demanded a familiar voice, as the door opened. It was Neil.

“Where is wh-” started Morty, who was cut off and pushed aside as Neil burst into the room.

“What’s all this, then?” shouted Neil. He made his way towards me, but didnt’t get far.

Morty, realizing who he was, spun him around and angrily shouted, “She doesn’t wanna see you! Now get out!”

“Or you’ll do what?!” snarled Neil. He was a foot taller than Morty and much stronger looking. “Get outta my way, pal!” He turned back to face me.

Morty spun him around again and hauled off and punched Neil right in the nose. Neil tried to swing back, but Morty hit him again, in the same place. He got in several more punches to Neil’s face and stomach before Neil fell to the floor. He never got in a single punch! He staggered to his feet and towards the door.

“You can keep her! She ain’t worth all this!” he said, before Morty shoved him out the door, completely.

“You come back here again, and nobody’ll be able to recognize you!” Morty shouted as he slammed the door and locked it.

I jumped up out of bed, wrapped in a sheet, and ran over to Morty. He was leaning back against the door, catching his breath.

“Are you all right?!” I asked, worried.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a couple bruised knuckles, that’s all.” He held up his hand to show me.

Luckily there were no cuts, just some redness and quickly developed bruising. I was so proud of the way he stood up for me, and how strong he was.

“You poor thing. You’re black and blue all over, aren’t you?” I kissed his hand several times and stroked his face to calm him.

He laughed a little. “I think I need a really long kiss” he said.

“I think you deserve a lot more than that” I replied.

“Will you stay with me, here? And see how things go? It’d make me feel a lot better.” He looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

I couldn’t resist. “All right.”

A big smile formed on his face. “Now, how about that kiss? And, whatever else you had in mind.”

I tugged on the belt of his robe and let it fall open. I let the sheet around my body fall to our feet and we pressed our bodies against each other. We embraced and kissed. Long, slow and passionately.

Morty pulled back a bit. He stared into my eyes and whispered, “I think I’m in love with you.”

I made a face at him. “You THINK you’re in love with me?!”

He giggled. “I mean, I KNOW I’m in love with you.”

“Good” I assured. “Cos I think I’m in love with you, too.”

He mimicked my recent face. “You THINK you’re in love with me?!”

I tried to keep a serious face, but it was no use. I smiled a big smile and replied, “I mean, I KNOW I’m in love with you.”

He returned the smile, brushed the hair off my forehead with his hand, and gave me the most loving kiss I’d ever received.

Four months later, I still live here, we’re still very much in love, no more signs of Neil and I finally can say I got the bed I’ve always wanted.

The End

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