blow-job.
But no: the girl - who was extremely bossy - had her own agenda.
She'd always pushed him around, ever since they were kids. It was do this, do that, and usually, because he was in awe of her, and she was two years older than he was, he obliged.
But he resented her big time.
He also lusted after her with a permanent hard-on.
He was sure that if he could have sex with her, just once, it would break the hold she had over him. Meanwhile, she kept on telling him what to do.
They drove to a supermarket, where she purchased a couple of six-packs of beer. She looked much older than her eighteen years and, besides, she knew the checkout clerk, so the dude didn't bother carding her; he was too busy staring at her tits.
In the parking lot she opened two cans of beer and thrust one at him. 'Last one to finish is a pussy,' she said, immediately lifting the can to her lips.
He was up to the challenge, conveniently forgetting his dad's words when he'd handed him the keys to the jeep: 'Now you gotta promise me, son - you will never drink and drive.'
'Yeah, Dad,' he'd said. 'You got my word on that.'
The beer was ice cold and tasted good. Not only that, but he beat her to emptying the can, a minor triumph.
'Not bad,' she said grudgingly.
'Where we goin' now?' he asked.
'Dunno,' she said. 'How about a movie?'
'Waste of time!' she said disdainfully, fiddling with one of several stud earrings attached to her left ear. 'Movies are for morons who got nothin' better t' do.' She knew he was crazy about her, and used it. 'Let's go steal something,' she suggested, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
'Why'd we wanna do that?' he asked, pulling on his ear - a habit he had when he was nervous.
'Kind of an initiation,' she answered casually. 'If you wanna stay tight with me, you gotta do stuff that'll make me believe you're committed to our friendship.'
'Committed?' he said, wondering if committed meant an eventual blow-job.
'It's easy. All we gotta do is go by the CD store an' see how many you can score.'
'Why don't I pay?' he said logically. 'My dad picks up my credit-card bill.'
'What's the matter?' she jeered mockingly. 'Daddy's precious little boy don't wanna mess with trouble?'
'That's crap.'
'What did Daddy do?' she continued, in her mocking tone. 'Keep you locked in the house in New York? I would've thought living in the city would've given you balls.'
'I got balls,' he said, suddenly angry.
'Naw… you're a daddy's boy.'
'No way.' And as if to prove her wrong, he opened another can of beer and took a few hearty gulps.
'Oh,' she said. 'Mr Macho, huh?'
'You don't know anything about me really,' he said.
know everything about you,' she answered quickly. 'Bet you've never had sex.'
The fact that she knew he was still a virgin threw him. 'That's crap,' he said, quickly denying it.
'Good,' she said. 'I like a guy who can get it up an' keep it that way.'
He swigged more beer. Did that mean that later she'd allow him to prove it?
The first can of beer had made him more relaxed; the second one was helping with the job. 'Okay, let's do it,' he said, swallowing a burp. 'Bet I can score more CDs than you.'
'That's what I like to hear,' she said, pleased. 'Want me to drive?'
'No,' he said. 'I'm cool.'
And they set off.
Chapter Seven
Things were moving slower than Lennie had anticipated, and on top of everything else they would soon be losing light. He'd promised he would get to Lucky's event as soon as he could, but the way it was going, he and Mary Lou would definitely be late arrivals.
No good obsessing. Two more set-ups, and they could finally wrap this particular location. Especially as everyone was cooperating by working as fast as possible.
The good news was that Mary Lou was a pleasure to work with. Some actresses were divas, bitching and complaining about every little thing. Not Mary Lou. She had it down. She was pretty and talented, but above all she was nice, and the entire crew adored