Until Series(15)

“Damn, that’s a shame,” Cash says, smiling and I laugh harder.

“What’s a shame?” Asher asks while walking up to the table with two Coronas. He hands me one.

“That November is not a stripper,” Cash says and they all laugh. I can feel my face getting red.

I look at Asher and see his jaw tighten. “Anyway,” I say, cutting in, “your brother thought I was a stripper. He made a big deal about me going to my car without an escort.” Thinking back on it, the whole thing is pretty funny. “He even thought I was sleeping with my dad because I called him ‘Daddy’. I mean, ewww,” I say, scrunching up my nose. “The look on his face was priceless when my dad came over and introduced me as his daughter.” Everyone started laughing, even Asher. “So I work for my dad doing the books for the club. It should take me about a month to get organized and then I won’t even need to be there.”

“That’s cool,” Trevor says and they all nod their heads in agreement.

“Do you want to play pool?” Nico asks, looking over at the now empty pool table.

“Sure.” I shrug and get off the stool. I take off my hoodie and wrap it around my purse. Trevor grabs it and puts it in the booth, then I start walking towards the pool tables with the boys following behind me. I can feel Asher’s hand on my lower back, guiding me through the bar. We’re a few steps from the table when big boobed Barbie steps in front of our group. I step around her and leave them to deal with her.

“Where are you going?” I hear her whine. Why women do that, I will never know. Do they not know that it’s annoying?

“We’re gonna play pool,” I hear Asher tell her.

“What? Wait,” she says. I turn around and see her grabbing on to his arm. “I’ve been waiting all night for you to get here and you’re going to ditch me?”

“You can’t ditch someone you’re not with,” Cash mumbles from beside me.

I turn around and start setting up the table. I have no interest in watching her throw herself at him. “Okay, guys. Who’s gonna break?” They all look confused. “Are we gonna play or what?” I ask, looking at each of them.

“I’ll break,” Nico says, walking to pick a stick from the wall.

Standing near the table, I feel heat at my back. “You keep walking away from me,” Asher says and I almost laugh because he sounds upset.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was supposed to stand there while you got rid of big-boobed Barbie.”

“You could have taken me with you when you went.”

“I’ll try to remember that next time,” I say, shaking my head.

Nico, standing next to us, starts laughing. “Wow. The first one who is immune. I smell a recipe for disaster brewing,” he says. Asher smiles down at me like he’s happy about something.

“Whatever.” I give him my most sarcastic smile. Playing pool with the guys is fun. Asher and I are laughing and having a good time. The guys are telling me funny stories about people in town and Asher introduces me to some people who know my dad.

A ton of people drop by the table, talking to his brothers or just introducing themselves to me. After an hour, I start to notice there are a lot of women gathering around us. Whenever I try to make eye contact with them, they give me a dirty look. It’s odd and I have no idea who any of them are. Then, more and more women start coming around the table. There are so many that it’s hard to shoot without ramming the stick into one of them.

Asher is standing near me when a very pretty woman with a perfect body, deep red hair, and milky white skin comes up to us. She is wearing an outfit similar to big-boobed Barbie except her bra is black. I’m starting to wonder if this is some kind of dress code because they aren’t the only two women wearing something similar.

“Hi, Asher,” she purrs, placing herself between me and him while pressing her boobs into his chest.

“Jen,” he replies without really looking at her.

She stage whispers in his ear so that we can all hear, “Are you coming to my house tonight?”

“Why would you ask that shit? I haven’t been to your house for over a year,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest. She is almost as tall as him. I realize they would make a beautiful couple and would give Miss Alice amazing looking grandbabies. That’s when I know I need to leave.

Yeah, he’s hot but it’s clear that he’s a player. Not only that, but I would say we don’t fit at all. I’m cute but not beautiful. I’m also not skinny. I have a tummy, big boobs, and a bigger butt; on top of all that, I’m short. It will never work. Not when I can see the women he normally goes after. They all are perfectly skinny women who look like models.