The area where Bethany was heading was dark and dirty, mainly frequented by unsavoury types. The only places open this time of night were the singles bars and pick-up joints. She didn't like going to this part of town even in the daylight let alone venturing there at night. But she had no choice about the matter, it was out of shear necessity that she found herself in such a place. Of course she had a choice but she didn't consider dying as a feasible option.
Bethany hurried along, eager to get inside one of the bars. Out of the cold weather and into the warmth. That wasn't the only reason that she was hurrying. Every corner was littered with dirty women in various states of undress, trying to sell their wares to one of the many desperados that frequented these streets. These women would eye her off, the occasional one would threaten her. Probably scared that she was moving in on their territory.
She opened the door and felt the warm air flush over her frozen face. The loud thumping of the music instantly made her head ache. The smell of stale beer, hard liquor, cigarette smoke and god knows what else filled her nasal cavities. She hated these places but it was her only hope. If she was lucky she would find a nice healthy specimen quickly and be able to get back to her apartment to perform the replenishment.
Bethany scanned the bar, looking for any single guys. She spotted a few guys who appeared to be by themselves, that was a good sign. It meant that she could be choosy, she hated it when there wasn't any choice and had to use whoever she could for the replenishment. She wanted a young healthy guy, it usually worked better when they were young. Nice strong hearts, they could last a long while. And the way she was feeling now she definitely needed one that would go the distance.
Bethany crossed the crowded floor and walked over to the bar, she took a seat.
'What'll you have?' Asked the young male bartender.
'Just a glass of water thanks.' Replied Bethany, but she was thinking that you'll do nicely. I'll have you thanks. But she didn't want to hang around all night and wait for him to finish his shift. So she ordered her usual, a glass of water, one she couldn't afford to buy alcohol and two, pretty soon she'll have guys lining up by the droves to buy her drinks.
The bartender smiled at her then turned his back and filled a glass with ice and water from the post mix machine. He slid the glass across the bar to her.
'Thanks," she smiled.
Bethany looked up and down the bar, she noticed a couple of guys staring at her. It wouldn't be long now till she was approached. Just a matter of sifting through all of the candidates till she was satisfied with her choice.
As predicted by Bethany the first of the prospective suitors arrived. He was a short skinny guy with bad skin and glasses. Bethany looked him over and decided that she could do better tonight.
'Can I buy you a drink?' Offered the dweeb.
Bethany ignored him and hoped that he would just go away. But he persisted. He reached out and touched her on the shoulder.
'Can I get you a drink?' He shouted over the racket of the loud music.
'No, please take your hand off of my shoulder and leave me alone,' Bethany said sternly.
The guy left and went back to where he came from with a dejected look on his pimply face.
Thank god I can choose tonight, though Bethany, I could've been stuck with him.
A few minutes later a second guy approached her. He was old, his beard was grey and the grey hair on his head was balding. He sported a black leather vest that hung either side of his pot belly.
He opened his mouth to speak, his breath reeked of bourbon. 'What'll you have?'
'I'm fine thanks, please leave me alone,' Said Bethany.
'Can't a fella even be nice to ya? Buy you a drink.'
'You're old and you stink. Now go away and leave me alone.' Demanded Bethany, not wanting to waste too much time with him. Just wanting him to leave so that she could continue searching.
'Shoot, you can't blame a guy for trying.' He too walked off in a huff, actually he more like staggered off.
What is it tonight? Thought Bethany. Am I going to have all the rejects approach me first? It could make for a very long night.
Bethany ordered another glass of water and watched the bartender as he got her order.
'Make that a Margarita for the lady.' Yelled a deep voice over Bethany's shoulder. She pivoted her head, her eyes lit up at the sight. She was looking at a tall muscular guy. He looked about twenty two years old, blonde short hair and an athletic build.
A perfect specimen if I had ever seen one. Tonights replenishment could end up being fun. I might even enjoy this one. I've just got to get him to come back to my apartment. It's not usually a problem though. Promise them sex and you could have them jumping through fiery hoops or walking around on their hands.
Bethany smiled at the strapping lad and thanked him for the drink. She lifted the glass to her lips and took a drink, the liquid burnt all the way down. A little salt from the rim of the glass fell from her lips and landed down the front of her revealing dress, making its way straight down her cleavage. The guy watched it, his eyes settling on her large firm breasts.
He looked up and met her eyes, he blushed once he realised that she'd witnessed him staring at her breasts.
'Do you like them?' She asked, not wanting to beat around the bush.
The guy looked shocked and mighty embarrassed by the question. He didn't answer.
'I'm Bethany.' She introduced herself.
'I'm Todd.' The guy replied nervously.
'So are you going to answer my question? Do you like them?' She repeated.
'Yeah sure, they're nice.' Still a little shaky.
'So would you like to see more of them?' Bethany stared into his eyes.
'Would I.' He answered eagerly.
'Well you'd better walk me back to my apartment then.' Advised Bethany as she took hold of Todd's hand. His palm felt a little sweaty and she could feel that he was shaking nervously. Bethany led him towards the front door of the bar and out onto the cold street.