Chapter 1

Mac drained the last of his 5th beer of the night. Brandi or Candi or whatever her name was, was sat next to him, yapping on about something. What exactly, he had no idea. He hadn't asked her out to hear her life story, he'd asked her out because she was just one of a stream of dumb bitches in this town who'd open their legs or mouth for him whenever he asked, thinking this time he would make them his one and only. Then he'd leave them heartbroken yet again, screaming that this would be the last time he touched them and that was the last hand job he ever got off them, knowing very well they'd be back, he'd just have to say whatever shit they needed to hear to get their panties to drop. Tonight however, Mac was even more uninterested in her ramblings than usual. He'd he'd heard from Walter that he'd hired a new girl and she was starting tonight. Mac was pretty sure he'd met and probably fucked every girl in this town, so he'd been more than a little curious to see her. Couldn't hurt to have fresh piece of ass to add to his list anyway.

And then he saw her.

He definitely had never met or fucked this girl before, cus damn, he would have remembered! She wore skinny jeans, and an equally tight low cut back T-shirt. Both of which she filled out just perfectly. The jeans were tucked into calf high leather biker boots with silver buckles on the sides and her long, dead straight brown hair hung around her shoulders and fell to the middle of her back. He suddenly became aware of how his jaw had dropped a little and took a swig off his beer to cover himself. He tried to force his eyes away from her as much as possible, doing his best to concentrate on whatever what's her name was saying, throwing down every beer and whiskey shot his boys brought him as quickly as he could, thinking the drunker he got the less she'd distract him. It didn't work.

The girl next to him was half way through a sentence when he interrupted "I need a beer." He said as he stood up and headed for the bar. She said something about wanting a vodka and cranberry but he ignored her. Now, Mac could be a cocky bastard at the best of times. Arrogance oozed from every pour, but when he was drunk, it was amped up thrice fold. He dropped himself onto one of the stools as she came to him.

"What can I get you?"

"Beer." He said abruptly.

"OK." He could help but lean forward a little when she bent to reach the bottle from the fridge.

"God damn you got an ass on you girl." He thought's screamed so loud in his head he was sure she could have heard them. She placed the beer in front of him and went over to the register to add it to his tab.

"So, what's your name?" He asked, taking a drink. She walked to where he was stood and leaned on the bar in front of him.

"Lucy."

"Well, I think I love Lucy." He slurred a little. She rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Yeah, very original. You're Mac right?"

"How'd you know?" He frowned at her.

"Oh you know, I read minds as well as doing this."

"That right? So if I let you tell me what I'm thinking right now, you promise not to slap me?" She leaned in a little closer to him.

"Hmm, you're thinking. This girls' full of shit cus I'm the only one in this place with a tab running and she saw my name on the register?" The left side of his mouth pulled up into a half smirk.

"Not even close."

"Mac, baby" said a whiny voice from behind him "What's taking you so long? I'm getting lonely there all by myself." The girl who appeared by his side pressed herself against him as much as was physically possible, all the time throwing a very disapproving look in Lucy's direction. Mac looked suddenly very unimpressed.

"Said I was gonna get a beer didn't I?" He spat out.

"Yeah but..."

"But nothin! Go sit your ass down I'll be there in a minute." She didn't speak as she walked away, trying desperately to keep a front up but was clearly embarrassed that he'd talked to her like that in front of what she obviously saw as the competition.

"Your girlfriend seems...nice." Lucy said trying to break the tension, but Mac just scoffed.

"Bitch ain't my girlfriend."

"Oh, right, sorry."

"No I'm still waiting for the right woman to make an honest man outta me." He looked at her intently as he took another drink of his beer. Lucy laughed a little.

"Well good luck with that. Hope she likes a challenge."

"Guess we'll find out." Lucy had no idea why her stomach flipped at that simple statement "Talk to you later Juicy."

"It's Lucy."

"I know." She rolled her eyes and went so serve the guy that had just walked in. She watched from the corner of her eye as he walked, in not a totally straight line, back to his seat where he'd been watching her all night. She wasn't stupid, she'd seen him and he wasn't as good at hiding it as she was sure he thought he was. It's not like she wasn't used to this kind of thing. The job came with drunk guys hitting on you every night but eventually you let it run over you and think no more about it. This time though, with this guy, she was. And it was more than a little worrying that she liked it.

It was a week or so after Lucy had begun working there and Mac had re parked his truck just around the corner after he left the bar. He wasn't sure how long he'd be there so he let his 'date' clamber onto his lap where immediately started to grind her hips against his crotch. It was probably the least erotic experience of his life, but if he was honest, he wasn't paying attention. He was waiting for the last car left in the parking lot to leave. When she saw headlights flare up he pushed the protesting girl off his lap "Taylor'll take you home, I got shit to do. Well go on get the fuck out!" He snapped when she just sat there. She got out of the truck, cursing him with every name and terrible manner of thing under the sun. But he didn't even so much as glance back at her as he pulled away from the curb.

He hung back just far enough that she wouldn't get freaked out when she looked in her rear view mirror. They'd been driving for about 15 minutes when she turned off the road and up a short dirt driveway. Mac pulled in a further down the road and waited. He was a little frustrated that he couldn't see her from where he'd had to park. He was hoping to lay his eyes on her one more time before he went home. After 10 minutes or so he slipped out of the car and up the drive, trying to be as light on his feet as possibl. There were only a few houses around here but he was sure if anyone of the people in them caught him creeping around he'd quickly find himself staring down the business end of a shot gun. He made his way over to her car and crouched down behind it. As he looked up he could see there was only one light left on in her house and it had to be hers. He rubbed his chin with his left hand, frustrated that there was just a pain of glass and thin layer of curtain between her and him seeing her up there loosing her clothes a piece at a time. "Mother fucker." He muttered to himself as he reached down to adjust himself through his overalls. When the light finally went out, Mac looked about him, making sure once more that the coast was clear. He reached around and pulled the screwdriver out of his back pocket, stabbing it hard into the tire nearest to him. He would have left it at that, he'd never met a woman in his life who could change a tire without a man's help, but wasn't sure about anything with this girl yet, so he shuffled forwards and jammed the end into that one too. He waited there until the air had completely left both tires, and to double check no one around had woken up and got curious, then stayed as low as possible as he made a dash back towards his truck.

He tossed the screwdriver into the glove box and slammed it shut then started the engine and headed out. You see Mac didn't really trust in fate. He preferred to be the one in charge. So tomorrow he'd head to the garage, sit back and wait for her to call.