Jondy the Abandoner five: Dark Angel

Chapter two: First Impressions

Rachel looked good her first night of work, and she knew it. She was wearing black jeans that hugged her backside, and a sage green tank top that showed off her midriff. With her advanced hearing, Rachel knew that she was one of the main topics of conversation in the bar. A greasy looking man in a yellow jersey and a gray hoodie was continually looking her way. He turned to his bald shaven friend, "you think I'd stand a chance with someone as hot as that?"

"Not with your pick up lines," his female friend butted in, shaking her head.

Rachel smiled to herself, and then quickly stopped her line of thought. Being in heat her first night of work was no way to make a good first impression. She tucked her long black hair behind her ears and looked up to find the goofy looking, bald kid standing in front of her.

"Can I get a pitcher of beer?"

A slow smile crossed Rachel's face as the boy watched her slender hands fill the pitcher. She glanced across the room at a group of four guys. She could hear that they were talking about her, "the new bartender" and she was thinking about what was inside the pants of all four of them.

You are at work, you are at WORK, you are AT WORK! Rachel told herself again and again. She shifted uncomfortably in her jeans as she handed the bald kid his beer. "By the way, I'm Sky," he introduced. "My crew hangs here all the time."

"Rachel," Rachel returned, and shook hands with Sky, the contact of skin on skin tingling her hand. She glanced back over at the group of four guys. Her blue eyes darkened and looked almost navy, and her cheeks flushed. She licked her lips…

YOU ARE AT WORK!

Rachel shook her head and sent her long hair cascading over her shoulders. "Well, it looks like your friends are waiting for you," she directed Sky. He frowned and went back to his table.

"I can't believe you actually thought you'd stand a chance with her," Sky's sassy female friend reprimanded, shaking her curly haired head. Rachel quickly turned around to prevent herself looking at the fine male specimens in the corner again.

She could still hear them talking about her. "Oh man, look at her shoulders. Muscular but not too much. Damn."

"God, everything about her is perfect."

"I didn't think Crash did female bartenders, but I'm glad they've started."

"Hoh yeah."

Rachel closed her eyes tight and tried to get acts of indiscretion off her mind.

"Excuse me ma'am?" Rachel turned around. "Can I get a beer?" It was one of the guys. His face was perfectly chiseled out, and he had puppy dog brown eyes. It almost looked like he was pouting even when he wasn't. Rachel scanned down his physique, noting every last one of his shapely muscles. He was wearing a dark brown t-shirt that was tight over his biceps in the way that drove her crazy even when she wasn't in heat. His brownish-blonde hair was styled so that it fell around his face without looking too long.

Rachel gulped and licked her lips again. "Uh, sure," she said, and fumbled for a glass. For crying out loud, her hands were shaking. Get yourself together Jondy! Rachel berated herself. She didn't look up as she poured the man's beer and handed it over.

"You shy?" he asked. "Because you shouldn't waste those pretty eyes on the floor."

Rachel's head snapped up and looked the man in the eyes. She leaned over the counter a bit, breasts pushing tightly against her tank top. "I'm fine," she said in a sultry whisper.

The man blushed and breathed heavily.

AT WORK!

"You just enjoy that beer now," Rachel told him, sounding more like herself. She looked at her watch. Just one more hour of this. She could make it.

An hour and seventeen minutes later Rachel was pushing Brian, er… Zack, er… what the fuck was his name? onto his bed. She had found him waiting outside for her when her shift was over. They'd had about five minutes, okay three minutes of conversation and then before she knew it, Rachel had ended up here.

Straddling a shirtless man with his jeans undone, she shirtless also, and reaching behind herself to unhook her bra. She removed it as though desperate to be rid of the thing, and slid her naked breasts over the man's chest. "Mmm, what's your name baby?" she inquired.

"Jacque," he replied with a grin. Rachel returned the expression, looking ravenous. Hastily she removed her jeans and plain white panties in one swift movement.

Forty minutes later, Jacque lay asleep, completely exhausted. Rachel was still awake, and ready for more if Jacque would have it, but his slumber remained unbroken. What are you thinking? Was the thought that ran through Rachel's head. Put on your clothes and get out of here, now!

Reluctantly, Rachel listened to her better judgment, and stealthily crept from Brian's… damn it, Jacque's dilapidated apartment. What the hell kind of name was Jacque anyway? Jeez, what was the matter with her. She could be pregnant right now, and then what. Well, she'd have herself to blame, that much was certain.

It was late enough by the time Rachel got home, that even Aldrea was in bed. Rachel sighed in relief and kneaded her forehead. She needed some air. Or something. She gulped and felt slightly sick to her stomach. How could she be so irresponsible. So out of control.

Gazing out at the moon as it shone over the top of the Space Needle, tears filled Jondy's eyes. If only Brian were here… If only she hadn't left him… Fuck, if only she hadn't gotten engaged to him! If only he'd been there when the time came to run, then he could be here right now, being good to her. She'd never find anyone who was as good to her as Brian had been. Jondy sighed and thanked whatever higher power there may be that she didn't work again until Wednesday.

Sighing, and resigning to let tears pour down her cheeks, Jondy felt like she wanted to die. She couldn't manage to do anything right, and Seattle wasn't panning out to be her city.