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guy, or on top, however you prefer.”
          Cara moaned for she could not believe she
was having this conversation. What made it worse; was as Sam spoke the words,
there was only one body she picture above hers, and it was Jake’s. She could
see his sly grin spread across his face as she begged for more.
          “Hello? Earth to Cara,” Sam said as she
waved her hand in her face. “I can’t help you, if you’re a million miles away.”
          Cara shook her head, hoping that she shook
her thoughts away. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” Then she remembered what Sam
had been saying provoked her little vision of hot sweaty sexy Jake. “Wait, on
second thought, don’t repeat that. Is it hot in here?”
          Sam giggled, and Cara looked at her
sharply. Aware of her stare, she watched her friend try to muffle her chuckle.
“Cara you work in a bar for God’s sake. This place is crawling with hot guys.
Just make nice with one, and have a little fun.” Sam leaned back against her
bar stool, looking back at her smugly, like she had just invented the cure for
cancer or something.
          It was obviously going to be a long night,
so she poured herself another shot. Sam slid her glass towards her, signaling
she, too, wanted a refill.
          “Here you go.” She slid the glass towards
her. “And for the record, I can’t just pick up one of my customers and take
them home with me.”
          “Sure you can!” Sam said enthusiastically.
          “How do you suppose I do that? Next time
someone asks for a beer, should I tell them I come with it?” She groaned and
downed the shot. This was not getting better.
           Sam
leaned over the bar, splaying her palms flat across the carved wood of the bar.
“I’ll help you! The next pair of guys that sit at this bar; will be putty in
our hands.” She winked at Cara.
          “I hope they are gay.” Cara mumbled and
nodded at the group of guys at the end of the bar that were holding up their
empty beer mugs. “Be right back.” She said as she sauntered over to her
regulars.
          After Cara had poured their refills she
involuntarily made her way back to Sam. Who was applying a fresh coat of lip
gloss. She looked up from her little compact mirror and puckered her lips
before handing the tube to Cara.
          “I’m not putting lip gloss on for the gay
couple that is going to make their way through those doors, and offer myself up
to them on a silver platter. My luck they’ll ask me to be their surrogate or
something.” Cara crossed her arms underneath her breasts, defiantly.
          “Come on Cara, have an open mind. You are
not leaving here alone tonight, I guarantee it!” And then her eyes widened.
“Unless of course you’re shutting me down because you’re, already hung up on
somebody!”
          “What? No!” Cara stuttered and grabbed the
tube of lip gloss out of her hands. She turned her back towards Sam and looked
at the mirror behind the bottles that lined the shelves. She started to apply
the gloss. She’d play by Sam’s rules as long as she didn’t have to admit to her
that was in fact hung up on someone, someone that she had no business being
hung up on.
          She smacked her lips, and even gave her
hair a little fluffing. “Ok, fine, I’m game. If you really think this is going
to get me lucky—“She turned around and Sam had her head in her hands. Then she
realized there were two men beside her. Her cheeks reddened as Jake stared at
her.
          “I take it back.” Sam mumbled into her
palms.
          Nick, who was too polite to laugh in her
face, covered his mouth with his hand and pretended to cough while Jake’s gaze
bore into her, something fierce.
          “Uh, Sam was just, well I was. You guys
aren’t gay and in need of a surrogate are you?” Cara asked hopefully, and
swallowed her embarrassment.
          Sam sighed and turned to Nick and