Ada stared at the scruffy hipster sitting next to her at the bar. She had been thinking for a few second and then raised her hand. “Okay, 20.”
“20?”
“Yeah, are you deaf? You get 20 guys here to fuck me and then you can join in.”
“So, then 19 plus me or a total of 21?”
“Jesus. 21, including you. I have three holes, we need to keep things occupied at all times. It needs to be a multiple of 3. No nasty guys, so if you bring some hobos I’m out.”
“Okay, so let’s say I find these 20 non-nasty guys. What then?”
“Well, genius, you rent a big hotel room and then you tell me where to meet you. We can’t exactly do this kind of shit in someone’s house or outside behind the bar. Here, give me your phone.”
She took his phone and typed in her burner number. She named the contact Picante and tossed it back to him.
“What a weird name.”
“I’m not giving you my real name, dipshit. This is a one-time situation. Remember, you’ve got 2 hours. Then the offer is void.”