"I like you, Tom," said Jo, as he opened the door for her. "You know you're a real gentleman. Lots of guys..." She stopped, still standing in the passenger door, Tom waiting for her to sit to close the door.
"Thanks," said Tom. "I was just raised to open the door for a lady, that's all."
Jo flashed another of her amazing pearly smiles. "That's just what I'm saying, honey. I meet a lot of guys, and most of them find out I'm a stripper and that's it, I'm not a lady anymore. You've been real sweet all day." She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
"Well, sure," said Tom. "I've enjoyed your company, too, Jo." She sat down in the car. Tom began to wonder whether her earlier flirtatiousness was waning. Being considered a "gentleman" was all well and good, but it was sort of like being the "nice guy." And Tom was becoming less and less interested in being the "nice guy" with Jo, especially given the look down her top that he had just gotten when she sat down in the car. Tom walked around to the driver's side an entered the car. He shut the door and grinned at Jo as he put the key in the ignition and turned it. As he turned to look out the back he noticed Jo watching him. There was something about the look on her face that was different that she had been the rest of the day. He backed out of the parking space and headed back to the hotel.
"That was a pretty good place," Tom said, a bit lamely, to make conversation. "Good food, huh?"
"I enjoyed it myself," said Jo. "Nothing like a nice piece of meat." She grinned again, watching Tom's reaction. "Now, c'mon, don't I get a blush for that one? You been turning red all day whenever I made a joke like that!"
"Must be the beer and the pot. You've lowered my inhibitions." Tom turned into the parking lot of the motel.
"Really? Might have to test that." Jo pulled the remainder of the joint out of the ashtray. "Want another drag?" Tom pulled into a spot just outside of the room matching the number on his key envelope.
"Let's wait til we get inside," he said, turning off the car. Jo ignored him and lit up. She took a deep lungful of the smoke and held it. While she did, she pulled her righ knee up and over Tom's lap, straddling him, and put her arms around his neck. Then she opened her mouth and let the sweet smoke ooze out from between her full lips and into Tom's face. He inhaled and felt the pot seeping into his lungs. Then Jo lowered her face to his and pressed those luscious lips against his mouth. She kissed him lightly, then again.
"You sure you want to wait til we get inside?" she said. |