She always liked the strong silent types. He’d been sitting at a corner table, just out of the limelight, for forty-five minutes. He was indifferent. She’d tried several times to catch his eye but he seemed to be oblivious to his surroundings. She asked the bartender to send him over a drink, and she adjusted her neckline for optimum exposure of cleavage- she cant wait to give him her million dollar smile- she‘s been told that her beautiful, white teeth are definitely the closer. She’d gotten plenty of cash at the ATM out front, and tonight she was committed to landing a winner.
The bartender delivers the drink himself, exchanging words with the tall dark stranger and motioning towards where she sits at the bar with a casual wave of his hand. The man glances over at her and smiles, all beautiful white teeth and a strong jaw line reminiscent of Hollywood during better times, before “androgynous good looks” became a standard compliment.

The evening moved along- she never liked eighties hair bands, but if it meant getting his GQ good looks into the sack she’ll put up with Tears for Fears and Duran Duran- even Wham!. They alternate between drinking, dancing and playing pool until she loses her patience with Blinded Me With Science by Thomas Dolby and makes her move. She grabs his cock through his polyester slacks and leans forward, whispering in his ear, “Take me home you hard, handsome fucker- I want this inside of me.”

They left through the back door- there was a camera on the ATM out front. He never had to slip her anything at all- besides being dark and handsome, he was tall- he easily overpowered her.

She probably never would have guessed that she’d find herself in the trunk of a 90’s vintage luxury sedan, wrapped in a plastic drop-cloth with duct tape around her neck and a plastic bag over her head- she never would have guessed. As if the spare tire left any room for a girl at all, she really hates the smell of grease and motor oil.

Walking back to his apartment he felt nothing at all- just the passing of another day. The twinks were out on the street-corners, doing a healthy business. After passing a dozen or so, he couldn’t resist the best one yet. They exchange pleasantries and politeness, then they get down to business, negotiate and lock in on a figure. He takes a crisp clean hundred from her Burberry wallet and hands it to the fresh clean lad with taut skin, tight abs, a tan and straight teeth. The boy gave him a million dollar smile and a wink- he knew he had him from the moment he laid eyes on him.