“Have you ever had sex in a public restroom?” she asks, breaking the silence and pulling me from my irritating thoughts.

“No. Have you?”

“Attempted it, but the guy ended up slipping and dunking his butt in the toilet. He left unsatisfied and with swamp ass. I gave him my thong as a parting gift. I think he sold it on some underwear website because I saw one very similar to mine.”

“What are you talking about? Underwear website?”

“Oh yeah, pervs pay big money for used underwear. I’ve sold a few items here and there.”

“What?” I feel my eyes pop out of my sockets. Jesus, I’m not an innocent man by any means, I’ve done my fair share of obscure things, but selling used underwear? That’s a new one for me.

“Oh yeah, once I made over one thousand dollars and scored a stalker through the website, so I called it quits. The money is great and all, but I have some level of dignity, you know? Now I just have an Only Fans account for my feet. Helps supplement my server income while I’m in school.”

“Wait, you’re serious.”

“Yeah. I just upload a picture daily to satisfy the customers and move on with my life.”

I pause. Is she joking with me? From what little I know about her, it doesn’t seem like this would be a joke, but then again, I’m sure she’s just waiting to tell me what an idiot I am for believing her. So I decide to ask questions.

“Are you in these pictures?”

“Why, you interested?”

Christ, I should have seen that coming.

“No. I don’t have a foot fetish.”

She squeezes her boobs together even more and says, “No, just a boob one, right?”

Fuck.

Yes.

I rest my hand on the bar-top table. “Any straight man has a boob fetish.”

“I once went out with a guy who was more interested in my belly button.”

“Where the hell are you meeting these people?”

“Oh, you know, while tagging along on Nichole’s ventures.” She smiles, her eyes looking me up and down.

“I’m not one of them,” I say quickly.

“How do I know that? You could seem pretty normal, but then inwardly have a real freaky side to you. Is that the case?”

“I don’t know,” I answer. “I don’t fantasize over feet or belly buttons, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Okay, but have you ever spanked a woman?”

“Yes,” I answer, which perks her up.

“Really?” she drawls. “Ooo, tell me more. Have you ever tied someone up?”

“Just hands,” I answer.

“Giving her free range with her legs, that’s fair.”

“No, I just wanted to control how far I spread her.”

Myla sits tall now as her mouth falls open slightly.

Ha!

Looks like I found a way to finally stun her.

Eyes on me, she reaches for her newly filled water glass. Pulling an ice cube out, she brings it to her chest, where she rubs it across her tan skin.