Jean

John always had to laugh when a hooker smiled after he said that his name is John. She was from Vegas and had blonde hair and likely a boob job. He didn't want to touch her because of his wife. There was another reason why he decided to let her into his Bronco. John was a private detective who made his money by finding out information about gamblers.

The big casinos hired him once in a while when they had to deal with a super player. The man in the leather jacket and brown shoulder long hair was such a case. He left a large casino with 10 million dollars after playing Black Jack and the owners of the casino wanted to know more about him. What's his favourite meal? Where was he born? Was he into other games too?

She smiled as he told her about the true reason of their meeting. For her it wasn't the first time that a detective asked her to spy on someone and she was "good at it". What nobody knew was that she never told anything true about the targets. She had pride and her highest priority was discretion. John gave her the $5000 and without shaking hands she left the car. With the photo of her special client she walked towards the Florida Burger restaurant where he was eating a juicy steak. He looked as precsribed. Black leather jacket, brown shoulder long hair and long fingernails on his pinkies.

"Excuse me honey!", she said after sitting next to him. He looked surprised but it was a bluff. In his carreer as a gambler it wasn't the first time a hot young hooker tried to extract information from him. "Someone stole my car and now I have to get a bus to Salt Lake City", she explained with sparkling eyes.

He asked her what she would like to drink and as the bartender prepared her Margherita they chatted about the weather and the latest game of the Lakers.

"Someone hired me to find out what you eat and where you grew up. Basically everything else, too". He smiled and asked here if she was into bowling. She was and soon after they left towards the bowling center around the corner. "So what's the plan honey?", she asked him after she broke the nail of her index finger and sucked off the blood. "We will have a fun time, I will help you to give the detective some infos about me and then we will go our own ways". She was happy, he was happy, and as the owner of the bowling center came to put a band-aid on her finger they kept looking into each other's eyes with amusement.

They night was young so they decided to get some XTC from Harvey. Harvey was a cool guy who made a lot of money by selling little happy pills. Nowadays he lived off his Bitcoins which he mined in 2010 after a hacker told him that this would be a banking killer. He hated the banks and immediately bought 8 graphic cards in the gaming shop around the corner, put everything together and by fall had several thousand coins. He didn't have to sell anymore but still liked the occasional buzz. He always had the best quality. "Let's take 1 each and you keep the other 8 for whenever", he said. She agreed and had a sip of her coke.

After half an hour the magic started to happen, they checked into a room of a big casino and gave each other a massage. The laughter was big and after the intitial rush wore off John gave her 500 bucks and a kiss on the cheek. "See you around and good luck with inventing some information about my favourite food!". More laughter and a last look into each others eyes as the door closed behind him.

He walked like on clouds, got himself a pair of cheap sunglasses and hopped into the next taxi. "Salt Lake City", he told the driver. Jean, that was her name, saw him disappearing into the night. The cab turned right and was gone.

She took another pill, pen and paper and started to write. Favorite food? Noodles with shrimp. She giggled. Favorite color? Black. Now she had to laugh out loud as she imagined John's face while reading it. Children? Both studying abroad but where? England! She always wanted to go to England.

Her hand reached the remote and she enjoyed the air-con while lying on the large bed. She loved her life and almost wished to meet him again. The stranger in the leather jacket who was obviously a good gambler and fun to be around with.

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