parkeroutback:
She’d been in Dayton for a while now, and since she’d graduated from college and didn’t have to commute anymore, Parker was spending a lot more time in town. She’d made no effort to get a job, but thanks to her parents and their careers, didn’t actually have to get one. That left her with plenty of time to do what she liked to think she did best, flit around Dayton like she was the fictional character Eloise doing her daily rounds at the Plaza.
She had a very busy and demanding schedule that included treating herself (and sometimes a friend or two) to a late brunch before sitting in a coffee shop and pretending she was working on a novel when really she was just using the wifi to watch porn. Definitely not the most conventional hobby, but she liked the risk of being caught, and it wasn’t like she kept it on full volume or anything, she wasn’t that rude.
The issue with that hobby was that it almost always left her wound up, and she couldn’t always just drop in on one of her fuck buddies to take care of her… they had lives and jobs and she had to pretend to actually respect that. It’s why instead of texting someone to see if she could stop by, Parker caught up with the person who’d just walked past her, falling into step next to them and waiting until they actually noticed her before she spoke.
“What are the chances I can convince you to come back to my place, paint me green and spank me like a disobedient avocado?” she asked, her expression completely serious regardless of how ridiculous her proposition had been.
It wasn’t unusual to find someone watching porn in public in this town. Most of them had their headphones in out of auditory respect, but you’d catch glimpses of the screens. Ainsley herself was even known to partake now and then, if she was bored, about to meet someone for a quickie that she wasn’t sure would get her off if she didn’t pregame first. The girl to her left was watching some good quality shit too, the kind of porn that toed that line between overdramatic overproduced and so amateur the camera angle from your bedside table mostly shows off your legs but damn that audio is dreeeenching me.
She’d lost track of time, watching over the girl’s shoulder till her coffee was finished. But Ainsley couldn’t let herself idle, there was too much to do, errands to run, a 3 o’clock conference with vendors. So she tore her eyes from the free entertainment, tossed her first cup and ordered a second to go. The sun was bright, too bright, her vampire nature making her immediately pull out her sunglasses. Make it till 5 and then she’d call Hayden, demand he meet her at her place, give in to this insanity between them yet again. She’s imagining it, the way he smells, how good his stubble feels against her cheek when she burrows against him. Another sip of her new beverage and then the female voice distracts her.
Distracts her and throws her for a loop. The avacado bit making her sputter with shocked amusement and nearly choked on her coffee.
She’s hot, and normally Ainsley would have jumped on that clever pick up line so fast. But god Hayden had stolen her edge from her, filled her head with nothing but themness. “You know I actually have edible paints at home, but that’s ... besides the point. I am afraid I am unavailable for spanking. But baby if you got needs I know a classy little sex club up the street a block. I can get you in and get you real taken care of.”









