Alyssa in Atlanta

Chastity Veldt

Description

Welcome to Hotlanta…


Alyssa Dupont: She's tall, athletic, blonde, and she annoys the crap out of standup comic Jake Nilsen. She's the bar manager at the Popcorn Comedy Club where he's performing this weekend.


She's constantly teasing Jake and giving him a hard time, but Jake may turn the tables on her before the weekend is over, and then he'll be giving her the hard time.

Sujets

• Romance
• BD Erotique
• Romance érotique
• contemporary
• Erotica
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: 4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
• Date de parution: 01 février 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781644501740
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 3 Mo

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Alyssa in Atlanta
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Print ISBN: 978-1-644 50-175-7
Audio ISBN: 978-1-644 50-199-3


Chapter 1
“F ucking traffic,” growled Jake. “God save me from Atlanta traffic. Why is there so much traffic in the middle of the a fternoon?”
Jake Nilsen was sitting in his pickup at the parking lot known as the I-75/I-85 merger, just north of Midtown Atlanta. It was 2:30 on Wednesday, and Jake was in town for a four -day show.
“What was that?” a woman’s voice said over his stere o speaker.
“Sorry,” said Jake. “We’re completely stopped right where 75 and 85 come together on the north side of town.”
“I’ve been there a few times. Yeah, that’s pretty terrible down there,” said the voice. Jake was talking with Molly Moser, a bookstore owner from Milwaukee. He had spent a few days with Molly while he was doing his standup in her hometown. 1 “Hey, did you ever finish those Rex Sto ut books?”
“Oh, sure,” said Jake. “I even bought a few on my Kindle, and I’ve been going through about one every two days.”
“Kindle, Jake? Jesus, you sure know how to hur t a girl.”
“Sorry I haven’t been able to find a good bookstore. At least, not one with all the great service yours offered.”
“Best servicing you’ve ever had,” corrected Molly. Jake could hear her smile.
“I still get turned on thinking about it, ” he said.
“Maybe you can tell me all about it. What was your favor ite part?”
Jake realized this was the time where she was expecting him to talk dirty, and he felt his face grow hot. He hated talking dirty when he wasn’t actually having sex. It made him very self-conscious, like everyone else on I-75 would know he was doing it. He loved talking dirty while having actual sex because it made everything hotter. But if he was expected to perform on the phone, he froze up.
“Ding-a-ling!” He heard the one in Molly’s store clang. Saved by the bell!
“I’ve got to go,” she said.
“New customer, or did Prudie Judy come in?”
“Uh-huh,” said Molly. “Talk to you later. Bye.” She hung u p quickly.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” said Jake casting his gaze over the miles of slow-crawling cars. “Hey Siri, how far is it to the Popcorn Com edy Club?”
“The Popcorn Comedy Club is four miles away. Take exit 249D in t wo miles.”
Jake spotted exit 250 just ahead and knew if he could make it onto the surface streets, it’d be faster than if he stayed on the highway. Besides, he wanted to stop for lunch before he checked in, and he knew he could get there from here. He zipped off onto the shoulder and started heading up to the exit, whipping past a semi-truck that had tried to pull over to keep him from doing just that. Jake never understood why semi drivers thought they were the enforcers of the road rules, so he raised his arm out the window, middle finger fully extended, and drove up the ramp. The semi driver yanked on his horn in frustration that someone was getting away with something.
“Die mad about it, asshole,” Jake mumbled as he continued on the ramp. “Hey Siri, take me to The Varsity.”
“Turn left on 14th Street NWthen turn right on Spring Street NW,” sai d the GPS.
The Varsity is a beloved Atlanta institution serving some of the best hot dogs in the entire Southeast, and Jake made it a point to stop by anytime he passed through town. And he got the same thing every time: two slaw dogs, a chili dog, and a Coke. He had worked out extra hard for the last few days just for this and figured he would have to double his run tonight because he was in the mood for fries.
“Turn right on North Avenue NE, and your destination will be on the right,” sai d the GPS.
“What’ll ya have, what’ll ya have, what’ll ya have?” the cashiers called as he opened the door and the smell of the best hot dogs in the Southeast beckon ed to him.
Oh, yeah, thought Jake. Tonight’s the night to be bad.
An hour later, Jake climbed back into his truck and recalibrated his GPS to get him to the Popcorn Comedy Club, where he was performing as the middle act for a three-day weekend. He needed to check in with the owner and get the keys to the club apartment. Many comedy clubs had a small apartment where they put up traveling comics since they normally didn’t pay enough for the comic to stay in a hotel. Apartments actually helped clubs save money and protected their cash flow.
He parked behind the club near a large shopping plaza and wandered in. A blonde woman behind the bar was facing away and stocking the ref rigerator.
“Hi, I’m Jake Nilsen. I’m the middle this weekend.”
“Hey,” said the blonde woman, turning around. “Did you say Neleson?”
“No , Nilsen.”
“Oh. I’m Alyssa Dupont. I’m the bar manager.”
“Nice to meet you.” Jake reached out and shook her hand.
She had long fingers and a strong grip. A low cut t-shirt clung to her large breasts and flat stomach, over some cutoff denim shorts, and hiking boots that added an inch to her already statuesque 5’11” frame. Her hair was a dishwater blonde, cut into a spiky blonde p ixie crop.
Alyssa’s eyes widened a little bit as she took in Jake’s features. Jake stood 6’2” and built like a swimmer with a tight waist and wide shoulders. He had very light blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and wore round glasses. Wearing a Modest Mouse t-shirt, it was a little tight in the chest and sleeves, showing off his physique. He would have cut a more impressive figure if he didn’t have a chili stain on his shirt.
Alyssa turned back around and returned to filling up the lower refrigerators. “You’d better not be looking at my ass,” she said.
Jake quickly snapped his eyes back to the top-shelf bottles. “No, ma’am,” he said. “That would be wrong.” To be fair, it was a nice ass , pert and well-toned, and her thighs were shapely and muscular. Jake could see the quad muscles shift as she crouched down to her task.
“I’m just kidding,” said Alyssa, popping up and facing Jake again. “I have a nice ass.”
“I wouldn’t know,” said Jake. “I’m a perfect g entleman.”
“Then you’re probably not a real comic. All the guy comics I know are r eal pigs.”
“#NotAllComics,” said Jake. “Where can I find the manager?”
“Oh, all business, huh, Mr. Middle?” Alyssa crossed her arms in front of her, squeezing her impressive breasts together, causing them to swell and accentuate her cleavage. She bit her lower lip suggestively, and Jake fought to maintain ey e contact.
Jake smiled at her. “It’s important to be a professional, especially with the person who’s making you r drinks.”
“Well, I won’t be making them tonight, Mr. Middle. I’m off until tomorrow. I’m just restocking and doing i nventory.”
“That’s alright. I don’t do my A material until the weekend anyway. I just make shit up in the middle of the week to see if anyone notices.”
“Really? That doesn’t seem very prof essional.”
“No, I’m kidding,” laughed Jake. “I try to do the same show every night. But if I add new material, I do try it out during the week rather than when I’ve got a b ig crowd.”
“Well, we’ve got some pretty big crowds on the weeknights. All the college kids come in during the week because it’s cheaper than the weekends. You’ll probably have a sizable crowd tomorrow.”
“Oh, really? That’ll be a nice change.