Short stories

Conning Clyde

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Bars were never my forte. It wasn't like I wasn't a party animal, because the pictures of me waking up naked in random peoples bedrooms or the countless videos of me hand standing or even twerking in random videos across the internet could attest I definitely was. I just preferred other ways to spend my time.

"Kenzi!" Ah, Marilyn, someone who can attest to that fact.

"I'm going home with Luke." I didn't know Luke. "So I'll see you at home go get laid love you." She blew me a kiss, walking out the door with a brooding dark haired boy behind her.

This was a normal occurrence so I wasn't too worried, she went home with a new boy every single week basically and it had become a normal occurrence for her to come stumbling in, waking me and everyone else up, at four am. Well, when I was in the room. Which was becoming much rarer.

"Hey cutie," I grimaced as some guy pulled up, sitting his skinny ass down in a chair and grinning at me.

"Hello member of the Rugrats," he seemed not at all turned off by my so-called insult and smiled even brighter.

"Wanna come home with me?" He moved to wrap his hand around my shoulders and in seconds I had stolen his watch. Child's play.

"Sure, can I get your number? I have a feeling you will be a good lay," If he could've given me his teeth, he would've. He stumbled out an agreement, anxiously grabbing out his pockets and handing me his phone.

Admittedly, I pushed my chest out so he was focused more on my assets than the fact I was Venmo-ing myself and shutting him out of his bank account so by the time he realized I had stolen four hundred dollars he'd have no clue what happened. Under some fake name, I logged out and gave it back, leaning against him.

"It's been so fun, you're so hot." I whispered seductively breathing deeper. "I so sadly have to go," I falsely glanced at the time. "I'll be late, but I promise I'll call soon. I can't wait to get you alone." I played it up a bit more, twirling my hair until he practically was drooling.

"Yeah, of course," his heart eyes were practically bugging out of his head. "I have to go to," he glanced at his phone before attempting to kiss me, instead getting my cheek. "Cant wait. See you soon, angel."
He walked off, just like that. Wow, that was easy.

I am so far from an angel, I stole 440$ and your watch from you in a 5 minute conversation. Well technically Micheal Thompson did, my fake account name for everything.

"Hey love," I flinched as another sleaze walked up to me, sitting down on the stool former idiot wasn't on. I didn't have enough energy for another scam I already had a five hundred cash tonight and more than a couple accessories. "Nice shirt. Take it off." I almost spit my water out.

"Get lost, hooker." I stared down at my water glass, with red flavoring. Guys are much more likely to fall for a drunk ditz. And coincidentally, Kroger's fruit punch water flavoring looks awfully like some fruity alchol drink

"I would, but something tells me you'd rather me not leave and go report to the police of your.. shall we say.. findings? Did you know stealing in general is a crime?" I glanced up, a little startled. I raised my eyebrows at the genuinely pretty guy across from me, a nice black button down with slacks and a basically perfect long hair cut. Pretty brown eyes. Three necklaces, two of which easy to grab. 7.. no, 8 rings. A bracelet and a watch. Plus super expensive shoes and the newest model phone. Clear money.

Admiring him, his words took much too long to register and I'm sure he realized.

"What?" I twirled my hair for an extra dumb affect.