Unchained Melody (Daniel Ricciardo)

Things have to change

"Oh Ayla! Oh baby! Oh I'm gonna cum."
Ayla rolls her eyes, luckily her latest hook up has his eyes closed so he doesn't see it.

She can't even remember his name, but she met him in the bar she works at. He definitely has the looks, but she should have known that he would have sucked in bed. He was way too confident and cocky, but she fell for it anyways.
Now she is waiting for him to be done so she can kick him out.

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Let me give it to you!" He cries out before she can feel his body still.
His cock isn't exactly impressive and he barely knows what to do with it, so she isn't even close to finishing. But that's fine, her head isn't exactly in the right place anyways.

Finally he rolls off her and lays on his back in her bed. His cock is already going limp which makes it look even less impressive.
"You might want to get rid of that condom before you'll make a mess of my bed." She says knowing that she will wash the sheets as soon as he leaves.

He gets up and heads into the bathroom where he throws away the condom he filled.
When he comes back he wants to climb back in the bed but she holds her hand up in a stop sign.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She asks him.
"Well I was hoping maybe after a break we can do that again. It was amazing right?" The blond guy who was just on top of her says with a smile.

"Well that isn't happening. There's no nice way to say it, but my friend, you suck. Now get dressed and get the hell out of here." Ayla bluntly tells him, leaving him gasping in shock.
"I didn't know you were such a bitch. Maybe if you weren't so frigid it would have been better for you." He says, sounding like a pouting child.

"Oh fuck off. Maybe if you would have paid attention in biology class you would have known most women need a bit more than shoving it in and pounding away. I'll give you one piece of advice, go educate yourself and don't think you're gods gift to women, because you are not. Now please close the door on your way out." She nods at the door as he is putting on his last shoe.

"You're still a bitch." He barks at her as he leaves her bedroom.
"And you are still crap in bed!" She shouts before he closes the door behind him.
She sighs and climbs out of bed after she hears the front door being slammed shut.
First she will change the sheets and then she is going to take a shower and sleep. She has to work again tomorrow night so she hopes she can sleep in tomorrow.

Just as she is putting some clean sheets on her bed Amy walks in.
"He was gone quick. Rubbish again?" She smirks.
"Yeah but then again, most are." Ayla shrugs.

Ever since moving to Amsterdam four years ago she has been doing everything her father would have hated.
She started her job in the bar Amy and she found. It's pretty much a copy of the Coyote Ugly bar from the movie and they hired her at the spot after she sang for them.

It's an alright job, she makes plenty of money, mostly from the tips she gets as soon as she climbs on the bar and starts to sing. Her boss is a really nice woman, Delilah, who already calls Ayla her most valuable employee.
She is able to meet plenty of people and especially men who are all too happy when she pays them any attention.

She loves living with Amy, the two of them have the best time when they are home together. They have explored every little alley the city has to offer and they are able to fully emerge themselves in the variety of cultures the city has.

Still Ayla can't say she is happy. She has her happy moments, but most of the time she feels empty and lonely.

After arriving in Amsterdam she threw her old phone in one of the canals and got a new one with a new number. She had Amy tell her mom that Ayla was fine so if Robert ever asked at least she could tell him that. According to Amy's mom, Robert has been a mess, John had to take time off work to be there for their father and not long ago Robert quit his job at the FIA.