Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

The oldest business in the world

Sam

Because my boss had his birthday, I met with some colleagues in a club. Gabe came over for a moment, congratulated Tom, and sat at the bar. With a frown, I watched him treat himself to the second whiskey. My husband only drank hard stuff when something bothered him. To get to the bottom of it, I made my way to him. On the way, I opened two blouse buttons and ruffled my hair. Then I sat beside him, looking at him from the side, and ordered.

"Whiskey neat, please."

"Hello, stranger, why so depressed? Stress with the girlfriend, boyfriend, or wife? Spill the beans –– I'm a good listener."

Gabe grinned as I took a sip and grimaced. Well, that firewater was nothing for me.

"So alone, beautiful woman? Don't you've anyone waiting for you?"

"I can't afford a partner; they're all looking for space in my job," I answered, giggling.

"Whatcha working?"

"I work in the horizontal industry," I said, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise, adding that I was a prostitute.

"And ... you're free today?" He replied, amused, and I nodded. "And nothing better to do than listen to the concerns of some stranger?"

"Occupational disease," I replied with a shrug and sipped anew on the glass.

Yuck, how can you find that good?!

"You'd be surprised what's entrusted to me. It's like a waitress or a hairdresser ... we're the headshrinkers of the men," I added, coughing briefly.

"I'm Gabriel," he said, shaking my hand.

"Samantha. A ring ... married?" I asked, nodding to his hand.

"Yeah."

"The pretty guys are either married or gay," I sighed in disappointment.

So now I'd finally been able to apply the sentence I'd carried with me all my life.

"Are you happy?" I asked, and he nodded dreamily.

"She's a pearl."

My husband beamed, and a pleasant shiver seeped through me.

"But?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing but," he replied thoughtfully, taking a sip.

"You sit alone, drinking whiskey and talking to a strange woman. Spit it out, handsome, something bothering your pretty little head."

"..."

"I can't talk about that."

"Can't you or don't you want?" I asked, putting my hand on his thigh.

"I ... don't... I", he stammered, and I frowned.

"You can tell me everything, sweetie; we have something like an obligation to secrecy."

With a smile, I looked at him encouragingly.

Come on. I make it so easy for you

"I recently had sex with a man."

"And she found out?" I asked, looking shocked.

"No, on the contrary, we have a friend of ours ... and ..." he murmured, nervously playing with the glass.

"Friendship plus?" I replied, and he nodded.

"I liked it ... very much."

"Top or Bottom?" I asked, and he looked at me in amazement. "Do you think your wife takes offense if you like to get it from behind?"