I met Brandi when she was a waitress. She was the kind of girl men looked at. Blonde hair and a tight body. A great smile. Warm and friendly. She was easy going and had few expectations from life. Uncomplicated in her attitude. She was also a few credits short of a nursing qualification but I wasn't sure she'd ever finish her course. I don't think she was either.
Brandi chose her men much like she chose her birth control. She was messy with it. And at 26 years old she had a young daughter to prove it. The daddy wasn't around. Not that she didn't know who he was, they'd even tried to make it work for a little while. He just decided fatherhood wasn't for him and moved back to his hometown.
So waitressing in a small logging town she'd meet all kinds of men. Most of them single. Desperate for company. Always trying to get close to her. When there was little industry there were also few people who stayed. With four or five dollar stores and bargain centres on the main street, the town wore it's economic climate on its sleeve.
Brandi's older brother was married with kids and ran the local Doggie Daycare. I knew him from dropping the dog off. He was outdoorsy type in a wilderness community, so Brandi was introduced to many of his friends. Mountain bikers, mountain climbers, kayakers and kiteboarders. The guy she was seeing when we met was a mountain biker and appeared to be much like her. Easy on the eye but not much driving force to do more than enjoy the things he enjoyed doing. And Brandi was one of those things.
When they got together there was fire. It was frantic. Fun. They'd drink together and laugh out loud around the pool table. And Brandi had that air of someone who liked sex. She was sexy. Perky little breasts and a tight ass that looked great in jeans. The way she looked at him when he came in to pick her up after shift told you that they had a good time.
One day she was running late for work and threw on her clothes from the night before. She always looked disheveled her clothes unironed, bleached blonde hair carelessly pulled back. Waitressing at the pub the only real uniform requirement was the apron they gave you.
After a couple of hours on the floor running between the kitchen and the bar, Brandi started to warm up. She started sweating. Putting down plates of burgers and fries at a table of guys, they asked for tomato sauce and as she walked to the waiter's station to get it that's when she could smell it. The distinct smell of sex. She knew she hadn't showered but that wasn't it. She actually smelt like cum. She walked the sauce back to their table and went to the bathroom to check herself out. She washed her hands and smelt her armpits, cupped her hand over her mouth and breathed out, washed her face and the back of her neck, but nothing. There was nothing crusty in her hair. Turning around slowly in the mirror front, then back. Nothing on her shirt. Nothing on her skirt. It was as she was turning back, filled with confusion when she finally saw it. There it was. The culprit. She'd almost missed it. Between the shoulder blades, across the back of her black t-shirt was a white snail trail. The heat of her body warming it up until it gave off it's scent. His cum.
That's when it dawned on her. She'd reached down on the floor after sex and grabbed whatever she could find to wipe off and hadn't remembered she'd used her t-shirt until it was too late. Once she was busy at work. With only the clothes on her back. Her body had warmed up and revealed all. For all those around her to see and smell.
Some people like a tissue, some toilet paper, others a towel. Brandi, she uses her clothes. And that day, everyone in the pub knew it.
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