The Beer Cart Girl Part II

The Man Who Lost All of His Money

Beer Cart Girl

Mike had been training hard three nights a week at Applebee’s, trying out some of his new material on the waitresses. The girls seemed to respond well to his pickup lines, and he was certain it would work on Christy the beer cart girl.

As a business executive, it was his job to get others to believe in what he said. As a matter of fact, he didn’t believe in anything that came out of his mouth – he simply said whatever to get what he ultimately desired. And he wanted Christy, in her short skirt riding beside him in his luxury BMW 4 Series.

On Saturday morning, he sprayed on some Drakkar Noir cologne before dressing in a red performance polo shirt and a pair of khaki pants. As a symbol of his status and power, he decided to pull his PXG golf clubs out of the closet. A mission as important as this needed a set of $5,000 clubs. The flashier, the better.

Once down at the golf course, Mike met up with the other three members of his foursome. He told them about Christy and his preparation. The men were impressed but skeptical. Could Mike actually win a date with this chick? A bet was placed. If Mike couldn’t woo Christy, he would pay up $300 to be separated three ways. If Mike won, his friends would pay him $100 each. They all shook hands and started their round.

They were at the third hole when Christy drove up in the beer cart, her long blond hair blowing back in the warm Saturday morning breeze. Mike was grinning ear to ear. The game had begun.

Christy got out of the cart, adjusting her short tennis skirt and tucking in her white tank top. “What can I get you guys?” she asked, cocking her head to one side and placing her hands on her hips.

“I’ll take a rum and Coke!” Mike blurted out.

Christy burst out laughing. “You must be thirsty, mister.”

Mike smirked. “You seem like the kinda girl who’s heard every line in the book.”

Eyes down, Christy shook her head. Oh, the man didn’t know how to talk to women, it was undeniable; but he was like every other guy out on the golf course. They all flirted with her, but it just made teasing money out of them that much easier.

“I’ve been waiting to see you for weeks,” Mike said, more insistent, “and now that I’m here, you’re even more beautiful in person.”

The blood swept up in Christy’s throat. Of course this guy would be like all the rest. She was under no obligation to exchange another word with this pathetic loser. But she had a brilliant idea.

Christy bent over at the waist, reaching for a cooler full of ice so she could create his drink. She looked up him with her big doe eyes, “I’ve heard it all. But I think you’re the cutest one who’s tried.”

This is going to be easy, Mike thought to himself. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. “Make it strong and I’ll tip you a little extra,” he added.

Christy scooped ice into the cup, poured in the rum and then the Coke, and stirred it with a little straw. “Here you go,” she said and handed the drink to him. “That’ll be $7.”

“For you, it’s worth more than that,” Mike said and offered her a twenty dollar bill. Christy grinned and took the cash. Her little performance had worked perfectly. She eyed the bills he still had in his hand. “I might as well try my next trick,” she thought to herself. Forgetting the rest of his party, she focused solely on Mike.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Christy asked and before Mike could answer, she twirled around in a circle, her skirt flying in the wind. Mike’s jaw dropped. Christy was putting on a show, just for him! He hadn’t even used any of the material he had practiced on the waitresses at Applebee’s.

He held out forty dollars. “Take this, too. I know you don’t make much and being the beer cart girl is hard work.” Christy gently took the bills from his hand and placed it in a pouch she had around her waist. Everything was working according to plan.

“Hey, what about us?” one of Mike’s friends asked impatiently. He knew what Christy was doing and couldn’t believe Mike was falling for it.

“Don’t worry, guys,” Christy said. “I’ll get to you, but first I have to freshen up.” She pulled out a small mirror and some lipstick out of her bag. Looking into the mirror, she began applying the lipstick slowly and deliberately. It was bright red.

Mike’s eyes were locked onto her. And before he knew what was he was doing, he had given Christy another forty dollars.

Christy doubted that it would take much longer to gather the rest of the money. But she worried about Mike’s friends who were picking up on her pitiful swindle. If she wanted to make money, she would have to manipulate them all. And she was sure she could do it.

To Be Continued…

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