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Gun Moll: A Short Sex Adventure Erotica!

Joe Brewster

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She looked like a 1930's gun moll or something. Sitting alone in the bar like that. Decked out in vintage clothes with her retro hairstyle; smoking her cigarette; wearing a cloche beret.

A post-modern look, I guess.

I’m seeing more and more women do that. Wear a mix of styles from the past. They usually go with a Bettie Page Pin-up style, or a Punk/Goth/Burlesque look. Most have more gall than they know what to do with. I say that because they don’t have the body to pull it off--- or the attitude. They end up looking like something that ought to be sipping cans of PBR at the local Hipster Halloween Party.

But this wasn't a hipster joint. And those other types usually cover it up with irony so thick it makes you cringe.

This chick was playing it straight. She was sexy, tough and sophisticated. She had the chops--- and the body --- to carry it off without the crutch of irony.

Like I said, she looked like a million bucks.

I had to laugh when I thought about it. I could just see myself walking up to her and asking, 'Anyone ever tell you you look like a gun moll?' Young as she was, she might think I called her a 'Gun Mall'. Like a place to shop for guns or something.

It was a stupid line anyway.

Leave it to me to screw up a fantasy. What did it matter? As if I had the balls to sweet-talk her and try to pick her up. She was a little young for me anyway, couldn’t be more than twenty-one, tops. So I had about ten years on her--- not that it meant anything. She’d still eat me alive, I’ll bet.

That didn’t keep my eyes from wandering her way every few seconds. She didn't care. She was used to having guys paw her over with their eyes.

She had that cynical look; sort of jaded. Or maybe she just didn't see anything to get excited about. That would make her a realist.