Short story ideas

Chris Tucker was a pencil pusher. He sat at a desk all day in dress jeans and pin stripped button up shirts with his graying hair perfectly in place. He did god knows what on a computer for 8 to 10 hours a day and was resentful every second of it. He hated the technological times our country was moving towards and was not afraid to tell people his view on the matter. He was in shape for his age of 57. He wasn't what you'd call a ladies man but he was charming nonetheless.

Sometimes you could hear him flirting with cute young lady who sat behind him at the cubicles. "Chris do you have any more Reese's Pieces?" She would ask him. "No, sorry sugar I'm fresh out. But you Don' need none that anyway. You's sweet enough on yo' own." He winks at her and she blushes slightly. But that was Chris for you. Southern accent strong and captivating. The difference between Chris and most other men was that he was sincere. Charming, sincere, and honest.

Most of the time.

But he was one of my regulars at the Stardust Motel. The buildings and the office were both painted a terrible shade of yellow trimmed in baby blue. The sign was the same and had big royal blue stars on it too. It lay on the edge of a small, dirty town in central California filled with the likes of people like me: strippers, hookers, druggies, pimps, single moms with screaming children. It made me wonder how someone like Chris came across this part of town. I was leaning against the door frame of room 116, keeping an eye on the manager of the place Willy, as I filed my nails when he pulled up in his 1975 Camero. 7 o'clock on the dot same time he had every Friday for the last 8 months.

Willy was nice enough but I still didn't trust him further than I could throw him. He gave me a good deal on room 116 in exchange for 2 good blow jobs a week. Plus it made it so he didn't mind so much the way I made my money. Especially considering he got fringe benefits of it. Willy peeked from behind his Ray-ban knock-offs at the sight of Chris' car pulling up. I rolled my eyes at him and slinked back in my room. "Stupid fool! Still getting jealous for nothing" I complained.