Charles Bukowski's Slut....I

Watching Bukowski's moves never leave me more than a bottle of beer half full. He took a hold of her left hand and guided her right, looking past me. Giving me instead that knowing glance as she did as I thought so. I could hear the clicking of her high heels on the linoleum floor as they rounded the corner and disappeared outside. Bukowski leaving me at the bar I asked, where they were going and gone and she said that Bukowski had taken the slut outside to show her the beer garden. I laughed and Bukowski said, she’ll see more than the garden, again they both laughed. She then pulled her panties aside and pissed while I was chatting to Bukowski about her saying what a good looking piece of blubber she was and that they hoped she would give them all a good mucking. I called out to Bukowski him saying, what I thought she would say to that. About ten minutes later she came after Bukowski left It was then that she told me how she became a slut as I drove her home.