Hot Stuff: Friday Fictioneers

Like being the object of affection? This girl did, even if it was a little on the cheap side…

Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.

This week’s story is about a hot object, so to speak.

Copyright Ted Strutz

Copyright Ted Strutz

Hot Stuff

Okay, so he called me Hot Stuff.

I liked it.

Hot Stuff, get me this or that, he’d say.

Yeah, he ordered me around, but it made me feel needed. And when I brought him whatever it was he wanted, he’d grab my ass or my breasts, or pull me over and lay a wet one on me, whispering with his warm breath in my ear, love you, Hot Stuff, you’re the best! Shivers. I loved it.

So when he pulled the plug, I didn’t get it. Couldn’t get it. Everything emptied out of me.

I sold the trailer. Never returned.

Randy Mazie


34 thoughts on “Hot Stuff: Friday Fictioneers

  1. Dear Randy, Good story and it really was a weird relationship they had. I think I would have clobbered him with a skillet if he kept grabbing me. She must have not minded it though. Nan 🙂

  2. I remember seeing the ad. Single wide trailer complete with party lights down the front and plastic flamingos in the yard. I had no idea her name was Hot Stuff. All the other guys in the trailer park just called her Debbie-do-me.

  3. Quite unsettling this one. I understand why she felt love and needed, but it’s a funny sort of love he gave. You give us a great sense of both their characters told from just her POV. Well done.

  4. Now she knows all about losers. I wonder what sort of past she had to fall for the likes of him? The ending is hopeful – for her at least.
    I liked this take on the prompt.

  5. This language,reminds me of some of those old movies except they wouldn’t have shown things being grabbed. They left a lot to the imagination. Was his name Joe or Al by the way? Did she wear a Gypsy blouse and have hair falling over one eye. Just wondering,.Randy. Well done.. 🙂 — Suzanne

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