Nervous(21)

It was obvious he was thinking about taking advantage of the opportunity. He was looking back and forth between me and the parking lot.

“Oh, come on, Jerry,” I said. “No one is going to come in here shopping at this time on a Monday evening. People are stressing over their first day back at work, thinking about what they did over the weekend and wondering why it had to end.”

Then he did it. He asked me a stupid fucking question. “Did my wife send you?”

I laughed. “No, I don’t know the bitch.”

“She’s always talking about not trusting me. How do I know you’re not one of those, what do they call them, decoys that they have on talk shows all the time?”

I shook my head. “Jerry, you need to get a life. You’re a sexy man, I’m a sex fiend, and I want to fuck you. Right here, right now. It’s just that simple.” I pointed at the door. “Lock it.”

He didn’t utter a word. Just did as he was instructed. When the door was secure, he came back over to the bed and asked, “Now what?”

“Take off your clothes.”

“All of them?”

“No, the pants will do. I just want some dick.”

He trembled as he undid his belt and kicked off his shoes. “This is absolutely insane. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Believe it, Jerry. You’re doing it. You’re about to fuck a complete stranger at your job. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

“So, what’s your name anyway?” he asked as he climbed on the bed beside me.

I smacked my lips. “I don’t have a name, Jerry. But if you insist on calling me something, just call me Whore. I think I’d like that.”

“You want me to call you Whore?”

“Yes, sure, why not?”

“Look, are you sure you’re clean?” He started looking me up and down, like he was doing an examination. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Jerry, either we’re going to shit or get off the pot. Know what I’m saying?” I asked. “I don’t believe in condoms. When it’s my time, it’s my time. But, for the record, yes, I am clean.”

I decided there had been enough talking. I felt like a man trying to persuade a virgin to do it for the first time.

“Jerry, just shut the hell up!” I yelled at him. “Now give me my dick!”



I dominated Jerry for the rest of the evening. It was after closing time when I left the mattress shop and not a single person came up to the door. The phone only rang twice. Before it was over, said and done, Jerry had fucked me six ways from Sunday. We fucked on top of four different mattress sets. I tied him to a brass bed and wore him out on top of a pillowtop set but my knees kept sinking into it too much. For the record, the cheapest set was best for rough-riding.

All of that release of sexual tension was for naught. My anger started all over again when I returned to the apartment and that Mason bastard had left a note for Jon taped to the door. He wanted to know if she would consider going out with him that Saturday. Ironically, he wanted her to go to a wedding with him. I snickered. Could it be the same wedding Jon had promised to attend with Darnetta? Either way, Jon was not about to accept his invite. I made sure of that by ripping up the note. However, if it did come to pass that it was one and same event, I was determined to turn that motherfucker out.





14




jonquinette

I didn’t remember a thing after I left Dr. Spencer’s office. I also overslept for the second day in a row. The scent was there again when I took a shower. What was truly sad about the entire thing was that I was getting used to the same thing happening to me over and over again. That didn’t make it any less frightening, though.

I showed up at the office an hour late. There was no way I was calling in two days in a row. I might have found myself on the unemployment line. The place was already jumping. Thank goodness business had picked back up or we all would have had hell to pay.

Less than two minutes after I sat down at my desk, Darnetta was poking her head in my doorway. “What’s up, Jon?”

“Nothing. I just got here.” I started shuffling some of the papers around. I really didn’t feel like having a long, drawn-out discussion that day. “I have a ton of things to catch up on.”

“Are you okay?” she asked. “I heard you called in yesterday.”

“I’m fine. I was just a little under the weather.”

“Yeah, the rapid temperature changes have been wild lately. Most of my family is sick.”

“Well, whatever I had only lasted a day.” I started scribbling on a pad, hoping she would take the hint and leave. “So, you busy today?”