smirk on her face. “I did.”
“They fired me. What the fuck is wrong with you? What did I ever do to you?” I asked trying to keep my voice down to not cause a scene, although I almost didn’t care. They couldn’t fire me again.
“You used me, Kayden. You had sex with me and then ignored me.”
“Jessica, YOU came on to me not the other way around. I never sexually harassed you.” I moved closer and put my lips against her ear, “Maybe I fucked you too good. Did you enjoy my cock a little too much?”
Her head moved away quickly; the words hit a little too close to home. “Fuck you, Kayden. You’re a dick. You used me.”
“You never asked to be my girlfriend. I thought it was a plain and simple moment of passion; guess you’re just a conniving bitch.” There wasn’t more to say.
I didn’t have any other skills. My job filled my days and kept me from drinking too much, but now I had nothing, no reason to hold back.
I went to the bar with my friends that night. The city would be a flurry of activity, and I needed to lose myself in the excitement. I was picked up by one of the guys since I was already shitfaced from my afternoon binge. I can’t recall which bars we wandered in and out of through the haze of people.
A giant party bus filled with women caught my attention as we walked down the sidewalk looking for our next destination.
“Gentleman, I think we’ve hit the mother load,” I said. “It’s a bachelorette party.” I knocked at the door and waited. All the giggling and chattering stopped; the doors opened, and I was greeted by a beautiful brunette with a short dress and fuck me pumps. “Ladies, are we celebrating?”
“Hell yes we are. Natasha is getting married tomorrow,” said the girl in the little red number. Her words were slurred, and she swayed on those mile high heels.
“Feel like a little male company?” I asked with an eyebrow raised and a grin on my face.
“It’s up to the girls. Ladies, what do you say? Look out the windows… do we want to invite the gentlemen in?”
Female faces filled the windows and eyed us, checking us out like a potential meal or victim. “Come on in, boys.”
We had a couple drinks on the bus and talked with the girls. Everyone paid attention to a different girl and shared the love. I paid strict attention to the bride. I wasn’t looking for love but a night of fun. “Are you sure you want to get married, beautiful?”
“I do; he’s a nice guy.” Those words are the kiss of death. It was code for boring ass mother fucker, but he’s kind and makes good money.
“We’re here,” yelled a girl from the front trying be heard over the chatter and music.
“Want to dance with someone the polar opposite of your husband-to-be?” I held out my hand, and she stared at it for a long moment.
“Let’s go, hot stuff.” Maybe she wasn’t as committed as she let on.
We entered the crowded dance club filled with smoke and music so loud it made your chest throb with the beat. I took the bride on the dance floor and grinded against her. I fucked her through her pretty little dress with her veil on. She blushed but pushed her body against mine. We stared into each other eyes, and I saw the spark. My cock grew hard from the friction of her body against mine and the look in her eyes. It was sensual, and no nudity was involved. I would’ve never fucked her. I was on the shit end of that stick before and wouldn’t wish it on another soul.
The moment was ruined by an asshole who bumped into me causing her to fall to the floor. “What the fuck is wrong with you, dickhead?” I yelled at the bastard as I helped her off the floor.
“Fuck off, dude.” He started to walk away. Fuck me? No apologies to the lady he knocked over. I needed someone to take my anger from the day out on, and this guy fit the bill. I grabbed his shoulder before he was able to take another step.
“Fuck off? Apologize to the lady. NOW.”
He looked at my hand with a
“They fired me. What the fuck is wrong with you? What did I ever do to you?” I asked trying to keep my voice down to not cause a scene, although I almost didn’t care. They couldn’t fire me again.
“You used me, Kayden. You had sex with me and then ignored me.”
“Jessica, YOU came on to me not the other way around. I never sexually harassed you.” I moved closer and put my lips against her ear, “Maybe I fucked you too good. Did you enjoy my cock a little too much?”
Her head moved away quickly; the words hit a little too close to home. “Fuck you, Kayden. You’re a dick. You used me.”
“You never asked to be my girlfriend. I thought it was a plain and simple moment of passion; guess you’re just a conniving bitch.” There wasn’t more to say.
I didn’t have any other skills. My job filled my days and kept me from drinking too much, but now I had nothing, no reason to hold back.
I went to the bar with my friends that night. The city would be a flurry of activity, and I needed to lose myself in the excitement. I was picked up by one of the guys since I was already shitfaced from my afternoon binge. I can’t recall which bars we wandered in and out of through the haze of people.
A giant party bus filled with women caught my attention as we walked down the sidewalk looking for our next destination.
“Gentleman, I think we’ve hit the mother load,” I said. “It’s a bachelorette party.” I knocked at the door and waited. All the giggling and chattering stopped; the doors opened, and I was greeted by a beautiful brunette with a short dress and fuck me pumps. “Ladies, are we celebrating?”
“Hell yes we are. Natasha is getting married tomorrow,” said the girl in the little red number. Her words were slurred, and she swayed on those mile high heels.
“Feel like a little male company?” I asked with an eyebrow raised and a grin on my face.
“It’s up to the girls. Ladies, what do you say? Look out the windows… do we want to invite the gentlemen in?”
Female faces filled the windows and eyed us, checking us out like a potential meal or victim. “Come on in, boys.”
We had a couple drinks on the bus and talked with the girls. Everyone paid attention to a different girl and shared the love. I paid strict attention to the bride. I wasn’t looking for love but a night of fun. “Are you sure you want to get married, beautiful?”
“I do; he’s a nice guy.” Those words are the kiss of death. It was code for boring ass mother fucker, but he’s kind and makes good money.
“We’re here,” yelled a girl from the front trying be heard over the chatter and music.
“Want to dance with someone the polar opposite of your husband-to-be?” I held out my hand, and she stared at it for a long moment.
“Let’s go, hot stuff.” Maybe she wasn’t as committed as she let on.
We entered the crowded dance club filled with smoke and music so loud it made your chest throb with the beat. I took the bride on the dance floor and grinded against her. I fucked her through her pretty little dress with her veil on. She blushed but pushed her body against mine. We stared into each other eyes, and I saw the spark. My cock grew hard from the friction of her body against mine and the look in her eyes. It was sensual, and no nudity was involved. I would’ve never fucked her. I was on the shit end of that stick before and wouldn’t wish it on another soul.
The moment was ruined by an asshole who bumped into me causing her to fall to the floor. “What the fuck is wrong with you, dickhead?” I yelled at the bastard as I helped her off the floor.
“Fuck off, dude.” He started to walk away. Fuck me? No apologies to the lady he knocked over. I needed someone to take my anger from the day out on, and this guy fit the bill. I grabbed his shoulder before he was able to take another step.
“Fuck off? Apologize to the lady. NOW.”
He looked at my hand with a
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