I’m great, thanks.” He pauses but I don’t reply. “Well, I’m off to bed, see you tomorrow.” He walks out of the room and I take another swig from the bottle. I’m going to feel this tomorrow.
“Hey, Pipe. You almost ready?” I stick my head in the door of the changing rooms. It’s almost time for her to go out on stage. I feel like crap, my head is banging, and I really need a day off work. I didn’t sleep a wink last night, thoughts of Dexter and Jasmine together, invaded my mind.
“Yep, give me two minutes.” I go to head back out, but she stops me. “Hey, Max.” I turn back around to face her.
“What?” I don’t have time for small talk.
“What’s your deal with Jazz? She said that you don’t like her.” My heart thuds in my chest. What the…? I don’t want her to feel like I hate her. I suddenly feel bad. This is my problem, not hers. She hasn’t done anything to deserve the animosity I’ve shown towards her.
I shrug , “I’ve nothing against her, she’s a nice girl. I’m just going through some shit at the moment.” She looks at me and gives me that sympathetic smile that pisses me off. It’s not Piper’s fault that I hate sympathy.
“How’s your Ma?” Piper knows all about my mum, she was there with me when I first had to put her in the home. She knows my feelings towards it and I know that she now thinks that this is why I’m pissed off.
“She’s good. I’ve just got back from lunch with her. She had a good night.” To be honest, she looks worse and worse every day. She’s become so thin that there’s barely any fat left on her. I’m so afraid that I’m going to lose her.
“I’m glad. Give me a few and I’ll be out, okay?” Nodding my head, I leave. I make my way out to the bar, my dick twitches when I see her. Why does she have this effect on me? It would be so much easier if my cock weren’t running my brain. Piper starts her set and I watch Jasmine, whose eyes are transfixed on the stage. She looks in awe of Piper’s performance and I get a knot in my stomach at the thought of her being up there on that stage, men ogling her. She looks up and catches me watching her, I give her a small smile, she beams back and I watch as her face lights up. My expression soon fades when I spot Dex walking up behind her. She turns around to greet him and he kisses her on her cheek. That small, but intimate gesture has me wanting to hurl. I want to kiss her. I want to feel her soft, milky, porcelain skin against mine. I want to grab her silky auburn hair roughly, whilst I take her from behind and I want to taste her and tease her mouth with my tongue. Instead, I turn around and walk away, leaving them both behind.
Jake lets me go home early, but instead, I go to a bar just outside of the city. I need to blow off some steam and I need to get laid. There’s a girl who works here that has been after me for ages, I’ve blown her off a few times previously. She isn’t really my type, but I need to stick my dick into someone, I need to try to get Jasmine out of my mind.
“Hi, Max. Long time no see.” Her face lights up as I walk to the bar and take a seat. Pushing her chest out, she presents me with her large breasts. It’s pathetic, really.
“Hey, Julz. Double Jack, please.” I sit down on the old, worn bar stool and lay my helmet on the bar. She passes me the drink and I take a mouthful, savouring the burn as it slides down my throat. I glance over my shoulder at a group of old men chatting in the corner.
“So, how come you’ve not been in lately?” I don’t want small talk, I need a quick shag, but I guess I should bide my time and be nice to the whore.
“Been busy, working,” I shrug. Taking another gulp of my drink, I pass it back over, motioning for another. I watch her arse sway as she walks over to the bottle. It’s not as nice as Jasmine’s, but it will do.
Half an hour later and I have her pinned up against the toilet door. Her
“Hey, Pipe. You almost ready?” I stick my head in the door of the changing rooms. It’s almost time for her to go out on stage. I feel like crap, my head is banging, and I really need a day off work. I didn’t sleep a wink last night, thoughts of Dexter and Jasmine together, invaded my mind.
“Yep, give me two minutes.” I go to head back out, but she stops me. “Hey, Max.” I turn back around to face her.
“What?” I don’t have time for small talk.
“What’s your deal with Jazz? She said that you don’t like her.” My heart thuds in my chest. What the…? I don’t want her to feel like I hate her. I suddenly feel bad. This is my problem, not hers. She hasn’t done anything to deserve the animosity I’ve shown towards her.
I shrug , “I’ve nothing against her, she’s a nice girl. I’m just going through some shit at the moment.” She looks at me and gives me that sympathetic smile that pisses me off. It’s not Piper’s fault that I hate sympathy.
“How’s your Ma?” Piper knows all about my mum, she was there with me when I first had to put her in the home. She knows my feelings towards it and I know that she now thinks that this is why I’m pissed off.
“She’s good. I’ve just got back from lunch with her. She had a good night.” To be honest, she looks worse and worse every day. She’s become so thin that there’s barely any fat left on her. I’m so afraid that I’m going to lose her.
“I’m glad. Give me a few and I’ll be out, okay?” Nodding my head, I leave. I make my way out to the bar, my dick twitches when I see her. Why does she have this effect on me? It would be so much easier if my cock weren’t running my brain. Piper starts her set and I watch Jasmine, whose eyes are transfixed on the stage. She looks in awe of Piper’s performance and I get a knot in my stomach at the thought of her being up there on that stage, men ogling her. She looks up and catches me watching her, I give her a small smile, she beams back and I watch as her face lights up. My expression soon fades when I spot Dex walking up behind her. She turns around to greet him and he kisses her on her cheek. That small, but intimate gesture has me wanting to hurl. I want to kiss her. I want to feel her soft, milky, porcelain skin against mine. I want to grab her silky auburn hair roughly, whilst I take her from behind and I want to taste her and tease her mouth with my tongue. Instead, I turn around and walk away, leaving them both behind.
Jake lets me go home early, but instead, I go to a bar just outside of the city. I need to blow off some steam and I need to get laid. There’s a girl who works here that has been after me for ages, I’ve blown her off a few times previously. She isn’t really my type, but I need to stick my dick into someone, I need to try to get Jasmine out of my mind.
“Hi, Max. Long time no see.” Her face lights up as I walk to the bar and take a seat. Pushing her chest out, she presents me with her large breasts. It’s pathetic, really.
“Hey, Julz. Double Jack, please.” I sit down on the old, worn bar stool and lay my helmet on the bar. She passes me the drink and I take a mouthful, savouring the burn as it slides down my throat. I glance over my shoulder at a group of old men chatting in the corner.
“So, how come you’ve not been in lately?” I don’t want small talk, I need a quick shag, but I guess I should bide my time and be nice to the whore.
“Been busy, working,” I shrug. Taking another gulp of my drink, I pass it back over, motioning for another. I watch her arse sway as she walks over to the bottle. It’s not as nice as Jasmine’s, but it will do.
Half an hour later and I have her pinned up against the toilet door. Her
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