much work to be done at the university, a bit of prep but nothing too strenuous. Not until the term starts again in September.
âHello.â
âHello, Colin.â
His colleagues: a selection of dreary objects with whom he shares nothing, not even the petty ennui that the job offers them. A job is a job, believes Colin.
âLovely weather today.â
True enough. Colin boots up his computer and flicks through a pile of questionnaires returned to him by the boys and girls starting university in September. Fresh meat, as theyâre known in the office. Today will be spent feeding this information into a spreadsheet. Names, hobbies, dates of birth, preferred course and living arrangements. Colin will fulfil his duties to the best of his ability. He never complains. His mind will not wander and his breaks will not exceed their permitted duration. He will not say a word.
At six oâclock, just as heâs preparing to leave, a girl called Rebecca will come in to sort out a problem with the Dostoevsky module. He will watch the episode with eyes of glass. Snobby bitch, he will think. Slag.
10
Business and Pleasure
STEVE IS STILL in bed, wanked off where we left him. Itâs my fault. Iâm letting time get the better of me. The characters are streaming off into different zones. We should have worn rollerblades, you and I, given ourselves a better chance of keeping up with these various unfortunates. Of course, as we return to Steve, Carly is being seduced by a sex machine in one of the cubicles of Versus. We know this. Steve does not. Such is life.
Itâs almost midday by the time Steve wakes up. A block of sunlight lies on the floor beside the bed; the used condoms bathe in it like a couple of nattering holiday makers. Steve looks towards his bureau, its top drawer ajar. Sheâs robbed me again, he quickly concludes, Carly has robbed me again.
Steve has given the matter some thought, heâs calculated that ejaculation perpetrated by Carly results in a five-minute period during which he is drawn to her, loves her and is inclined to cherish the girl. But then it fades. It faded as he drifted inevitably back to sleep, emptied and content. Stevecan imagine a time when this feeling of affection fades almost instantly. He will ejaculate, experience a fleeting moment of affection, then nothing. The flash of something close to love dissolves. A bark of romance, then suddenly nothing at all.
Steve jumps from his bed and shuts the drawer of his bureau. Carly robs him regularly. She robs him because she loves to shop, because Steve is her fit, rich boyfriend and can afford to be robbed. Steve, mostly, allows the robberies to go unnoticed. For Carly is his fit-as-fuck girlfriend and therefore must, he supposes, be granted certain privileges. Normally, after such occasions of theft, Steve will produce his cock at the breakfast bar or in the lounge and suggest, quite forcefully, that Carly suck it. Which she does, has to, really, because she robbed him.
This transaction lies at the heart of Carly and Steveâs relationship and they both treat it with respect. Under normal circumstances, of course, a penis unleashed at a breakfast bar would possess only a slim chance of getting sucked. It would stride purposefully from its fly like a monarch on to a balcony, only to find that no subjects have turned up to applaud its arrival. After theft though, itâs quite different. Carly knows this as much as Steve. People cheer and wave flags. Carly reverentially drops to her knees.
In the shower, Steve lets the water run over him. His hands follow the trendy contours of his body. His six-pack scrums with itself, his abdomen drops triangularly to what he feels must certainly be his deadly dick. But the breakfast bar, must justice really be found at the breakfast bar? A brightly lit blow job? Appliances humming gently in the background? What a well-lit and lonely fate. Steve shuts his eyes from the soap and
âHello.â
âHello, Colin.â
His colleagues: a selection of dreary objects with whom he shares nothing, not even the petty ennui that the job offers them. A job is a job, believes Colin.
âLovely weather today.â
True enough. Colin boots up his computer and flicks through a pile of questionnaires returned to him by the boys and girls starting university in September. Fresh meat, as theyâre known in the office. Today will be spent feeding this information into a spreadsheet. Names, hobbies, dates of birth, preferred course and living arrangements. Colin will fulfil his duties to the best of his ability. He never complains. His mind will not wander and his breaks will not exceed their permitted duration. He will not say a word.
At six oâclock, just as heâs preparing to leave, a girl called Rebecca will come in to sort out a problem with the Dostoevsky module. He will watch the episode with eyes of glass. Snobby bitch, he will think. Slag.
10
Business and Pleasure
STEVE IS STILL in bed, wanked off where we left him. Itâs my fault. Iâm letting time get the better of me. The characters are streaming off into different zones. We should have worn rollerblades, you and I, given ourselves a better chance of keeping up with these various unfortunates. Of course, as we return to Steve, Carly is being seduced by a sex machine in one of the cubicles of Versus. We know this. Steve does not. Such is life.
Itâs almost midday by the time Steve wakes up. A block of sunlight lies on the floor beside the bed; the used condoms bathe in it like a couple of nattering holiday makers. Steve looks towards his bureau, its top drawer ajar. Sheâs robbed me again, he quickly concludes, Carly has robbed me again.
Steve has given the matter some thought, heâs calculated that ejaculation perpetrated by Carly results in a five-minute period during which he is drawn to her, loves her and is inclined to cherish the girl. But then it fades. It faded as he drifted inevitably back to sleep, emptied and content. Stevecan imagine a time when this feeling of affection fades almost instantly. He will ejaculate, experience a fleeting moment of affection, then nothing. The flash of something close to love dissolves. A bark of romance, then suddenly nothing at all.
Steve jumps from his bed and shuts the drawer of his bureau. Carly robs him regularly. She robs him because she loves to shop, because Steve is her fit, rich boyfriend and can afford to be robbed. Steve, mostly, allows the robberies to go unnoticed. For Carly is his fit-as-fuck girlfriend and therefore must, he supposes, be granted certain privileges. Normally, after such occasions of theft, Steve will produce his cock at the breakfast bar or in the lounge and suggest, quite forcefully, that Carly suck it. Which she does, has to, really, because she robbed him.
This transaction lies at the heart of Carly and Steveâs relationship and they both treat it with respect. Under normal circumstances, of course, a penis unleashed at a breakfast bar would possess only a slim chance of getting sucked. It would stride purposefully from its fly like a monarch on to a balcony, only to find that no subjects have turned up to applaud its arrival. After theft though, itâs quite different. Carly knows this as much as Steve. People cheer and wave flags. Carly reverentially drops to her knees.
In the shower, Steve lets the water run over him. His hands follow the trendy contours of his body. His six-pack scrums with itself, his abdomen drops triangularly to what he feels must certainly be his deadly dick. But the breakfast bar, must justice really be found at the breakfast bar? A brightly lit blow job? Appliances humming gently in the background? What a well-lit and lonely fate. Steve shuts his eyes from the soap and
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