minute, taking an interest in your life and talking to you twenty-four seven, and then the next minute they used up what they wanted out of you and moved on to other things, leaving you feeling like a piece of used up tissue. I got burned enough to want to escape that mind-fuckery every time I caught a glimpse of it.
Which was why I was currently working at a car garage as an apprentice motorcycle mechanic. There were no girls there. No bitchy office politics to be had. I was surrounded by guys who told filthy jokes and stared at Playboy magazines during their breaks. It was just what I wanted.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Holly suddenly rushing to me, her face panicked. My eyes instantly fell to her white top; it was drenched across her chest. Ugh, fuck, here we go again.
“Serious?” I said, scowling at her chest. “What dickhead spilled that on you?”
She stopped by my side and just shook her head. “It’s okay, really, but –”
“You need another shirt, I know,” I cut in.
This wasn’t the first time. In fact, it happened every time she left Kirk’s table. I glanced at him over my shoulder seated in the far back corner, glaring into his mug. I’d always hated Kirk. Ever since I was a kid he was such an asshole. He once removed the front wheel of my Barbie tricycle so I couldn’t ride around them and then hid it in his toolbox. Dad was so pissed, he ended up kicking him in the balls and forcing him to put my bike back together. And when he did put it back together, the fucking Barbie faces were scratched to shit. Dickhead.
I never understood why they kept him around. At some point, a person needed to just die already, and he was probably pushing a hundred and was just a miserable old cunt. And he picked on Holly. A lot. For absolutely no reason at all.
Like before, she followed me down the hall and up the staircase to the second floor. I heard the sound of moaning the second I reached the top and switched my gaze to the living room. It was large enough to accommodate most of us, and it backed on to a kitchen that I spent too much time making tea in.
On the couch was family man Jonny openly getting a blowjob by some topless chick who wasn’t his wife.
“Fucking seriously, Jonny?” I growled in disgust. “I watched Harry Potter on that couch just yesterday.”
Jonny grabbed the couch pillow and hid his dick from view. “Just keep walking, Tyler,” he told me, distractedly.
I could still see the chick bobbing her head, unconcerned in the slightest I’d just snapped at him. He wasn’t allowed to do this, goddammit. I’d been specific about the living room. Anywhere but that couch, Hector, I’d pushed, and Hector had obliged and made it a rule. None of the other guys disagreed either. That’s why I loved it here; they were willing to compromise, except fucking Jonny.
I made a disgusted sound and moved down the hallway, ignoring the way Holly’s body stiffened, her eyes stuck to the ground now as she paced beside me.
“I don’t know how you get used to that,” she whispered to me, grimacing.
“Honestly, it’s nothing,” I replied.
It really was nothing. Jeez, I’d seen things as a kid that could make a Pornstar blush. It was just another one of those things that faded to white noise. I quickly grew desensitized to it, not one bone in me perturbed in the slightest. People like Holly, obviously brought up in modest households where you turned away when a couple so much as kissed on television, always found it the hardest to adjust here. I didn’t think she had much time left in her, but her desperation for a job had kept her around longer than I had predicted. Which was impressive.
“But you’re not like that,” she noted. “You’ve never been with any of the guys...that I know of, anyway.”
I nodded as we stopped at my room at the very end of the hallway. “Yeah, I don’t fuck where I sleep, Holly. In a place like this, that shit gets complicated.”
I never wanted
Which was why I was currently working at a car garage as an apprentice motorcycle mechanic. There were no girls there. No bitchy office politics to be had. I was surrounded by guys who told filthy jokes and stared at Playboy magazines during their breaks. It was just what I wanted.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Holly suddenly rushing to me, her face panicked. My eyes instantly fell to her white top; it was drenched across her chest. Ugh, fuck, here we go again.
“Serious?” I said, scowling at her chest. “What dickhead spilled that on you?”
She stopped by my side and just shook her head. “It’s okay, really, but –”
“You need another shirt, I know,” I cut in.
This wasn’t the first time. In fact, it happened every time she left Kirk’s table. I glanced at him over my shoulder seated in the far back corner, glaring into his mug. I’d always hated Kirk. Ever since I was a kid he was such an asshole. He once removed the front wheel of my Barbie tricycle so I couldn’t ride around them and then hid it in his toolbox. Dad was so pissed, he ended up kicking him in the balls and forcing him to put my bike back together. And when he did put it back together, the fucking Barbie faces were scratched to shit. Dickhead.
I never understood why they kept him around. At some point, a person needed to just die already, and he was probably pushing a hundred and was just a miserable old cunt. And he picked on Holly. A lot. For absolutely no reason at all.
Like before, she followed me down the hall and up the staircase to the second floor. I heard the sound of moaning the second I reached the top and switched my gaze to the living room. It was large enough to accommodate most of us, and it backed on to a kitchen that I spent too much time making tea in.
On the couch was family man Jonny openly getting a blowjob by some topless chick who wasn’t his wife.
“Fucking seriously, Jonny?” I growled in disgust. “I watched Harry Potter on that couch just yesterday.”
Jonny grabbed the couch pillow and hid his dick from view. “Just keep walking, Tyler,” he told me, distractedly.
I could still see the chick bobbing her head, unconcerned in the slightest I’d just snapped at him. He wasn’t allowed to do this, goddammit. I’d been specific about the living room. Anywhere but that couch, Hector, I’d pushed, and Hector had obliged and made it a rule. None of the other guys disagreed either. That’s why I loved it here; they were willing to compromise, except fucking Jonny.
I made a disgusted sound and moved down the hallway, ignoring the way Holly’s body stiffened, her eyes stuck to the ground now as she paced beside me.
“I don’t know how you get used to that,” she whispered to me, grimacing.
“Honestly, it’s nothing,” I replied.
It really was nothing. Jeez, I’d seen things as a kid that could make a Pornstar blush. It was just another one of those things that faded to white noise. I quickly grew desensitized to it, not one bone in me perturbed in the slightest. People like Holly, obviously brought up in modest households where you turned away when a couple so much as kissed on television, always found it the hardest to adjust here. I didn’t think she had much time left in her, but her desperation for a job had kept her around longer than I had predicted. Which was impressive.
“But you’re not like that,” she noted. “You’ve never been with any of the guys...that I know of, anyway.”
I nodded as we stopped at my room at the very end of the hallway. “Yeah, I don’t fuck where I sleep, Holly. In a place like this, that shit gets complicated.”
I never wanted
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