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night.
Of course, my
phone won't allow it. I have a text from Autumn. She's pissed I left without
saying goodbye but she loves me and is praying for my safe travel home. There's
a text from Tawny telling me she had fun last night and she won’t say anything.
She also added an emoticon of puckered lips and I cringe inside.
As fun as that was
I will never have a repeat performance with Tawny again.
The last text is
from Scott. Seven words that will have me questioning their meaning for weeks
to come.
Scott: I fucked
up last night. I'm sorry.
He fucked up
because he slept with me or he fucked up because he invited Tawny to sleep with
us, too? What is he sorry for?
Gah!!!
The flight
attendant hands me my drink and I chug the contents until my glass is empty and
I'm asking for another.
The perks of
flying first-class.
The aspirin hasn't
kicked in because my head is pounding, I'm tired and I can still smell Scott
and Tawny all over me. In my rush to leave this morning I didn't have a chance
to shower and I smell like sex. Dirty, kinky, earth shattering and make your
body tremble until you’re begging to come sex. I just want to fall asleep and
forget all about that kind of sex for a few hours.
I shut off my phone,
buckle my seatbelt and recline my chair back, resting my head on the pillow I
was kindly provided by the airline. My eyes close and sleep quickly takes over.
The only two times I'm stirred from my slumber is when the plane takes off and
when the flight attendant comes back with my drink. I gulp down the contents of
my second Bloody Mary quickly before falling back asleep.
★★★
The next few weeks
fly by in a blur. Wake up, exercise, work at the boat shop, waitress or work at
the club and go home to sleep, just to repeat it the next day. I haven't heard
anything from Scott and I'm wondering if that's why I can't shake the foul mood
I'm in.
I'm not sure why
I'm angry. I'm the one who left him in bed. I'm the one who left the next
morning so I wouldn't have to face him. But what did he expect? By having a
threesome we pretty much guaranteed that it was just sex, nothing more. Yet I'm
the one pathetically waiting by the phone, wondering why he hasn't texted again
or called. And I'm still wondering what that vague text I received when I
was on the plane meant.
I just need to
stop thinking about it. I'm not this girl. I'm not Autumn. I need to just fuck
someone else to get over him.
I'm working a
bachelor party tonight solo in one of the private rooms. With summer
approaching so is wedding season in the Midwest. We have several bachelor
parties going on tonight which is why we're so short staffed. I usually just
serve at the parties and dance. I'm not a stripper. But when my boss offers me
an extra three hundred dollars to work this party, I don't turn him down. I
need to start replenishing my checking account after it took a dip from my
impulsive flight home.
The plus is I
don't have to be completely nude. Topless in a thong is as naked as I have to
get, and because my mood is so sour I welcome the distraction of strange men
wanting to fondle my body.
I dance for a
couple hours before changing into my outfit for the bachelor party. My
make-up’s been reapplied and my hair’s been fluffed. I look as good as new.
I bring the group
of six men behind the private curtain of our room for the next hour. Our
security guard, Hank, is assigned to me tonight so he stands guard at the
curtain to make sure none of these men get out of control.
Tonight's group of
men is a nice change. Usually, the men who have their bachelor parties here are
older, out of shape, and ugly. Their wallets are heavy but that's about all
they have going for them. Not that you should judge men by their appearance,
but since they're the ones asking for a hot piece of ass to strip in front of
them, I think we should ask for a few nice looking guys in return. That's why
I'm pleasantly surprised at the group of hot,
Of course, my
phone won't allow it. I have a text from Autumn. She's pissed I left without
saying goodbye but she loves me and is praying for my safe travel home. There's
a text from Tawny telling me she had fun last night and she won’t say anything.
She also added an emoticon of puckered lips and I cringe inside.
As fun as that was
I will never have a repeat performance with Tawny again.
The last text is
from Scott. Seven words that will have me questioning their meaning for weeks
to come.
Scott: I fucked
up last night. I'm sorry.
He fucked up
because he slept with me or he fucked up because he invited Tawny to sleep with
us, too? What is he sorry for?
Gah!!!
The flight
attendant hands me my drink and I chug the contents until my glass is empty and
I'm asking for another.
The perks of
flying first-class.
The aspirin hasn't
kicked in because my head is pounding, I'm tired and I can still smell Scott
and Tawny all over me. In my rush to leave this morning I didn't have a chance
to shower and I smell like sex. Dirty, kinky, earth shattering and make your
body tremble until you’re begging to come sex. I just want to fall asleep and
forget all about that kind of sex for a few hours.
I shut off my phone,
buckle my seatbelt and recline my chair back, resting my head on the pillow I
was kindly provided by the airline. My eyes close and sleep quickly takes over.
The only two times I'm stirred from my slumber is when the plane takes off and
when the flight attendant comes back with my drink. I gulp down the contents of
my second Bloody Mary quickly before falling back asleep.
★★★
The next few weeks
fly by in a blur. Wake up, exercise, work at the boat shop, waitress or work at
the club and go home to sleep, just to repeat it the next day. I haven't heard
anything from Scott and I'm wondering if that's why I can't shake the foul mood
I'm in.
I'm not sure why
I'm angry. I'm the one who left him in bed. I'm the one who left the next
morning so I wouldn't have to face him. But what did he expect? By having a
threesome we pretty much guaranteed that it was just sex, nothing more. Yet I'm
the one pathetically waiting by the phone, wondering why he hasn't texted again
or called. And I'm still wondering what that vague text I received when I
was on the plane meant.
I just need to
stop thinking about it. I'm not this girl. I'm not Autumn. I need to just fuck
someone else to get over him.
I'm working a
bachelor party tonight solo in one of the private rooms. With summer
approaching so is wedding season in the Midwest. We have several bachelor
parties going on tonight which is why we're so short staffed. I usually just
serve at the parties and dance. I'm not a stripper. But when my boss offers me
an extra three hundred dollars to work this party, I don't turn him down. I
need to start replenishing my checking account after it took a dip from my
impulsive flight home.
The plus is I
don't have to be completely nude. Topless in a thong is as naked as I have to
get, and because my mood is so sour I welcome the distraction of strange men
wanting to fondle my body.
I dance for a
couple hours before changing into my outfit for the bachelor party. My
make-up’s been reapplied and my hair’s been fluffed. I look as good as new.
I bring the group
of six men behind the private curtain of our room for the next hour. Our
security guard, Hank, is assigned to me tonight so he stands guard at the
curtain to make sure none of these men get out of control.
Tonight's group of
men is a nice change. Usually, the men who have their bachelor parties here are
older, out of shape, and ugly. Their wallets are heavy but that's about all
they have going for them. Not that you should judge men by their appearance,
but since they're the ones asking for a hot piece of ass to strip in front of
them, I think we should ask for a few nice looking guys in return. That's why
I'm pleasantly surprised at the group of hot,
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