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really. I've always said I've got just too much love to give for just one woman." Asshole - sorry, Mike - rubbed my back as I vomited the last of my lunch up. "It's not you, Kara, it's me."
I looked up between bouts of dry heaving. "Damn right it’s you. Is this your attempt to make me feel better?"
"No, baby. You don't need to feel bad about anything. I've always wanted to bring someone else into our life, you know that. Jenny's a wonderful person. Just like you, she's also got a banging body. I want us to explore each other’s sexuality, baby. Monogamy is so overrated."
"You think with your dick, moron," I spat, jabbing a finger into his chest. "Typical man. You want to be polyamorous? Fine. I take it I can bring home as many well-hung studs as I see fit to service me, too."
Mike's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. "Whoa! I don't want that - you can't be, you know, putting yourself out there."
"So I'd be a slut and you'd be a stud, is that it?"
"Umm..."
"Take your misogynistic ass and get the fuck out of my apartment. And take your little bimbo with you."
His face dropped like a potted plant being dropped from a ten-storey building. "Her name's Jenny, baby. Don't be bitter."
"Get out! You've got thirty seconds before I take a flamethrower to the pair of you."
"You don't have a flamethrower."
I scowled at him. "Wanna find out?"
With that, Mike was gone from my life. He was a selfish, egotistical prick and I hated everything about him that day. But you know what? I still cried and cried and cried, long into the night. I blubbed like a freaking baby. My tears flowed like a waterfall, only tempered by lashings of Ben and Jerry's and the bad jokes of my best friend, Emma.
It was Emma who brought me here, besides the work. Emma had brought me to Ethan.
"You know what you need? You need wild, uninhibited, raw, primal, borderline illegal sex."
"Borderline illegal? I've never understood terms like that, Emma. Something is either legal or illegal."
She rolled her eyes. "Now is not the time for semantics, Kara. You've just been dumped by the world's number one asshole. You need one thing and one thing only."
I sniffed and wiped some more of my tears away." Which is?"
"Cock, silly. Big, hard, long, thick, vagina-filling, eye watering, pussy-stretching cock."
"That sounds painful as hell," I laughed. "I'm not sure that's exactly what I need, but the sentiment is nice."
"Rubbish! It's exactly what you need. And I know just the place to look. I was watching this TV show late at night where these male escorts basically service women left, right and center. They give them everything they need, no questions asked. We’re talking mind-bending, earth-shattering orgasms here."
I laughed. "Let me guess, you were masturbating at the time."
"Of course! You know me like an open book. Anyway, this isn't about me. This is about you and your need for big fat man-cock, remember?"
"I don't want a big fat man."
She slapped my leg. "Semantics again! Knock it off, I'm trying to help you here. This is for your own good. So, anyway, these dudes were all ripped to shreds, fantastic bodies and all that. Real studs."
"They probably take loads of steroids to look like that, you know."
"Who gives a shit? I don't care if they take an entire box of Viagra if they’re going to give me the best orgasm I've ever had in my life."
Now I was rolling my eyes. "I thought this wasn't about you."
"Well, okay, I'd be lying if I didn't say I didn't fancy it as well. But hey, I'll live vicariously through you! We'll go on the website, find a well-hung hunk to wine and dine you and after all that's done, he can screw any thoughts of that cheating loser out of your head. How does that sound?"
"Wonderful," I sighed. "The thought of resorting to paying for sex just fills me with pride and overwhelming amounts of self-confidence."
"Kara, don't be a prude. I insist, it's going to be my treat. Well, me and a few of the other girls. It might take
I looked up between bouts of dry heaving. "Damn right it’s you. Is this your attempt to make me feel better?"
"No, baby. You don't need to feel bad about anything. I've always wanted to bring someone else into our life, you know that. Jenny's a wonderful person. Just like you, she's also got a banging body. I want us to explore each other’s sexuality, baby. Monogamy is so overrated."
"You think with your dick, moron," I spat, jabbing a finger into his chest. "Typical man. You want to be polyamorous? Fine. I take it I can bring home as many well-hung studs as I see fit to service me, too."
Mike's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. "Whoa! I don't want that - you can't be, you know, putting yourself out there."
"So I'd be a slut and you'd be a stud, is that it?"
"Umm..."
"Take your misogynistic ass and get the fuck out of my apartment. And take your little bimbo with you."
His face dropped like a potted plant being dropped from a ten-storey building. "Her name's Jenny, baby. Don't be bitter."
"Get out! You've got thirty seconds before I take a flamethrower to the pair of you."
"You don't have a flamethrower."
I scowled at him. "Wanna find out?"
With that, Mike was gone from my life. He was a selfish, egotistical prick and I hated everything about him that day. But you know what? I still cried and cried and cried, long into the night. I blubbed like a freaking baby. My tears flowed like a waterfall, only tempered by lashings of Ben and Jerry's and the bad jokes of my best friend, Emma.
It was Emma who brought me here, besides the work. Emma had brought me to Ethan.
"You know what you need? You need wild, uninhibited, raw, primal, borderline illegal sex."
"Borderline illegal? I've never understood terms like that, Emma. Something is either legal or illegal."
She rolled her eyes. "Now is not the time for semantics, Kara. You've just been dumped by the world's number one asshole. You need one thing and one thing only."
I sniffed and wiped some more of my tears away." Which is?"
"Cock, silly. Big, hard, long, thick, vagina-filling, eye watering, pussy-stretching cock."
"That sounds painful as hell," I laughed. "I'm not sure that's exactly what I need, but the sentiment is nice."
"Rubbish! It's exactly what you need. And I know just the place to look. I was watching this TV show late at night where these male escorts basically service women left, right and center. They give them everything they need, no questions asked. We’re talking mind-bending, earth-shattering orgasms here."
I laughed. "Let me guess, you were masturbating at the time."
"Of course! You know me like an open book. Anyway, this isn't about me. This is about you and your need for big fat man-cock, remember?"
"I don't want a big fat man."
She slapped my leg. "Semantics again! Knock it off, I'm trying to help you here. This is for your own good. So, anyway, these dudes were all ripped to shreds, fantastic bodies and all that. Real studs."
"They probably take loads of steroids to look like that, you know."
"Who gives a shit? I don't care if they take an entire box of Viagra if they’re going to give me the best orgasm I've ever had in my life."
Now I was rolling my eyes. "I thought this wasn't about you."
"Well, okay, I'd be lying if I didn't say I didn't fancy it as well. But hey, I'll live vicariously through you! We'll go on the website, find a well-hung hunk to wine and dine you and after all that's done, he can screw any thoughts of that cheating loser out of your head. How does that sound?"
"Wonderful," I sighed. "The thought of resorting to paying for sex just fills me with pride and overwhelming amounts of self-confidence."
"Kara, don't be a prude. I insist, it's going to be my treat. Well, me and a few of the other girls. It might take
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