“Say my name,” she murmurs against my cock, her words sending vibrations right down to my base. Her fingers tickle my balls, making it hard to think. “Say it, Ben.”
I’m not going to, there’s no way in hell that she doesn’t know that, she’s just trying her hand at taking control. I don’t want to think about her name, I just want her to be a faceless fuck. She knows that, I’m sure she does.
“Get up,” I command instead. “I need you on your feet.”
Marie does as I ask and as soon as she does I spin her around. She flattens her palms up against the walls and spreads her legs like a good little girl. She knows how to be the perfect fuck for me, if nothing else.
I reach into my pocket and pull out a condom. However horny and animalistic I feel, I’m not going to slide into her without being wrapped up. I’m not an idiot, I don’t know where else Marie has been. I slip the rubber down over me with trembling, excitable fingers, and I move my hands next to hers, and I push myself into her with one sharp movement.
“Oh God, Ben,” she gasps noisily. “Oh fuck, you feel so good.”
She pushes her butt out allowing me to get deeper in so I plunge in hard and fast. She is dripping wet, so excited to have me inside her that it doesn’t take long for her muscles to start contracting around me. She knows her body well, the sexual woman that she is, so as I glance down I’m not surprised to see her rubbing her clit n time with thrusts that I’m pounding into her.
That encourages me to pick up the pace and soon the hot bliss is exploding from me. It’s cheap, meaningless, and quick just the way I like it. I love the lack of complication, the ease as I pull out with my mind already on getting back to the party, I love this carefree lifestyle. I don’t think I’ll ever change it for anyone. It would have to be a really special woman to get me to even consider settling down. At twenty eight years old I’m still living it large.
“What are you doing now?” Marie asks me with flushed cheeks as she tugs her dress down. The lack of underwear made that very easy then. My trousers are already zipped up, I’m ready to go. “Are you going back out there or do you want to get out of here?”
Oh dear, she’s starting to get needy.
“I have to get back out there, Marie, this is my party.” I don’t want my tone to go cold, but it does anyway. “You know that. But... it was fun.”
“Oh right.” Her face falls. I do feel a bit bad but she did know this would happen. “Okay, well I guess I’ll see you soon then.”
“Yep, see you next time probably. Bye, Marie.”
I nod and push the door open before we end up in a deep and involved conversation. I still have so much partying to do, and the way I’m feeling I might find someone else to take home. I’m kinda still horny, but I want someone new, someone I haven’t had before, someone to teach me some new tricks or that might be a surprise. Why pick one woman to have for life when I can have them all? And I really can have them all...
Chapter Two – Serena
“Urgh, that was the most horrible day of my life,” I declare wearily as I flop down on the couch next to my roommate, Jenny Toffolo. “I hate temping it’s horrible.”
“Where were you today?” She pops her gum and doesn’t even take her eyes of the TV as she asks me that. I can hardly blame her. She’s probably as sick of hearing my work dramas just as much as I am of experiencing them. “The office with the mouth breather again? The one who always calls you Jeans even though your surname is Jones?”
“No, a factory today making train parts. It was horrible. Not only was it dirty, smelling, and incredibly boring, I had a guy next to me who’s been working there for years telling me that I was doing everything wrong. It was unbearable.” My eyes fall closed as the exhaustion washes over me. “I only started doing this temping hoping that one of the jobs would turn out to be a permanent position but that hasn’t worked out. Maybe it’s time to give it all up and start from the beginning again.”
I never told Jenny this, or any of the friends I’d made since moving to the city, but when I left my small town in search for a bigger and better life almost five years ago, I had this notion in my heart. I always held onto this dream that a better, more exciting life was waiting for me around the corner and that soon I would be swept off my feet and the old boring life I’d had before would be a distant memory...
Maybe I still feel that way. That doesn’t mean it’s going to happen though.
I applied for an apartment online and connected with Jenny which was a godsend, then I moved to the city with big wide eyes and a wild, dreamy nature. I couldn’t wait for my real life to begin... yet here I am, still waiting for my real life to begin. How pathetic is that? I’m twenty three years old now. It’s time to stop with the daydreams.
“Wait?” Jenny sits up straighter and she turns to look at me. “Do you mean start again as in get rid of the crappy temp agency, or give up and go back home?”
The last thing I want is to return back to that boring ass small town with my tail between my legs, but I might have to. I’m running out of money and I’m also running out of patience. It isn’t working, not really. I might need to just give up.
“I don’t know,” I admit with a shrug. “My head is all over the place. I don’t know what I want to do anymore.”
Where’s my exciting life? Where’s my Prince Charming? Where’s my adventure?
I don’t know what the interesting thing that’s waiting round the corner for me is, but I want it to come now. I’m desperate, I’m about ready to crawl out of my skin just to start again.
“You can’t leave me.” Jenny shakes her head so violently that her long blonde hair falls around her face making her look a bit comical. “You cannot, I won’t let you.” She grabs onto my arms and stares deeply into my eyes with nothing but sheer desperation. “They’re always looking for new girls at the club. Why don’t you do that?”
“At the club?” I screw up my nose in disgust. “I don’t know, I don’t think I’m the sort to work at a place like that.”
“We aren’t strippers,” Jenny exclaims, almost as if she’s shocked by my accusation which came out all wrong. I know they aren’t, I didn’t mean it like that. “We’re shot girls. We just walk around the rich men and hand out shots.”
“Yeah, in short skirts and low cut tops. You’re always complaining about the ric