But to live… to live I need to fuck as much pussy as possible. I need pussy like I need to eat and drink.
The plastic bag sitting on the passenger seat beside me is a testament to my life. It contains a couple of energy drinks to help keep me awake and a box of condoms.
I want to fuck tonight; I want to sink myself balls deep into some tight little pussy.
Spotting Christoph’s name at the bottom of my contact list, I know the motherfucker is down for some partying tonight.
Pushing the connect button, I put the phone to my ear.
“Yo, motherfucker!” he yells into the phone.
“What are you getting into?” I ask loudly, hearing a bunch of talking and music in the background.
“I’m at Paddy’s Bar, but getting ready to go to a club. You wanting a wingman?”
“Shit, yeah. I’ll be over to the bar in about…” Glancing at the dashboard clock, I see it’s almost ten. “I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”
“Sounds good, brother. See ya then!” he yells before disconnecting.
Stashing the phone in the center console, I look over to the bag with my gym gear in it and frown at it like it’s some bad dog.
It’s just sitting there on the passenger seat just like my plastic bag is. But while the plastic bag promises fun tonight, the gym bag is giving my stomach a moments pause.
I can’t really place my finger on why, though.
I locked up the gym tonight but something feels off, like I forgot to turn off the burner on the stove or something.
Reversing the car out of the parking spot, I pull up to the exit. Left takes me back to the gym, right to pussy.
Fuck.
Christoph can wait a few more minutes, he won’t mind.
Pulling into the gym’s parking lot, I don’t see any fires or smoke coming from the building. Not that there would be, I guess. We don’t really have a stove or anything to catch fire.
There’s no lights on, that I can see. So that’s good, but something’s still messing with me.
Getting out of the car, I walk to the front door.
Nope, locked just like I thought.
Heading back to the car, I shrug my shoulders. Not the first time I had to come back here after locking up to make sure I didn’t forget something.
It’s hard to earn the trust of Chase, so making sure I don’t fuck up his building when I close up is pretty high on my list of priorities.
Starting up the beast, I love to hear the deep rumble it lets out.
Fuck, the side door. Did I check that?
Turning off the car again, I get out. Chase and Avery were moving more computer equipment into her office, and they went through the side door. I’m pretty sure I locked it up but…
Tugging on the handle, I frown. Unlocked. Shit.
That’s the burner I left on. Should have fucking remembered. Good fucking thing I came back, I guess. We’re not in a bad part of town, but leaving this unlocked could have caused some big issues.
Pulling the door open, I step in to do a quick circuit around the gym. I don’t want to lock some bum in here overnight.
I don’t really see anything as I walk around the place. I check out all the places where someone could be hiding and don’t see shit. Well, nothing except a light coming from the women’s locker room.
Fuck. I know I turned off that light, I did the men’s as well.
Shit.
Sighing loudly, I pull my phone from my pocket. Chase is going to fucking kill me.
Walking to the door, I stand outside of it as I debate calling the police or just trying to muscle whoever the fuck is in there out of the building.
If I call the police, Chase will have to be informed. If Chase is informed then I will be the one who directly pisses him off. A pissed off Chase is not a good thing. I don’t give fuck if he’s retired, he’s still fucking deadly.
Fuck! Shit!
“Fuck me…” I mutter as I listen at the door.
The sound of water running causes my night to take a turn for the worse. Some fucking bum is in there taking a shower. Fuck.
And the little gasps I hear… dammit!
Are they fucking spanking it in the shower? How the fuck am I going to explain this to Chase?!
Sorry, big guy, I forgot to lock up so some bum got in and decided to make baby batter all over the fucking wall. Got a sponge handy so I can clean it off?
Yeah, my head is going to be rolling after this.
Fuck calling the cops, I can’t go through all that shit.
Heading back the way I came, I make my way as quietly as I can to the janitor’s closet. Pulling a mop from the closet, I formulate a plan of action.