I opened my eyes and saw the stunning Cassidy standing in my doorway. Her brilliant, red hair and blue eyes were something that fantasies were made of. She didn’t carry herself like a girl who knew how beautiful she was, though; instead, she looked down at the ground the second I made eye contact with her.
Her black scrubs hugged her curves perfectly and she had a delicious body underneath them, I could tell. Her smile was mesmerizing and I got lost in it for a moment as she stood there looking down at me. My body even got a little hard at the quick flash of imagination that filled me when I thought of her climbing on top of my hardness.
“Bring that whipped cream in here later, and we can talk about breakfast while you lick it off of me.”
I laughed at my own comment. It was a little overboard, even for me. But it had already left my lips so there was no taking it back now. Women loved it when I flirted with them. They couldn’t get enough, and I was happy to give them anything they wanted.
She looked sternly at me, though, and didn’t seem to find the humor in my offer. I felt like crap when she looked at me and regretted making the comment almost instantly. Instead of laughing like girls did at my parties, she looked at me like I was a child who had just acted out and needed to be slapped.
“So, you refused to go to group and you’re refusing breakfast. Sounds like you’re ready to get clean and sober for sure.”
Her sarcasm took a moment to hit me, and she had left my doorway before I could come up with a witty comeback. I wasn’t used to sarcastic women. Most of the ladies I hung around with were always trying to make me happy, either in the bedroom or in the office. They didn’t dare make comments toward me that were sarcastic.
I did want to find out where her piercing was; maybe I would have to get up and go eat some breakfast so I could talk to her some more. I couldn’t help but wonder what the rules were around this place about sleeping with the staff members because I sure as hell planned on getting that woman naked sooner or later.
“Mr. Levy isn’t eating today,” I heard Cassidy say as she walked away. “Subtract two points from his chart.”
Points? Shit, was I on some sort of childish point system? This wasn’t going to turn out well for me at all. When I was a child, my mother had a chore chart that we earned points for doing the chores we had assigned. We could also earn additional points if we did extra chores around the house. My brother, Heath, always did his chores and typically did mine, as well. He was such a people pleaser that I knew I didn’t need to do my chores and they would get done by him.
The problem with the chore chart my mother had was that there was no consequence for not doing my chores. If I didn’t earn any points from chores, I simply didn’t get to pick out a treat from the store. I learned to live without those treats and without doing a single chore for much of my childhood years. I suspected I was going to have to participate in their little points system if I was ever going to get a room with a door.
Even if I was only going to stay there for a week, I wanted a damn room with a door. It was a normal, adult requirement to live in some sort of privacy. How did they expect anyone to get better if they couldn’t even retreat to their room to
contemplate their own sobriety?
“Come put some of the whipped cream on my breakfast,” I demanded as I came out of my room and sat down at one of the tables.
Cassidy smiled. She seemed pretty proud of herself for getting me to come out of my room. But I hadn’t done it for her. I simply wanted a damn door on my room and I didn’t want points taken away from me – whatever the hell their points were for.
When she brought me my breakfast, there was a crepe with strawberries on it and whipped cream already on top. There was also an omelet with bacon and cheese. I desperately wanted to eat the omelet.
After living out in San Francisco for the last few years, being a vegan was totally in style; but I wasn’t really a vegan. I didn’t have that deep down desire to protect animals and not eat their food products. I just wanted to be healthy and being a vegan seemed like an easy way to go about it, at least while in California.
But as I sat there staring at my animal product breakfast, I tried to decide how I could justify eating the omelet. Maybe they would forget that I said I was a vegan. If I just started eating meat again, who would really care?
There was something about getting sober that made me want to eat junk food, meat, and anything else I could get my hands on. I suspected I was going to fatten up a bit if I managed to stay at this torturous facility for the whole sixty days.
“Oh, yes, you’re a vegan, I’m sorry,” Cassidy said as she took away my whole tray and brought me a different one with a bunch of vegetables, a plain crepe, some strawberries, and that was it.
“No whipped cream?” I asked as I gently touched her hand.
The touch of my fingers on her hand sent and instantaneous shock to my system. She was warmer than I had expected and the look in her eyes even seemed warm as she looked down at me.
“Vegans don’t eat whipped cream, do they?” she asked with a smile.
“It’s your tongue!” I exclaimed as I saw a shiny ball in her mouth. “You’ve got your tongue pierced.”
“Shhh,” she said.
“Oh, I bet you give insane blow jobs.”
“Mr. Levy, that’s not really appropriate conversation. Would you like me to bring you the whipped cream?”
“Nah, I’m good. But you should think about licking my cock with that tongue of yours. I don’t exactly have a room with privacy, but I’m sure you can find us a place to take care of business.”
Her blue eyes looked at me and she smiled as she leaned down to whisper something in my ear. I prepared myself to remember where she wanted to meet up. I hadn’t gotten laid in at least a week and needed a little excitement to hold me over while I went through the Godforsaken treatment facility.
Cassidy looked like a bit of a wild child and I couldn’t help but think she would be a hell of a lot of fun in the bedroom. Although it wasn’t likely I’d get the opportunity to have her in a bedroom. But I’d settle for a back room or storage room somewhere around the facility.