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.
“You know what,” she whispered seductively in my ear. “I’m going to say no. Not just no, but hell no,” she continued.
“Come on, now. You don’t even know what I’m working with here,” I said as I pointed to my pants.
I had gotten hard the second I touched her and she needed to know that. The girls I was used to hanging around seemed to really enjoy it when I let them know how excited I was for them.
I wasn’t a shy guy when it came to women. It hadn’t always been that way, but lately, the ladies were throwing themselves at me and I had really gotten used to it. There wasn’t much a guy had to do if he was rich. Women just wanted to sleep with me. They wanted to be in my bed and surprise me. They tried to shock me with all the sexual things they wanted to do with me; and I was perfectly fine with it all.
“I should slap you. If you grab me again, or put any of your body parts near me, I’ll have you transferred to the secured unit. And trust me, you won’t like it there.”
Her voice was firm, yet sexy as hell. I wanted to protest her refusal but decided it wasn’t worth risking it. I certainly couldn’t deal with a unit that was even more restrictive than the one I was already on.
Even though all of her words told me she didn’t want to have her hand on my throbbing member, there was a smile beneath it all. And I swore I felt her rub up and down briefly before she pulled her hand away.
This girl was hot. Not just because she had the obvious physical attractiveness, but she was even hotter because of her attitude. I hadn’t been around a woman who would refuse me since I was in my first years of college. Cassidy intrigued me.
“I’ll have you wet for me before you know it,” I whispered back to her.
“I doubt it. I don’t go for the arrogant jerks. I prefer good guys who actually want to make their life better.”
“How do you know I’m not a good guy?”
“I don’t. But so far, you’re not really giving off the good guy vibe.”
After she removed her hand from my cock and stood up, we both looked up and noticed a large, black man walking toward me. He was huge, well over six feet tall and at least 300 pounds. His eyes focused on me and all I could think about was that he was pissed that I was flirting with Cassidy.
“Mr. Levy, can you come with me?” the man asked.