His Love

“What,” I said in a dead voice. “What is it?”

The brunette simpered again, shooting me a coy look.

“You know Luke, I still have the key to your apartment,” she said mischievously. “And I know how you like to wake up in the mornings. Maybe I could …?” Her voice trailed off.

I swung around to look at her, blue gaze hard.

“You could what?” I asked, challenging her to say it. Really? Miss Lane actually still thought I wanted her in bed? After all these years?

But Serena is unstoppable and as I watched, she slowly slid her leotard down that narrow chest cavity so that the material was bunched at her waist. And with a purr, those bony hands went up to cup her breasts, or what passed for breasts.

Because Serena’s never had it. She’s got a body that’s as flat as a board, or a teenage boy, come to think of it. There was nothing to cup. Instead, her hands rubbed up and down those pancakes, even as she shot another flirtatious look my way.

“I know how you like it,” the woman purred. “I know how you like it, Luke, waking up with your dick in my mouth. That’s the best way to start the day, wouldn’t you say?”

Oh shit, she was so desperate it was sad. But I forced myself to stay calm. This old bird worked for me, and she was a decent ballet instructor. Good teachers are hard to come by and I didn’t want to lose an employee because of my bedroom activities.

“Listen Serena,” I said, voice smooth as silk. “Listen, that was a long time ago, no need to get into it. Let’s keep this professional hmmm?”

But the bag of bones wouldn’t stop. Plucking her nips with bony fingers, she thrust her chest out even more, head tilting back in fake ecstasy.

“No Luke,” she panted. “I know you want it. I know you want this. I have the key, I’ll let myself in and give you the best wake-up call you’ve ever had. Promise,” she moaned breathily.

I shook my head.

“Naw, no thanks,” came my ground out reply. “Don’t do that. And what the fuck, what do you mean, you have the key? It’s been ten years and you still have that thing? Give it here,” came my harsh command.

That snapped her out of her fake ecstasy.

“No!” the scrawny woman squealed. “No! Only I have what it takes, these young girls aren’t anything! They’re just fake, weak, spineless teens, you need a real woman!” came her squalling cry.

But I wasn’t having it.

“My key,” came the command again. “Now.”

And slowly, Serena pulled it from her bag, fingers trembling as she dropped it in my waiting palm.

“I never used it,” she said huffily. “It’s not like I was sneaking in or anything.”

My fingers closed over the bronze metal, hiding it from sight.

“Even if you didn’t use it, still,” came my tuneless reply. “It’s been ten years since we dated Serena, I should have taken this back a long time ago.”

“But you didn’t!” she chirped, eyes hopeful again. “You didn’t, and so that means something right?”

“Means what?” I asked, eyebrow lifted, slipping the key into my pocket. “I forgot Serena, I forgot that I’d given it to you a long time ago.”

But the woman was like a drowning prisoner, clinging to the last straw of hope.

“It means that you want me, of course!” she pressed, eyes hopeful and wide. “It means that your subconscious wants me, that it’s hoping that we get back together. And I’m ready Luke, I’m ready,” she said. With quick fingers, Miss Lane stripped to nothing in my office. Yeah, absolutely nothing, everything there out in the open.

If I’d thought she was disgusting before, now she was positively radioactive. Because it was like looking at a hungry, anorexic, twelve-year old girl standing stark naked in the center of the space, trembling with greed and lust.

“You want it!” she cried again, getting down onto her hands and knees, spreading those legs. “You want it!”

And shit, but my dick just about shriveled and dropped off. Because Serena is the opposite of Kitty, and the old bird had nothing to offer. Sure, she’s always been skinny, but before, at least she was young and fresh. Now, the skin between her legs was saggy and droopy, her labia stretched out and wrinkled. Not only that, but some women are just not pretty down there, and Serena was part of that pack. Her cunt was grayish brown, a dull mud color, and there were bits that looked odd, like there were extra flaps of unneeded skin.

“Get dressed,” I ground out averting my eyes. “Put your clothes back on. Now!”

The woman whimpered and heaved some more, but there was no juice between those legs. Yeah, that’s right, she was dry as a bone, her hole a parched desert. And maybe it was my foreboding expression, or maybe it was my refusal to look at her, but she leapt to her feet before struggling back into the warm-up outfit.