Stella is here, she’s always here. I can’t seem to rid her. No matter how harsh my words, no matter the number of times I reject her, she doesn’t leave. She’s on my couch, naked, with only heels on her feet. She’s laying down, her heels up on the edge. Wanting something from me, something I can’t give her. I didn’t come last time, I couldn’t.
I turn my back to her. I hear her disdain. Just choosing to not acknowledge it.
“Put your clothes on.” I pick up my phone, not even bothering to turn around to face her. I have several messages, most from numbers I don’t know, probably requesting work.
“Black,” she moans, and I turn around to look at her. She didn’t even bother heeding my request. She’s now touching herself, and my dick bounces. But nothing more comes from it. I turn to leave, stopping in front of her and grabbing the blanket to throw over her. She stops, and as I begin to leave a shoe is thrown at my head, barely missing me.
“I will leave and never come back!” she yells after me. I stop on my stairs. She’s now standing at my door, watching me. I turn slowly.
“Please do,” I say then continue walking. The shoe hits me on the head this time. But I don’t stop, I keep walking until I’m in my truck and pull away.
I’m meeting Jake in the city tonight. And as I pull up, I see his Harley parked in the street. It gleams, brightly polished. I step out and see him automatically through the doors. He’s sitting with two other men, his posture straight, not relaxed in the slightest. He isn’t comfortable, that much I can tell before I even step in.
The hostess asks for my jacket. I dismiss her and continue walking to Jake. His body seems to relax at the slightest sight of me. I sit next to him, across from two men in suits. One doesn’t even look up to acknowledge my presence. The other stares at me intently. I stare back, and he starts to smirk. I don’t.
“Black, these men require your service.” I look to him, then back to the men. Both are now looking at me. Waiting for me to reply.
“Jake,” I warn. He knows my answer. I don’t deal with people who meet with me. That’s how trouble is caused, accusations happen. Blame.
“It’s a favor for the club,” he murmurs. I shake my head. I’m not doing this, it’s not happening. He may be one of my closest mates, but I’m sick of cleaning up for the club, too many times that shit has happened.
“It’s not happening!” I go to stand and the man in the blue suit stands with me. He looks me directly in the eyes.
“I need this done. Clean. Fast. You can do that! I have heard of you. Just do it and I will pay you double.” My head shakes again, and his face morphs to angry. It doesn’t bother me. These men, these types of men, they’re lazy. They think killing a scorned lover or a work rival will fix all their problems. It won’t, and I won’t deal with it, even if the money is good.
I don’t stand there any longer and listen to any more pleas. I walk out and head straight to my truck. A hand grips my shoulder, making me turn. I know who it is already. If I didn’t and someone touched me that in way they’d be on the floor.
“Hands.” I clench and Jake backs up a step. Seeing how it makes me feel, he shows his hands in surrender.
“Drink, we need a drink,” he says, nodding his head to a dive bar across the street. I want to go back home. Hopefully it’ll be quiet. No Stella there. Though I won’t bet on my luck.
“Stella still whoring around?” Jake asks as we slide onto the stools in front of the bar. He nods to the bartender for two beers and I shake my head.
“She’s a stage ten clinger, and I don’t even let her touch me.”
He bursts out laughing. “You don’t let anyone touch you. But seriously, you want me to come around and ride her?” He leans in close, waiting for my answer.
“If she’s there when I return, I’ll call you.” His head bounces up and down while the beers are set in front of us.
“I fucked this bitch last night. She was like a fucking gymnast, man. Ever been with a gymnast?” he asks excitedly. I shake my head as he’s way too excited. “So anyway, got the bitch doggy style, she’s taking it good from behind when I lift her ass up in the air higher. You wanna know what she does?” He leans in close, a smirk touches my lips. “She does the splits, mid-air, cock buried deep inside of her, like holy mother fucken shit…” His head shakes back and forth.
“Gymnast, ha?” I ask, trying to contain my smirk. This fucker is way too excited.
“Yeah, I fucked her three times, three motherfucking times without the help of any drugs. The way she bends…” he whistles loudly, “…had me going back for more.”
“You’re a stallion, three times my man, a new record.” I tap his back and he shrugs me away.
“What? You did it more than three times?” he questions.
“More,” I mutter, picking up my beer and putting to my lips.
“How many more?” he questions, waiting for my answer.
“Many more.” I smile.
“Fuck you, Black,” he says, nodding to the bartender. My phone beeps and I look down reading the text.
Unknown Number: I know I shouldn’t contact you. But thank you so much. Rose.