All characters are 21+ and consenting, this is my own original work that I am republishing from my recently deleted account.
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I drunkenly stumble through the front door of someone's apartment, not paying much attention to my surroundings as my Starter hookup starts roughly playing with my nipples through my blouse, pulling the fabric off my shoulders and down to my waist, leaving it tucked into my skirt. I was starting to relax and enjoy myself, it had been a while since I had fucked someone despite the busy city around me. Jamie had seemed nice enough online, striking up regular conversation and offering to take me out to dinner. As the night had gone on, and we had finished off our meal with a trip to a local bar for a fair few drinks, I had started to notice the occasional red flag popping out.
"God, I can't believe someone as hot as you agreed to come on a date with me! I suppose that's why you're on your sixth drink already." I ignored his comments and deflected it to talk about how great the bar was or back to the story about the last girl he had dated until finally it was late enough for my excuse of work early.
Jamie pulls me out of my daydream by pushing me against the wall as he starts to grind his growing bulge against me. Normally this wouldn't have bothered me, but for some reason I just wasn't feeling it tonight.
"Oh god, have my standards really gotten this low" I think to myself, catching sight of my man-of-tonight in the hallway mirror. His long hair, blue jeans and Marvin the Martian shirt not exactly falling into my "type", although judging by the expensive taste he seemed to have in his apartment and the restaurant he chose for dinner he wasn't exactly out of range. I try to push the thought from my mind and try to enjoy the sex again.
"At least I look great." I think with a smile, looking at my toned stomach and perky tits, standing up proudly. I shake the thought from my head as his hand slides under my ass, picking me up and carrying me over to the breakfast bar. I start to scold myself for judging too quickly, until he whispers in my ear,
"You don't mind if we make this quick right? I'm kind of keen to hit the hay." I sigh, knowing I can't really complain, we had a pretty good night until the end and I wasn't really into this anyway.
"Sure, I might not stay in that case." He shrugs, pulling his cock from his pants and unceremoniously starting to fuck me. I lose interest at his seeming lack of caring but politely allow him to finish himself off, feeling him go soft and the gross feeling of a full condom being pulled out. This was why I had gone off dating, I realise. There was a certain ick feeling that came with tonight and now that I had kind of satiated the need I had for human contact before agreeing to the date, I felt a little dirty and my head spun from the alcohol. Jamie's stumbling around in the kitchen, swearing loudly with his limp dick still hanging out as he fixed himself another drink was just another one of those things I didn't have to experience just because I was horny and bored of being on my own. Fuck, I needed to get out of here.
"Thanks babe, the bathroom is just over there and can you please lock the door on your way out. Had a great night, should do it again sometime." I roll my eyes as he walks away, seeing him put his drink on the nightstand then flop down on the bed, snoring within seconds. I decide to take my time and have a shower, scouring myself clean then attending to myself. Propping myself up against the wall as I play with my pussy and relax. In the end I just stand and let the hot water run over my body, enjoying the drunk and warm feeling as the bathroom fills with steam. I look blankly at the wall in front of me, thinking long and hard about deleting Starter and giving up on finding any good hookups in New York. I hop out, drying myself on what I hope is a clean towel, then crawl into the spare bed, deciding it safer since I'm too drunk to safely wander home and wouldn't have the slightest clue where I am in the first place. That can be an issue for morning June. Hoping to sleep off the disappointing Starter hookup and start fresh tomorrow, knowing full well that I was probably never going to learn from this given my track record of dating in New York. I lie awake for a few more minutes just staring at the ceiling, thinking about literally anything to take my mind off of how dreadfully tonight had played out.
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I awoke from a dreamless sleep to the blaring sound of my alarm. Quickly shutting it off I groaned seeing that it was still dark outside and the sudden loud noise had reminded me of my hangover with the onset of a pretty terrible headache, but I would rather lose a few hours of sleep and deal with the headache later than still be here when Jamie woke up. I quickly get out of bed and slip back into my pencil skirt and blouse, hoping that nobody at work will notice that I wore this yesterday. Thankfully, I manage to slip out of the apartment without detection, yawning as I wait for the elevator to reach my floor from the penthouse.
"Ha, what that must be like." I say quietly to myself, rubbing my forehead in an attempt to suppress my pounding headache. The doors slide open and my stomach drops as I make eye contact with another person inside. My cheeks flush red as I walk in and try to straighten myself out, feeling like a stray cat next to his pristine suit and crisp cologne.
"Big night?" He chuckles behind me.
"Something like that." I blush, bending over to try and slip my heels back onto my feet, nearly falling over as the lift suddenly grinds to a halt with a squeaky groan. Mr Suit sighs and looks at his watch,
"I told Harry this thing was on its way out four years ago, of course it's the day where I decide to go in early rather than stay late that it finally gives up the ghost." He pulls out his phone, calling someone and explaining the situation, handing me his overcoat as he sees me starting to shiver. I smile at him thankfully, hoping that he can get this sorted sooner rather than later. While he talks quietly on the phone I dig through my purse for some pain relief and my water bottle, accepting that if anything was going to make this worse it would be me in a bad mood trying to deal with a headache. And by the sound of it, it looks like we are going to be here for a while.
"Well, Harry is out of town for two more days but he said he's got a repairman coming to check it out. They might need to call in a specialist, though, I suggest you make yourself comfortable." Mr Suit sits down on the floor, leaning against the mirrored wall and crossing his legs. "Well, are you going to sit down?" I snap out of my daydream and sit down across from him, being careful not to flash him as I quickly realise I never found my panties in my rush to leave.
"I don't mean to be nosey, but seeing as we will likely be here for another four or so hours...why don't you tell me how bad Jamie is in bed?" He laughs, arms crossed over his chest.
"Oh, that's what his name is. I forgot." I giggle, "Do you want the honest answer or the polite answer? I left before he even woke up." Mr Suit grins widely,
"Well now I know that your polite answer is bullshit, tell me truthfully...how bad was he?" he uncrosses and re-crosses his legs, now closer to me than before but still not touching. I Gulp.
"Terrible. The whole thing lasted about five minutes before he came, made himself a drink he was too drunk to drink, showed me where the bathroom was, and then passed out. I only stayed because I wasn't entirely sure where I was. I'm not sure I do right now actually." I nervously explain, I can tell he's fighting a grin as he listens intently.
"I always figured as much, he hardly leaves his house and when he does, he never brings back the same girl twice. Now I know that isn't exactly a choice for him... He's some kind of big shot software designer though, and makes a lot of money. You have good taste." He motions like he's tipping his hat to me. An hour passes as we casually chat, hearing people on either of the floors we are stuck between calling out to make sure we are okay.
"Are you hungry?" Mr Suit asks, leaning forward as he passes me half of his sandwich. My stomach rumbles in response, taking the food with a polite thank you as we hungrily eat our breakfast together.
"I should probably call into work and tell them what is happening, I'm not due there for another hour but at this rate I don't have high hopes we will be out by then." I pull my phone out, calling my boss who is more than happy to arrange for the casual receptionist to come in and cover for me. I sigh, putting my phone back in my purse and leaning my head back against the wall.
"Bored?" I nod in response. I close my eyes, not sleeping but enjoying the break from the fluorescent lights of the elevator. I hear something shuffle but take no notice until I suddenly feel something at my side. I open one eye and see Mr Suit now sitting beside me, drawing a tic-tac-toe board on a sheet of paper and handing me a pen. We laugh and joke, playing the game as more time passes, eventually surpassing lunchtime with no confirmation on when we are going to get out.
"If you were a bird, what kind of bird would you be?'
