"You don't need to do this every time I fix something or put something together for you," Javier said looking down at me.
"I know," I said as I rose from my knees.
I had asked Javier to help me put together a cheap new dresser I bought. Somehow, someway I had ended up on my knees, blowing him as a thank you.
I had told myself I was going to stop meeting up like this with Javier. His wife, Sonia, had befriended me out at the pool. She was sweet and nice and had made a habit of sneaking mixed drinks in styrofoam cups out to the pool for us to enjoy. We were becoming friends, yet here I was swallowing her husband's cum while she was at work. Meeting with Javier was convenient though and I was coming to grips with the fact I had no sexual morals anymore.
Javier left as he always did post-ejaculation. I climbed in the shower in preparation for dinner. Derek had reached out and asked me to meet him downtown. I didn't know what he wanted but I was excited to see him again. He was the only boyfriend I had during my time down here and I missed that. If given the opportunity I would try my best not to screw it up again.
In anticipation I had scheduled a hair appointment and my locks were once again a shiny platinum blond. I had also lost about 10 pounds in the past three weeks on a diet of cocaine, cigarettes, and vodka. My stomach was so hungry I could hear it growling as it digested Javier's cum.
I drove to the bar Derek and I had our first date at and took a seat at the bar. I knew both the bartenders - Clint and Becca. They both had been frequent customers at my first job. The service industry was its own little community and most of us knew each other.
It was already getting late on a Monday and the bar was fairly empty. There was an old couple in the corner and two guys watching baseball at the bar, but no sign of Derek.
"Waiting for someone?" Becca asked.
"I was supposed to meet a friend for a late dinner but it looks like they might have bailed."
"Well that's rude!"
"I know. To be honest, I needed to get out of the house anyway."
"Are you still living with Courtney?"
Clint's head spun around and shot Becca a look.
"What?" she hit back at him.
"We had a falling out," I admitted. "How did you know Clint?"
"How do we know anything about each other. This town is gossipy, especially when it involves others in the service industry."
"How much do you know?"
"About you? A lot."
Becca looked at me with her eye brows raised, nodding in affirmation, before heading to tend to the few customers.
"Like what?" I quizzed Clint. I didn't believe him and was calling his bluff.
