So, I decided to do the thing that Rose used to provide in spades but that I now had an overflow of.
I texted one of the club bunnies to come to my house.
* * *
To put it frankly, we had so many women who were so eager to sleep with us that even if I acted in the vilest and most disgusting manner, I would still get laid.
Different men in the club handled the women differently. Lane actually didn’t take many women. Come to think of it, I couldn’t recall him ever taking anyone. For a while, it was a darkly funny reflection of his distance from the club, but now, it better reflected his commitment and loyalty to his girlfriend, Angela. Patriot would sometimes take them, but his recent hitching also prevented him from taking someone.
For someone like me, though? Or like Butch? Or the prospects and club members who maybe wouldn’t be accepted by the outside world?
Oh, we were ravenous and unapologetic.
Some of us did it because we loved having a lot of sex. Some of us did it because we had pasts we were trying to fuck our way past. Some of us did because we were just bored.
If someone asked me, I just said it was the first. The truth, I believed, was probably some blend of all three, with the middle reason being the primary one.
Granted, this could make things a little messy if one of the club members started to develop feelings for one of the girls. It was sort of an unwritten rule that unless someone was an old lady—that was, a serious girlfriend or a wife—anyone was fair game at any time to anyone. It was admittedly a little bit crass, but from time to time, some of the officers or senior members would take a girl a prospect was hitting on to remind him of his place.
Tonight’s girl, though, was just coming to my house, so there wasn’t anyone to compete with or anyone to publicly embarrass.
It was a girl named Thea, a taller, athletic blonde girl, in many ways, the opposite of Rose. Rose was short and curvy, Thea, athletic and lean. Rose was brunette and light-skinned, Thea was blonde and tanned. Rose was...
Why the hell was I comparing Thea to Rose?
A knock came at my door. I opened it to see Thea in a low-cut, midriff-exposed top, jean shorts, and heels. She really looked every bit the part of a hooker. It was, yes, in sharp contrast to what Rose wore.
“I guess you wore the minimum amount of clothing knowing it would get torn off, huh?” I said.
“Oh, you’re so funny,” she said.
I rolled my eyes and pulled her in for a kiss. I didn’t want to waste time with “pleasantries” when they would be anything but to me. I gradually helped her reach the bedroom, and we tumbled onto the bed, what few clothes we had coming off.
It was a shame she couldn’t have dressed a little like...
What the actual fuck.
Rose was like a worm that had slithered her way deep into my brain. And sure enough, even as we got completely naked, even as I went deep inside of Thea, even as she sucked me off to climax, I could never really get Rose out of my head. I had hoped that having sex would make me forget about her, but instead, it seemed to have made me remember her even more than before.
“How did that feel?” Thea said, sitting back on her heels, showing off her amazing body, her voice carrying a hint of desperation.
“Fucking awesome,” I said, even though I was not focused on her in the slightest.
“Maybe next time, you’d like to know what it’s like to come inside me,” she said, a sort of sad smile on her face. “I know you want—”
“Maybe next time,” I said, standing up and getting my clothes on quickly. “For now, time to go.”
“You don’t want to do a second—”
“Long day,” I said. “I’ll see you on Friday.”
Thea looked at me with more than a little disgust, perhaps annoyed that she felt treated like a whore. But what was I supposed to do, pretend to care or like her when neither was true? I at least gave her twenty bucks to buy herself dinner, but it was only when she angrily swiped it from my hand that I realized it probably looked like I was paying her for sex.
In any case, I forgot about it shortly after. Instead, I was thinking about how sex with Rose had gone.
Which was to say, back in the day, ridiculously good.
This, however, also told me if I started going down that path with Rose, even if I so much as merely hugged her and did nothing else, I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself. I would do something incredibly stupid with her. And then I’d wind up exactly where I started.
