Before I know what I’m doing, my thumb leads me to the few messages I exchanged with Gen. They date back three weeks now, and I still remember the detached curiosity I felt while I sent those texts. She was nothing more than an afterthought, someone I planned on meeting just to prove to Eli that when a woman doesn’t put her face in those apps, it means she has nothing worth showing. I was bloody wrong, wasn’t I?
I’m a fool for thinking I’d be alright fucking her whenever she has some time she can grace me with. I’m in my prime, and I’ve always had a solid sex drive. I’ll need more than a quickie every fortnight.
On impulse, I send her a text.
Me
Any plans tonight?
Well, that sounds desperate. I don’t want to come off as desperate. But I kind of am. I can’t seem to fuck anyone else right now, and wanking is already getting old—even if the fantasies I conjure of her are delightfully naughty. Those screenshots from her dating profile are proving handy, but they’re nothing like the real thing. I’ll need to dip my cock in some pussy before I go mad.
Because I’m not pathetic enough to stare at my phone until she answers, I return my focus to the bloody numbers I’ve been staring at all morning. I should be elated about our record revenue this quarter, but it’s become the norm. We do better every time, on a solid climb since The Parlour opened five years ago. This time is quite the jump, though.
When the phone buzzes again about ten minutes after I sent the text, I force myself not to check it immediately. This woman does things to me that I’m not comfortable with. Instead, I finish going through the page I’m on and use the text as motivation.
It’s not exactly rewarding, though.
Sexy Redhead
I have a work dinner.
Me
Can’t get out of it?
Sexy Redhead
Afraid not.
Me
Not even for great dick?
There’s a pause there, where I imagine her squirming on her chair, thinking of all the things she could be doing with me tonight rather than sit with her boring colleagues or whatever.
Sexy Redhead
It would have to be the greatest dick of my life.
That needy little woman… Is she issuing a challenge we both know I’ve already won?
Me
I already am, am I not?
Sexy Redhead
Now you’re getting cocky again.
Me
Cockiness is a big part of me. You’ve seen the size. You’ve had it in you.
Another pause, and I smile at the screen like an idiot, waiting for her answer.
Sexy Redhead
I really can’t tonight. It’s my boss and a few colleagues who are all gunning to take over when he leaves.
