I am always followed by silent assassins. Their job is to make sure I get no enjoyment out of life. It’s a huge price to pay for a teenage boy who only has pussy on his mind, and there’s a hot waitress in the diner who has definitely got my attention. She’s made it no secret she wants me, and I’m about to test that theory, and Zac is coming along for the ride.
It must be during school. It’s the one place the guards are not allowed, and so I devised the plan as I jerked off to her image one night.
I need more, I want more, and none of my father’s whores will do. He offered one like a gift on my eighteenth birthday, and I was terrified. She was older than me, worn around the edges and appeared salty at being asked. She demanded my virginity as if she wanted to get it over with, and as I went through the motions, it struck me how impersonal it was. She merely sucked my cock until it was hard and then I pumped inside her frozen body until I came. There was nothing but sex involved, and it was over in mere seconds.
She chewed gum the entire time, and when I finished, she pulled on her plastic dress and wiped away the evidence before saying, “See ya, kid. Have a nice life.”
And then she was gone.
If anything, I felt used and dirty, and it took a long time to wipe that memory.
Then I met Sally.
A pretty waitress with long dark hair and soulful eyes. She is slightly older than me and seems sweet and soft, and her pretty smile and curious gaze are the only things I can concentrate on.
We edge through the hole and jog down the street, away from the school and any entrances it possesses.
Away from the guards watching them and into the town a short distance away.
“You know, if my father hears what I’m allowing you to do, he will end my life himself.”
Zac grumbles as he attempts to catch up with me, and it crosses my mind I should have left him behind.
“He won’t find out. What’s the worst that can happen? You spill your fucking milkshake while you wait for me.”
I roll my eyes because Zac is always a pussy when it comes to tricking the system, and I suppose he has more to lose than I do.
“I don’t like it, that’s all I’m saying.”
“Then file a report in the folder. I don’t give a fuck.”
Zac and I argue like enemies and love like brothers. We go nowhere without the other because that is what he is being trained to do. It never occurred to me that my father had also gifted me a friend because Zac has been in my life since I could walk, courtesy of his father being left with a small son when his mom ran off with a rival guard. Subsequently, Mom took Zac in as a fifth brother, and it was inevitable we were flung together, being of the same age. I did and do everything with Zac, and he is destined to become my consigliere when I complete my education and head into the family business.
We soon reach the town, and my heart is racing faster than my feet right now. We have until the end of the double math period to complete my mission and head back undetected.
Sally will be waiting in the alley behind the diner. It’s been arranged. A note tucked into the dollar bills I tipped her was our arrangement, and I wonder if she will take me up on it. It’s been brewing for several months, and there is only so many times I can jerk off to a brief encounter, and her obvious fascination with me spurred me on to be so bold. Zac’s role, as always, is to act as lookout, and he will wait at the end of the alley that leads to a dead end beside the diner.
Anticipation spurs me on and I up my pace, and as we near the promised land, my balls are already dragging behind me.
We slow down to a gentle jog, and Zac pants, “I beg you to reconsider this, Joe. It doesn’t feel right.”
“Relax. I know what I’m doing.”
My heart races as we draw closer to the diner, and all around us normal life goes on as people go about their daily business. Nothing appears different, so I relax a little. I can pull this off, and the adrenaline rush it’s giving me is a drug I am already addicted to.
“Wait here. I won’t be long.”
“That’s for sure.”
He nudges me, and I bite back my grin.
“Jealous asshole.”
I nudge him back, and Zac grins; his infectious smile always raising one on my face.
I jog into the alley and lean against the dumpster, wondering if Sally will agree to my invitation. As the time edges toward two thirty pm, a sliver of light edges from a crack in the back door to the diner, and she peers nervously around it, her eyes lighting up when she sees me waiting.
She closes the door quickly and heads toward me, an anxious expression on her face as she whispers, “I shouldn’t be doing this.”
