“Hello?” I shut my eyes and keep working my dick. It’s not the first time I’ve jacked off with her home, but she’s always been asleep.
“Hey, Wing.” I almost snarl when I hear her informal address. Why the fuck is he calling her? I didn’t tell him to. I hate not knowing what he’s saying to her.
“Really?” She sounds like she’s about ready to cry. “No, I get it. It’s fine. We’ll be fine,” she says quickly, but her hand tightens on the blanket. “Just let me know when I can come back. If not, I’m going to have to look for something else,” she tells him. There’s a short pause before she adds, “I know. I get it. Bye.” I rub my thumb over the tip of my cock as she growls in frustration after slamming the phone down on her bed. “Fucking great.” My first instinct is to tell her to watch her mouth, but I know getting caught with my dick in my hand in her closet will not go the way I want it to.
I grit my teeth, deciding I will make her pay for that later. My dick likes her dirty words though. I think I’ll make her beg me to fuck her. After a few more hard pumps, I spill my seed all over the clothes on top of her hamper. Her panties are peeking out from the side of the pile, almost as if she made sure I would see them. I use the soft cotton to wipe off my dick, then put them in my pocket to add to my collection.
“Fucking great.”I lean forward so my forehead is against my bed. I’m trying so hard not to cry. I need a little more time, I need to save up a little more money before Winger fires me. I don’t want to go to the other clubs, but I need to pay bills, so I will if I have to.
It’s too late to call Gwen and tell her I’m off for the next week at least, and I know I’m not going to fall asleep anytime soon, so I throw my legs off my full-sized bed and head downstairs. I can’t solve my problems right now, but I can bake some brownies and eat my weight in chocolatey goodness until I pass out.
Chapter 6
“Idon’t know why you hide your body under all those clothes. If I looked like you, I would dress like a hoochie,” Gwen remarks, giving my slim fit jeans and flouncy shirt the side-eye.
“Clothes are a nice change,” I mumble under my breath, even though it’s just the two of us in the car. Louder, I add, “And you do dress like a hoochie and have a body like mine.”
She clicks her tongue at me, ignoring my comment. Gwen doesn’t think I should be ashamed that I take my clothes off for strangers. She thinks I should start a YouTube or a FansOnly channel. It’s not the worse idea right now. I could always keep my face covered, then I wouldn’t have to worry about strangers following me home. I don’t know how much someone would pay to watch me dance, though, because I’m not getting naked, even if it’s only for a screen.
“Where are we going?” I ask when she turns onto the expressway.
“The After Party.” She bites her lip and looks over at me.
I groan and sink down into my seat. “They probably won’t even let us in.” I don’t tell her I promised Winger I wouldn’t go into the city. She wouldn’t understand anyway.
“They will,” she reassures me.
“Maybe you.” I look over at her skimpy dress and strappy heels. “I’m going to get left in the line. I’m not freezing my ass off for hours, hoping I make it in at some point.”
“They will let us in. I know someone.” She shrugs like this isn’t the biggest news of the night.
“Shut up!” I smack her arm. “Who do you know?”
“Someone,” she answers cryptically with a wide smile.
“Gwen, come on. I have literally no life. Tell me!” I pretend to beg with my hands clasped under my chin.
She wiggles in her seat, unable to hide her excitement or the fact that she wanted to tell me all along. “Okay, so I met him at the club in Pontiac.”
“The gross one you said you would never go back to?”
“Yeah, but good thing I’m a liar because that’s where I met Jay.” She bites her lip again.
“And who is Jay?”
Gwen shrugs, then glances over at me quickly. “I don’t know too much about him yet, but I want to.” She looks so happy, so young and sweet and full of hope. It’s so different than the women I’m usually around, and it reminds me how much I’ve missed her.
I almost tease her a little but decide not to. “He’s a good guy then. What does he do? Tell me what you know about him.”
“He hasn’t been in town long. He came here on business, some kind of investment thing. That’s why we’re going to The After Party. He’s meeting people there, and he put us on the guest list.”
The happy flutter in my stomach dies a little. Gwen is getting her hopes way up for a guy who’s just passing through. I don’t say that though, I’m sure she knows. “You didn’t need to bring me along as a third wheel, Gwen. I would have been happy going to a movie or something another day.”
“Psh, he always has a group of people around him. Trust me, you are not a third wheel. I asked you because I wanted to hang out with you, and I wanted you to meet him.”
The rural area we live in transforms rapidly as we start to pass through larger cities, the sides of the expressway becoming lined with fast-food restaurants and party stores. Gwen prattles on about how handsome Jay is and how she felt an immediate connection, while I get lost in my usual drive. I’m typically the one behind the wheel though, and it’s easier to ignore the shift to the inner city when I’m focused on the traffic and preoccupied with work. Abandoned houses and storefronts can be seen in every direction, with the backdrop of high-rise buildings that seem just out of reach until you’re practically on top of them.
The road gets more twisted and curved, and the barricade on each side grows higher, blocking out some of the blight. Gwen guides the car to the off ramp, proving she knows exactly where she’s going. I would have gone up another exit if I was driving to work, so the surroundings aren’t as familiar to me.
