Page 26 of Devil’s Disciples

“Having sex isn’t like buying a gun,” I said, scowling as I made claim. “There’s not a waiting period required.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Screwing a guy on the day you meet him is gross.”

“No, it’s not. There’s the entire element of not really knowing who he is that makes everything that much more exciting. Being boned by a stranger is awesome. Once you get to know a guy, things change. They get comfortable. Sex gets boring. Then, they lie.”

She sighed. “Tell me he wore protection.”

“He left his socks on. They had guitars on them. Does that count?”

“Eww. That’s gross.”

“His cock was like velvet. A lot of things came to mind while he was fucking me with it. Gross wasn’t one of them.”

“Are you going to do it again?”

“I hope so. Maybe until I get to know him.” I chuckled. “Then, I’ll have to find another stranger to screw me.”

“Don’t bring him here,” she warned.

“Never crossed my mind.”

She huffed out a phony sigh. “Where?”

“Where what?”

“Where’d you guys do it?”

“In the pink,” I said with a smile of reassurance. “I won’t let a guy run it in my butt unless we’ve been doing it for a while.”

“Oh. My. God.” Her mouth fell open. “That wasn’t what I…never mind.”

“It’s true. If you let a guy poke it in your butt on the first date, you’re a skank. I’m not a skank. Not even close.”

“You weren’t on a date,” she howled. “He just strolled into your office.”

I shrugged. “If he strolled into your office, you’d be the one walking funny, not me.”

“I doubt that.” She said snidely. “I wouldn’t let him--”

I cut her short with an exaggerated scoff. “You wouldn’t be able to tell him no.”

“Oh really?” She gave me a look of disbelief. “I think I could.”

I shook my head. “One word describes him. Only one.”

“What’s that?”

I said the first thing that came to mind. “Irresistible.”

* * *

I chained my bike to the lamppost and took a quick glance at Baker’s window. As with each of the days that had passed since we met, he wasn’t there. I wondered if I was alone in my belief that the sex was awesome, or if he was simply busy doing something entrepreneurial.

Becoming attached to men wasn’t something that I let happen. My relationship with Baker, if anything, would remain sexual, and that would be the extent of it. I didn’t expect him to provide me much more than a little conversation and a lot of dick. If my expectations were met, my life would remain uncomplicated, and I wouldn’t be let down when he eventually lied to me, cheated on me, or left me.

I dismissed his repeated absence and rushed up the stairs. After unlocking the door and kicking it open, I relaxed into my magical chair. I found it difficult to believe someone was going to pay me for the time I spent at work, as there was nothing meaningful for me to do.

I looked around the room. Although my first few paychecks were allotted to reducing old debt, I daydreamed about the day I could decorate my office with pictures, vases, and other items that would personalize it.