The Call

by Kathi Goldwyn

  I think that’s my favorite part of a man’s body. Okay, second favorite. I giggle to myself when I think of his fine-ass body. He wears his jeans slung low on his hips, showcasing that deep V he has going on. Good lord. Oh my god, that V. I live for the V.

  He’s cool as fuck, too. Spending time with him is freaking so easy, and he gives great head. So many men won’t go downtown, but that first night, he travelled all the way down my body and knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue is heaven sent. I came so many times that night. Fuck! Just thinking about his body turns me on.

  I hope he wants to screw again tonight. I’m counting on it.

  Work consumes my life, but I’ll definitely find time for him.

  My two jobs are killing me. I love Rocco, and his bar is so much fun. My boss is an awesome badass dude, and he’s totally cool to work for. We have no crazy rules to follow, like no booze for us servers. After he hired me at age twenty-one, we became close. He’s more like a father figure to me than a boss. He’s solid as a rock, and I take all my problems to him. He has a heart of gold and supports me in every way. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. Nothing at all.

  Rocco is an awesome man, and over all these years I’ve gotten to know him very well. I know he has dark secrets from his life before he took ownership of this place. He told me he was in a motorcycle club, that he was the Prez for a good long while. I’ve tried like hell to get him to share part of his stories, and he finally told me about some of the runs he used to go out on. He told me how he patched in when he was seventeen and never looked back.

  He’s a tough looking motherfucker, running the bar in a friendly, heartwarming way. At six feet tall he has an impressive build for someone in his late forties. He has dark silver-gray hair that’s combed back away from his face, and deep-set blue eyes. I bet he was a lady killer back in his day. I’m sure he was hot as hell as a young buck, and he’s still fucking handsome.

  It’s sad, what happened to his club. Heartbreaking really. But when the Feds pulled that stunt to trap them, most of the club members died or went to prison. He was forced to get real with the hand life dealt him. He left the MC life behind and made a quiet life putting all his energy into this bar. It was his father’s bar until Rocco inherited it way back when. I think he’s happy here, with his brood of waitresses and the men who stop by for a drink.

  The clientele at Rocco’s are mostly fun, friendly men. They don’t bring their dates or wives here. No, this place is for men to hang out together. Or drink alone. I know many of these lonely drinkers, and no one harasses me. Except that once.

  The dude came in thinking he was some bigshot lawyer. He carried his ego into the bar as I watched him stride inside. He whistled for me to come take his order like I was his pet dog and then he slid his hand right up my skirt. I fucking elbowed his face, and as the blood spurted from his mouth he screamed, “Fucking bitch!” He was furious I had made him bleed. Rocco came out from behind the bar and threw his ass out after punching him in the face.

  “I’m gonna sue your ass!” I heard him yell as Rocco grabbed his collar and dragged him out the door.

  “Don’t come back, asshole!” Rocco growled as he manhandled him. That dude was gonna wear that punch for sure the next day, and maybe even mine. One could always hope.

  That’s the thing about Rocco. He backs all of us working for him. No one really knows he’s the owner of the bar as he bartends almost every night. He always keeps an eye on all of us women. I appreciate him and feel at home around him.

  “Hey Alex, what’s up girl?” he says with a wide, easy grin when I come strolling in for my night shift.

  “Aww you know, dude, same ole, same ole.” We smile a knowing smile at each other.

  Rocco has been married and has a couple kids who are grown. His father started this bar way back when he was in his twenties when he’d just had a baby boy and named the bar after his kid. The place did great business, especially once his son took over. Rocco built a thriving business out of this small hometown bar he inherited.

  We always have sports playing on the TV’s and men come by to watch baseball games and drink after a long day's work.

  I am a baseball fangirl for sure. I’m totally psyched the Giants are doing so well in the playoffs. I bet they go to the World Series, and then basketball... Yeah, those Warriors...well, I've missed them, and they’ll be back.

  It’s my second job I hate, and there’s no way out for me. I owe the Cribs money. By now I really don’t think it’s much. But once you owe the gang, you’re fucked. You’re in, no way out. Maybe dead out.

  I try, damn straight I try. I’ve been working at TABOO for eight long years, and no one ever says anything about when I’ll be set free. I don’t think there is an end game. I’m fucking frustrated about that shit.

  The bossman at TABOO is slimy as hell. I have no power when I walk through those doors, wearing their tiny uniform that leaves so little to the imagination. He harasses me as soon as I arrive. “You’re late, bitch!” he growls, grabbing my ass as he pushes up against my body. Some nights he slides his vile obnoxious body over mine as he growls, “Where have you been, cunt?” Then he slams me up against the wall. I can feel his nasty as fuck smelly body reacting to me and I try like hell to pull away, but he licks my shoulder. Ugh, he LICKS me! With no one to complain to I have to find my wits about me and work my entire shift with him leering at me. That dude gives me horrendous nightmares. He scares the shit out of me.

  Norris. I try to shove his name away when I’m not at TABOO. Sometimes he cups my pussy when he brutally shoves me up against the wall. He whispers, “Honey, someday I’m gonna eat you alive.” I have to keep working like nothing happened. What the fuck can I do, anyway?

  I tried to quit once. Norris grabbed me so hard that I wore extra bruises the next day. He slammed me into a chair and asked, “What, you think we have a retirement plan, bitch?” When I got home I cried into my pillow the entire night.

  Right now, I'd rather think about Jack and his glorious dick.

  I call him when I get home from Rocco’s.

  “Hey, lover boy, just thinking about that gorgeous dick. I want to suck your dick. I want to suck it down my throat. Interested?” I giggle.

  “Oh baby, I’m on my way, I’ll be right over.” Click, and the phone goes dead.

  The easiest way ever to get a man’s attention: just say you want to suck his dick. I laugh to myself and go to my bedroom to get ready. Jack will be here in a few and I want to look sexy for him.

  I don’t want to think of anything else.

  Just Jack and his amazing, beautiful, fat as fuck cock. Yep, that’s all I want to focus on right now. I start singing softly to myself as I choose a new nighty to wow him in.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jack

  Last night was amazing. After Jeremy left, I got a sexy call from Alex.

  “I want to suck your dick,” I heard Alex whisper seductively in my ear. I was out the door, just like that, lickity split.

  She wants to suck my dick? Well, who am I to deny her? As soon as I heard her say those words I hardened like a rock. I had to wait a few minutes to allow it to go down before I took the trek over to her apartment. Driving with a hard-on isn’t easy. That makes me laugh as I feel myself deflate.

  On the way over, I start thinking about Lizzy. I didn’t know her like I thought I did. She’s in Rome, dressed like a whore, and I couldn’t be more confused than I am right now. What the hell’s she doing? Is she a hooker? I mean, someone doesn’t just disappear to go to Rome for “hooking needs,” right? It’s a total mind fuck. And it pisses me the fuck off.

  Was she lying to me this whole time? Was she over there incognito? I just have no clue, and no way to confirm my suspicions either. I think she was a liar for real, and I don’t think I ever really knew her. Fuck her. Even if she is in the FBI. I mean, wouldn’t anyone else expect honesty? I do, that’s for damn sure. She lied to me from day one, and I hate l
iars.

  What did she say she was? An artist. Ha. I laugh bitterly to myself. I saw some of her paintings. I didn’t think she was the next Picasso, but the work was good. Good enough, I guess. I liked it a lot better when I thought she was being honest. But clearly this was some sort of cover for her real work. I still wonder what the fuck, or rather who the fuck, she is.

  I think it’s best to just forget all about her. I need to just wipe her clean from my mind. I have a fuck buddy now, and I‘m happy. I’m content, and life’s looking up; why would I want to drag myself back to the fuck-up that was known as Lizzy? I feel ready to let go. Ready to let her go.

  I called Derek as soon as Jeremy split, and he asked me to come by his office in the morning before work. I can hardly wait to hear more about Derek’s Kids. I hope it’s a good fit for me. The more I think about this career change, the more excited I feel. I’m about to turn thirty-two, and it’s time to take charge of my life. I think it’s time to grab life by the balls, and I grab my balls just to remind myself I can.

  I pull my car into a parking stall and jump out, eager to bang on Alex’s door. As I briskly walk to her door, some ole street dude stops me and asks me for money. He says, “Buddy, I’ll wash your window for five bucks. Help an old guy out?” I look around and hand him five bucks. I mean, I know what it’s like to panhandle; the worst thing is to end the night empty-handed. It’s totally fucked up.

  “Hey, don’t worry about washing my window, dude. Go get yourself something to eat.” And on second thought, I hand him another five-dollar bill.

  “Thanks man, thanks a lot!” He smiles his toothless smile. It breaks my heart to see anyone struggle like this. Getting old with no place to live? Yeah, that’s one of my own fears.

  “Do you have a place to stay tonight?” I ask, hoping he does.

  “Don’t worry about this old guy, dude. I’ll be all right.” He gives me another gum-filled smile as he walks to my car and pulls out a window squeegee. He starts washing down my front window. Even though I told him not to worry about it, clearly he wants to earn the money I handed him.

  “Hey, I will worry. Tell me, where are you staying tonight?” I ask again, grimacing. It’s not really my business, but I’m making it my business.

  “If they have room, at the Y. Or Salvation Army. Just depends on who has room. If no one does, I grab myself a park bench for the night. I got a real cushy sleeping bag. Really, don’t concern yourself with this ole dude, but thanks.” He gives me a bright smile.

  Dude’s balding and his thin gray hair’s combed to the side of his face. His face looks like someone has pounded into it one too many times; it makes me wonder what happened there. I can see his nose has been broken, and his eyes are large round beacons of brown. Though I can’t even guess at his age, it feels like he has been through the ringer. Years of being out on the street has taken its toll.

  Oh, my aching heart. I pull out my wallet and give him forty more dollars. “In case they don’t have room for you, get a motel room, okay?” I hope he uses it for a room instead of an eight ball.

  “Thanks man, thanks so much,” he says and gets back to work cleaning my windows. I know when I come back my car will have clean windows all around. I just hope he takes care of himself. “Name’s Tom.” We shake hands and I say, “Jack.”

  I make it to Alex’s front door and rap my knuckles on the dark wood. Just as I’m about to drop my hand, she throws open the door with a loud whoosh of air. She’s so sexy in her black nighty. He hair is slicked to the side, and dark kohl lines her eyes. Her lips are ruby red tipped up in a sexy-as-sin smile, and her heart-shaped face turns up to me. This girl’s tiny. Oh my god, so tiny. And beautiful. She’s such a sexy-as-fuck little thing.

  She makes me melt with desire, and I feel myself harden as I take in her beauty.

  “Hey Jack, how ya doing? Come on in,” she says and closes the door behind me with a bang. She reaches up on her tippy toes and wraps her arms around my neck. I tuck my nose in her neck and get a whiff of her beautiful perfume right below her ear.

  ”Mmm, you smell so good,” I say as I bend down further and take her lips with mine. I’m instantly hard as stone and push my cock up against her gorgeous body.

  “Hmm, I can feel you brought me something,” Alex whispers in a low, sexy-as-hell growl.

  “All yours for the night, sweetheart.” I grab her hand and drag her into the bedroom. I push her down on the bed by her breastbone, and she lands with a soft plop. She’s splayed out for the taking, and I can hardly wait.

  “Darlin, you look good enough to eat,“ I growl and rip her panties right off her. I spread her thighs, and as they fall to the side, I can see her glistening pussy all out in the open. I drop to my knees and smell her. She’s sexy as fuck, and I can’t wait to suck on her hot, juicy cunt. I growl. “I can’t wait to watch you fall to pieces, beauty.”

  She groans loudly as I take my first swipe across her clit.

  “Jack, oh god, Jack,” she moans.

  She tastes like heaven, and I’m more turned on than I ever have been.

  “Oh my god, oh my god!” Alex whimpers.

  I roll my tongue, circling her clit, and her back arches, pushing it further into my mouth. I keep up the assault until her body goes rigid and she screams, “Jack!”

  Her orgasm lifts her right off the bed, and I don’t stop until she pushes my head away. She mumbles, “Best orgasm ever,” and I’m thrilled to be the one that can do that for her.

  I lie down beside her and take her in my arms, pulling her close to me. This chick’s something else. And she comes crazy good. She’s so free with her body, and I don’t know of any real hang-ups she might have. She gives her body so freely, and I really love that about fucking Alex. Fucking Alex is amazing.

  “You are the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time,” I whisper into her neck, nuzzling her close. I feel her go limp in my arms, relaxing completely.

  “You are,” Alex nips at my neck. “You are the best thing for me.”

  Lizzy was so damn shy when we made love. She wouldn’t let me tongue her. She said she didn’t like it, but I suspect it embarrassed her somehow. Honestly, she didn’t show off her beauty, and I think she didn’t really know what she was doing. She tried, poor thing. She did try.

  With Alex, it’s no holds barred. She’s comfortable in her own skin and loves to fuck. That’s just a phenomenal change for me, and I love everything about fucking her.

  “Hey, Alex?” I whisper in her ear

  “Yeah, Jack? What's up” she says, dropping a kiss on my shoulder.

  “Well, I was wondering. Well…just wondered if there was anything that was a no-go for you? You know what I mean?” I ask, praying she says no, that there are no restrictions on this sex fun we’ve been having.

  “Hmm, let me think. I love it all, stud,” she says playfully. “I can’t think of anything you’d want to do that I’d say no to. Maybe a cat of nine tails would be over my limit. But I love to play. I love it all, dude.” She giggles a warm, guttural sound that comes straight from her belly and warms my very soul.

  Damn! Meeting Alex is like I hit the jackpot. Jack with his own sweet fuckgirl, hell yeah. Anyway, she’s more than a fuckgirl, right?

  She’s my kind of girl. The differences between us mean nothing at all.

  She’s punk rock, and I’m rock and roll.

  She’s all out there, wild, and I’m held closer to the vest.

  She’s the drums, and I’m the bassline.

  “Even….hmm…back door?” One more time I whisper in her ear, challenging her just a bit.

  “Sure, why not? If you know what your doin dude, if...”

  “I’ll have to show you sometime. Yep, I’ll have to show you that I know what I’m doing.”

  “Oh, I believe you, babe,” Alex whispers as she caresses my chest. “You are my sex god.”

  I grab her and throw her back on the bed and slam right into her. I fuck her hard right
there, pounding straight into her, our hips clashing each time I thrust inside. We come together, yelling out each other’s names. I hear Alex scream, “Jack!” as I grunt out her name, “Alex.” Whew, what an amazing time.

  This is my kind of heaven.

  I feel like a sex god, that’s for sure. And Alex is my sex queen.

  Damn straight, it feels right for a goddamn change.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jack

  The next morning I dip out of Alex’s joint. I slept like a rock and feel refreshed and ready to tackle my day. She can sleep in, but I want to go home to get ready for work. I have my appointment with Derek this morning. This could be the huge break I need to change everything in my life.

  As I come up to my car, I discover Tom has washed all my windows as suspected. I hope he found a place to stay last night. I shove his image away. I need to focus on my meeting.

  I get home and jump in the shower. Suit or no suit? I don’t know what to expect, but I decide to go with who I am and throw on some jeans and a cotton button-down shirt. It has thin stripes running down a dark background. I shave and then look in the mirror to comb my hair. I like who I see, and I smile.

  I’m so excited to get there. I want to find out if this is my new future. A week ago I didn’t even know I was quitting that f-ing job. Now, I might have a whole new career with one meeting ahead of me. What do they say? It's not about what you know but who you know? Dreams can come true.

  I drive over to the office building where Derek’s youth organization is housed. I walk into a cool as fuck place, and relief courses through me that I opted for jeans. There are games dotted around the building like a pin ball machine and tons of video games. I see a ping pong table and some teenagers playing pool. There’s a coffee bar over to my left. So far, this place is amazing, and I feel my excitement grow.