by Alexa Anna
I look into the break room, but she’s not there. I look down the hall, and there she is, towards the elevator.
She beckons me over.
“What’s going on?” I say. “I thought you wanted to talk in the break room.”
Tasha nods curtly. “You’re fired,” she says briskly.
“What?” I say.
“There’s the elevator,” she says. “Use it. Your check will be in the mail.”
“But I don’t understand?” I say. “What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss that,” she says, reaching out and savagely grabbing my work papers from me, basically tearing them away from my grasp. She pulls so hard that I drop my own purse, the contents of which go spilling out all over the floor.
Tasha looks down and them and wrinkles her nose as if she smells something very bad. “You should be more careful with your possessions,” she says, turning on her heels and marching away. As she does so, she gives one of my lipsticks a savage kick and it goes flying into the opposite wall.
With tears in my eyes, I try to gather up my belongings. I take the elevator with my heart beating crazily in my chest.
What the fuck just happened? That’s all I can think of over and over again. I walk down the crowded street in the wrong direction, not knowing what the hell just happened.
Someone bumps into me and I drop my purse again.
I burst into tears now—I mean, sure, I already had some tears. But now I really start crying if you know what I mean, and I just stand in the middle of this surge of horrible people bustling all around me. All of them just care about themselves. That’s all everyone here thinks about or cares about—just themselves. Everyone else to them is just dog food or worse.
I guess the city is just too much for me. The company I thought was giving me my dream job for my hard work, well, it turned out they just spit me out for no reason I can understand. The whole city is just chewing me and it’s getting ready to spit me out. I can feel it.
I can’t live in Colton’s apartment forever without money. I need to earn money for my dad’s funeral or my mom’s going to be stuck in debt…
This isn’t good.
What the hell am I going to do?
I duck down an alley and sit down with my back against one of these horrible tall stone buildings. It feels like the buildings suck the souls of everyone here. A dumpster is to my right and it reeks of something truly awful, a sulfurous stench that I now realize I’ve smelled in this entire city and never realized it. The whole city is infected with something terrible, something like a spiritual stench that gets into everyone sooner or later.
Everyone except Colton…
He’s different.
So is Zach.
I take out my phone and call Colton, since I know he’s more likely to have his phone on than Zach, who’s not quite as responsible with keeping the battery charged and all that.
Colton
“Well,” I say, hanging up the phone. “Aly’s coming back home. She got fired.”
“Shit,” says Zach, a huge grin spreading across his face. “That’s fucking terrible, man.”
“Don’t look so pleased when you say it,” I say.
“But we’re going to be here for a little while…” says Zach. “It’s just… It’s just I can’t wait to see her again.”
“To tell you the truth,” I say. “I can’t either. I miss her.”
“Me too,” says Zach. “And not just the sex… although that’s obviously great.”
“I’m surprised at you,” I say. “You’re developing feelings for her, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” says Zach sheepishly. “I thought we talked about this before though?”
I nod my head. “I miss her too,” I say, again.
“Where’s she going to stay?”
“I guess with her mom,” I say.
“Then how are we going to, you know, manage to have sex?”
“We’ll figure something out,” I say. “We can’t do it here or at her mom’s house, obviously.”
“No shit,” says Zach.
We’re in my childhood bedroom, each of us on our respective twin beds, shirtless, just relaxing in our boxers. We’re basically hiding out from my parents.
“I thought you were worried about your mom,” says Zach, suddenly. “You thought she’d lost her mind or something?”
“Yeah,” I say, lowering my voice. “I mean, she’s always been like this though. She may be a little bonkers, but not in any serious way. I mean, you saw those punks. They were real. She’s not imagining things apparently.”
“You think those punks will try to bother your dad again?” says Zach. “Or did we scare them off enough?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Depends on how serious they are. If they’re really part of some gang that’s invaded the town, then I can’t imagine them leaving that easily. On the other hand, I haven’t seen any evidence of them around town.”
“True,” says Zach. “There’s really no sign of them. We’ve been practically everywhere in this two horse town and I haven’t seen where they could be hiding out… they’re not at the bar, or the library.”
“You really expect them to be at the library, studying up on methamphetamine manufacture or something?” I say.
Zach laughs.
There’s a knock on the door.
“Supper’s ready,” says my mom.
“We’ll be right there,” I say, realizing suddenly that I’m starving.
Zach and I throw our shirts on and pull ourselves into our jeans and head downstairs where my mom has a pot roast ready. She’s always been a hell of a good cook, whatever her other faults are. Without her, I probably never would have grown big enough to play football.
My dad grunts a greeting at us, not looking up from his paper as we sit down to eat, huge piles of steaming food in front of us.
“How’s the hardware store going, Dad?” I say.
My mom gives me a warning look.
What the hell? I’m not mentioning anything about the extortion racket. What’s wrong with just asking a simple question? It’s one thing that my dad doesn’t want to talk about it but it’s annoying that my mom doesn’t want me involved at all, yet at the same time she wants me to solve the problem, all without getting any recognition from my dad.
“It’s fine,” grunts my dad. “What do you care?”
“What do I care?” I say, starting to get angry. Here I am, home just so that I can help out.
“This is delicious,” pipes up Zach, his mouth full, apparently trying to tactfully change the subject.
“Look,” I say, tearing the paper away from my dad. “Look at me.”
My dad looks up at me and I suddenly see how tired his face looks. I feel bad instantly, regretting what I’m about to say already. He also looks angry, which makes me feel even madder.
“I’m only here to help you out with the hardware store,” I say. “And that’s why my friend Zach is here too.”
“You told them?” hisses my dad to my mom, who looks offended and worried. I’m worried she’s about to start crying. She nods and my dad turns back to me.
“I don’t need your help,” he says.
“Why not?” I say. “How else are you going to run the store? You can’t afford to pay them off with the business as it is. And you can’t close the business since you don’t have any retirement plan and for some idiotic reason, you don’t want to accept much of my money… just enough, but not enough to live on.”
“I don’t want your money,” says my dad.
“Why’s that?” I say.
“I don’t like your lifestyle,” growls my dad, his voice low and angry.
“My what?” I say.
“Always running around with a new girl every week or every day,” says my dad.
“Too true,” says Zach, chuckling, apparently not grasping the severity of the situation.
“I’ll have you know
I’ve been seeing the same girl for a while now,” I say.
It’s not quite a lie. I mean, Aly and I haven’t been going out very long. I’m not sure you’d call it really going out, though. It’s definitely some type of relationship. I have been seeing her more steadily than I have any other girl in the last few years, though, even if the relationship hasn’t gone on that long.
I kick Zach’s leg hard under the table so that he won’t mention anything stupid. Of course, I’m not going to mention to my parents that both I and Zach are “going out” with this very same girl at the very same time.
“Yeah?” says my dad, growling at me.
“Aly,” I say.
“Aly who’s dad just died? Aly who I asked you to take care of?”
“Yeah,” I say. “What’s wrong with that?”
My dad looks downright disgusted. He spits onto his plate, pushing it forward on the table. He stands up abruptly, almost accidentally knocking over his kitchen table chair.
“You’re just going to mess her up,” he says. “She’s too good for someone like you.”
What the fuck?
“You’re telling that to your own son?” I say. “What the hell’s wrong with me?”
My dad just stares at me with complete disgust.
“You can’t stop me from seeing her,” I say.
“I know what you do,” says my dad, slowly. “I know that you and this… friend… here,” he says the word slowly as he looks with disdain at Zach, “see these girls together. I hope you don’t get Aly involved in any of this.”
My mom looks confused. I sigh inwardly. Hopefully she has no idea what my dad’s talking about.
I kick Zach under the table again, just to make sure he’s going to keep his mouth shut about this.
“You can’t stop me from seeing her,” I say again. “She’s having a hard time and I’m helping her out, too.”
“You can’t see her while you stay here,” says my dad. “I can do that much. While you’re under my roof it’s my rules, no matter how old you are. You can’t bring her around here. I don’t want to see your mother heartbroken with what you’re going to do to this poor, good hearted girl.”
That’s it. I’ve had enough.
Wordlessly, I get up from the table and walk out of the room before my dad can.
“Oh,” says Zach, looking up at me. I’m already in the doorway, looking back at him expectantly. “I’m supposed to come too?”
He’s got his mouth full of pot roast, but I glare at him until he gets up from the table and jogs amicably after me.
“Thank you for the meal, Mr. and Mrs. Smith,” he says. “Delicious as always.”
My dad gives him a look that would make some people faint.
Zach follows me out the back door and into the yard. I walk over to the crumbling shed, next to some old discarded tires that are just rotting away, seeping back into the ground.
“That was crazy,” says Zach. “Is your family always like this?”
“He doesn’t have any right,” I say, ignoring Zach’s question. “To say I can’t see Aly.”
“To be fair,” says Zach. “He’s right about you corrupting her.”
“Shut up,” I say. “It’s your fault as much as it is mine.”
Zach flashes a grin at me. “Too true,” he says. “So what are you going to do?”
For some reason, I suddenly feel very thankful that Zach is here with me.
“You know,” I say. “It’s not every friend that would do this… come all the way to my home town and help me out with this…”
“Stop trying to butter me up,” says Zach, slapping me on the back.
“It just means a lot to me,” I say. “And before Aly, I don’t think I would have been able to admit that to you.”
“Thanks, bro,” says Zach, his tone more serious this time. “So what are we going to do about this whole thing? We can’t stop seeing Aly. But she’s going to be living here now, right, in this two horse town?”
“Try one horse town,” I say. “My opinion of this place is dropping by the minute.”
Zach nods appreciatively.
“I don’t know what to do,” I say. “I guess we’ve got to stay just to see what happens with my dad’s idiotic hardware store. You know I’ve always hated that place? But he won’t accept my football money and it’s the only thing keeping a roof over his head and my mom’s. I’m just going to have to see what goes on with this gang extortion stuff.”
Zach keeps looking me expectantly, and I know exactly what he’s about to say. “We can keep seeing Aly, though,” he says. “Just because your old man…”
“I know, I know,” I say, cutting him off. “We’ll just have to find a way to keep seeing her.”
“What if we toss the football around for a little while?” says Zach. “Clear our heads, right?”
“Good idea,” I say. “It’s been too long since my hands have even touched a piece of leather, let alone a football. I’ve got one of the old real ones around here somewhere. Should still be pumped up. None of that synthetic crap.”
Zach nods, and I fish around in the shed for a while before I find it in one of the boxes. I give it a light punch and a squeeze to see what shape’s it’s in. Should do all right.
I rush out of the darkened shed and take by Zach surprise by throwing the ball right at him in a wicked spiral.
Zach catches it like the pro that he is and returns it to me in a split second, with an extra hard throw, one of the tightest spirals I’ve ever seen.
After twenty minutes of running for one another’s passes, we’re both sweating and we take our shirts off, exposing our rippling, glistening muscles to the small town sun.
Zach
“She’s back,” whispers Colton to me.
We’re both lying in his childhood bedroom on our separate twin beds on either side of the room.
We’re both stripped down to just our boxers. The night is cool despite the heat of the day, but a muscular guy like me generates a lot of heat at night, no matter what the temperature is, and it always seems like I’m too hot for my surroundings.
“Nice!” I whisper excitedly, across the darkened room to Colton. “Let’s go see her!”
“We’ve got to sneak out,” whispers Colton.
I don’t know about Colton, and I can only speak for myself right now, but my cock is aching and rock hard at the thought of Aly coming to town. We’re going to see her! Let the fun begin again.
I’m glad I’m here with Colton to help him with this gang stuff and his dad’s hardware store, but honestly the days are starting to wear on me. There’s only so much time I can spend at his parents’ house. Most of all, I’m feeling sexually frustrated. You don’t go from a crazy threesome with a woman like Aly to having no sex at all—it’s simply painful for a virile guy like myself.
I get up out of bed as quietly as I can but my big body is heavy on the wooden floor boards and they squeak horribly.
“Shhh,” whispers Colton to me.
“I’m trying,” I say, forgetting to speak quietly for a moment.
“Shh!” whispers Colton to me, louder this time.
Great, I think to myself. We’re going to wake the whole house up and Colton’s crazy mom and dad aren’t going to let us hear the end of it ever.
Colton and I get dressed as quietly as we can. I happen to catch a glimpse of Colton’s boxers as he’s getting changed and it turns out he’s just as excited as me about Aly coming to town—his cock is raging hard, creating a huge tent in his boxers.
“Come on,” whispers Colton. “We’ve got to go out the window.”
“The window?” I say. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
It’s a good thing we’re both athletic, because otherwise I don’t know how in the world we’d manage to climb out the window and down the tree that’s next to the bedroom window.
“I used to do this all the time,” whispers Colton.
“We’ve got to find a
nother place to stay,” I say. “I can’t be sneaking around like this. Plus, we need to find a place where we can stay with Aly and do whatever we want with her whenever we want.”
“We’ll see what we can do tomorrow,” says Colton, nodding at me.
We push the truck silently out of the driveway without cranking the engine. We push it down the road and finally Colton cranks the engine and we’re off.
“We’re picking her up at the train station,” says Colton. “We have her for the whole night, because she told her mom she’s getting home tomorrow.”
I laugh, a wild, cackling laugh full of excitement. “This is crazy,” I say. “All this sneaking around.”
“You don’t know how word gets around a small town,” I say.
“Well maybe we just shouldn’t care as much about what people think,” I say.
Colton nods thoughtfully. “Maybe you’re right.”
We find Aly sitting on the curb at the train station.
“Hey there, stranger,” I call out of the truck cab window. “Need a lift?”
Aly gives us the biggest and sexiest grin I’ve ever seen. She runs up to the truck, her breasts bouncing juicily. Her hair trails behind her in the slight night’s breeze. Her hips sway and her thighs look so fucking sexy in the tight jeans that she wears.
She tosses her bags into the back of the truck and gets into the cab, giggling wildly.
“I never thought I’d be so excited to fail out of New York City and come back home,” she says.
“I never thought I’d be so excited to be at home either,” says Colton.
“I never thought I’d be so excited,” I say, as Aly’s hand brushes against my raging hard cock.
“You are excited,” she says, emphasizing the word “are.”
“Good to see you,” I say, kissing her on the mouth. It becomes a long kiss, hot and heavy, and then she leans around me (I’m now in the middle of the cab) and kisses Colton, long and deep.
“Why don’t we switch positions?” I say, and Aly climbs over top of me to get in the middle. Her delicious ass pushes across my crotch, my hard cock threatening to pierce her through all the layers of clothes that separate us.
