Christopher
"Goodbye, sir!"
That is the second time I heard that, and it still does not make sense to me.
"Sir!" Rita said again, but it sounded more like yelling.
I lifted my left hand from my table to check the time from my Graff Diamond's Hallucination wristwatch.
"It's 3:15 pm," I asked, surprised she was leaving that early.
"It is Friday, sir," Rita responded with a frown boldly engraved on her face. She has to remind me all the time.
"Oh! It's Friday!"
I hate Fridays. It reminds me of how miserable my life is outside work. I will have to endure the horrible weekend again until I resume living on Monday morning.
"I'm leaving, sir," The tiny voice echoes continuously in my ears.
I wonder why she still works with me if she hates me so much already. I don't blame her. I would hate myself if I were in her shoes. This is the hundred and one times I would be ignoring her. And sometimes, it is intentional.
"And what did we say about knocking, Rita?" I stared directly into her big eyeballs.
"I did, sir. I came in after knocking several times with no response."
I bet she did. I must have been engrossed in what I was doing that I did not hear her knock. With me, however, that is not enough justification. I wouldn't say I like an intrusion, and she knows that. I don't particularly appreciate seeing her around, either.
Rita is a lovely girl and a diligent secretary. Left to me, she would not be working with me but for business purposes.
She has been a lot of help since my assistant employed her. He had to relieve himself of so much burden I put on him. But his reason for hiring a female secretary was purely economic.
Every man loves a round, curvy, robust, fair, beautiful lady except me. I don't like women. I have never been attracted to them. No man would after meeting my mother.
Dr. Martins suffered greatly at the hands of my mother. It seemed like an endless battle until frustration set in and robbed him of his life. He does not deserve that. So does any man.
"Sir," I heard the tiny voice again.
I just did it again. Rita has been standing by the door waiting for me to approve her leaving.
"You can leave" I tried to hide my guilt from reflecting in my tone.
"Thank you, sir," she said with a smile.
I did not see her face, but I'm very sure she smiled. She does that all the time. I don't know if she was trained to smile always or if it is just her person to smile even in distress.
My heart skipped a second when she slammed the door. Something has to take in her aggression, and this time it was the door.
Other guys at the company treat her well. Sometimes I hear her laughter from my office. She must be so uncomfortable around me. But guess what? I don't care.
For now, I just want to enjoy the remaining hours of my good days. As usual, it is going to be a long, horrible weekend. Unless something incredible happens, and it hasn't in thirteen years.
I got home late as usual, but this Friday night, I was extremely tired. My assistant had prepared a warm bath for me before he left. As long as I have him in my life, I do not need a woman. Ever since his wife was delivered of a baby boy, I released him earlier than before. I am a workaholic, but he is sure not. With the towel wrapped around my waist and my hair dripping with water, I walked over to the center table in my room. My phone had been ringing before I entered the bathroom. I knew who it was, so I did not care to check. It is Friday night, and I should be out with the boys – men, actually. I would be, anyways. They were not calling because they wanted me there. I am a fun killer, so they say. I believe so too. They need me there. They need my money. Who would pay for all the expensive alcohol, the exclusive space at the five stars club, and the prostitutes they take home without feeling it in his account: no other person but me. I can not deny them that benefit. Even t
A special Friday NightI got to the club five minutes earlier. I was surprised. My friends are not waiting for me at the bar as usual. Was I too early? I called one of them – the closest to me to know their whereabouts. "What?" One has paid for the pass, and they are waiting for me in the club. First of its kind. He got a new car, and to celebrate it, the bills this Friday is on him. Not all the bills, though. A special Friday night, indeed! It made me smile. It has been a long time since I smiled outside my office. I was still smiling, waving my key as I walked to the exclusive room. That is when I saw her! She's got long black hair almost reaching her waist. She was wearing the smallest pair of cut jeans short, a white shirt, a cowboy hat, and brown leather boots. The most beautiful woman I have ever met or maybe noticed. She is not really dancing yet, but I knew she was a stripper. We have them around every Friday night. One of the things we get for paying for the VIP ro
My First TimeAs I stood at the door waiting to be let in, several thoughts crossed my mind. I knew what I was doing. I knew it was my cue to leave the club, but I did not. I have never felt this way before. I have never gone after a woman before. I turned back to leave but realized the number of eyes on me. "What the hell is wrong with these men," I thought. I should go in there and have a conversation with the girl. A couple of dollars would do. It will put these men off my back, and I'm sure my friends would change their minds about my impotence.The door opened, and a bouncer let me in. I quickly scan through the room. There is a bed, not large but big enough for people to get smashed. The girl is on the edge of the bed. She lay down flat on the bed, with her legs facing me; she lifted both her legs high up in the air and opened them slowly as wide as they could go. Her hands held her thighs open. She put her feet flat on the bed, so now her knees were bent, but her legs were st
The Stripper is a Whore! We are finally home. I led her straight to my room. My workers, who are still awake, are staring in shock. I could hear the whispers of their gossip as I walked the stairs. For a moment, panic set in. I had not really meant it when I said we could come to mine. Christ, and now we are here. My heart reeled. Should I let her in? Of course! Hurry up! My mind screamed. I guess the alcohol had dulled my senses more than I had imagined as my fingers fumbled with the lock. The door opened, a cold front of outside air pushed in, and we went silently went in along with it. I stood dumbfounded against the wall as she quickly turned the lock, still cocooned in the arms of a slight stupor. I had too much at a time, trying to distract myself from the stripper who was now in my bedroom. This was crazy. She stood still in the shadows without a word, but I loomed over her. I couldn't make out her face except where the light etched along her mouth. It was the most seduct
I did not wake up to the chirps of birds as usual. It is Saturday morning and judging by the atmosphere, I slept past my workout time. Events from yesterday night crossed my mind and I remember immediately that I have a stranger in my room. I looked beside me but she was gone. Nothing of hers remains in the room. I found a note on the table at the center of the room. "This is the worst night of my life. I hope it wasn't for you Mr one minute. I got my pay too." Shit! I did sleep off of her yesterday. But it was not a bad first time for me. She was right about that. How dare she call me a one minute man. I've heard people talk about that phrase and I bet I know what that is. How could she qualify me like that? I was not sure I spent a minute thrusting. She must have left immediately. I checked my wallet and it was as if nothing came out of it. I don't know how much her pay is but knowing she didn't take the whole money surprised me. My stomach make horrible sounds. I am hun
ChristopherThe weekend seems short. Maybe because I could not get my mind off the event on Friday night. For years, I had lived every day the same way until last weekend. And now the event's effect on my life is, I don't know, disastrous I guess. There are things I ought to have attended to during the weekend that I didn't because my thoughts were hijacked. Now my phone won't stop ringing because an investor is giving my assistant a hard time. I sent him ahead to avoid his complaints. Where is my billionaire watch? I have checked my watch storage cases and it is nowhere to be found. It's not my most expensive watch but definitely my favourite. I love Mondays, so I reserve my best for the day. Shit! I used it on Friday. Did it fall off my wrist? Impossible! I quickly run through Friday again and then it hits me. The stripper! I was wondering if she took enough money when she said she has paid herself. I never knew she took my watch. I should probably just let it slide. I would ge
KateMonday morning sleep hits different. Jobless people like myself would scream yes. Well, I have a job. For me it is not about what I do but what gives me money. Let me rephrase that. I do not mind being a stripper so far it pays my bills and you know, meet my needs. "Finally awake" Bev grumbles as she comes out of our small kitchen in the cubicle we call room. We have been staying in that apartment for years, since I got to know Bev actually. We were broke and we could not afford a better house. We are still broke but we can afford a better place now. Bev runs a small boutique not far from the apartment and I get tips every night. Yeah, I work every night except for one day. It's my best day ever. That's an irony. Not that It never occurred to us to get another apartment but it is of no use. If things work out with Bev and her lover, she would move in with him and I would be left to pay the house bills. Too much expenses. Bev keeps hitting her legs or hands on everything in th
Christopher Kate? Who is Kate? I can't seem to get that name out of my mind. Who is she and why did she call? How did she get my contact? While I settle the miscommunication issue with our investor, my thoughts were clouded by these questions. I needed an escape from thinking about the stripper I met on Friday but this is not what I had pictured. Another woman? Is this the time Darren has been talking about? Where women will forcefully find their way into my life? The time I would have no choice but to welcome them? It can't be. I hate women and nothing is going to change that. Not even the sexy stripper I can't stop thinking about. To be logical, I wasn't even thinking about her. I have been thinking about how she made me feel. I'm a man and I have cleared that doubt, thanks to her. But I want more. I want that sensual movement in my hormones again. I miss it already. It's different. It's like heaven. It's sweeter than working on documents. I love potatoes, but the feeling is inco