Jim - Ten

Jim

            I didn’t care that someone was shaking me or whispering viciously, or that I didn’t know where I was or how I got there. I just wanted to sleep

“Goddamn it! Listen osioł, if you get out of here now you won’t have to pay me!” That time the angry hiss was accompanied by a smack to my face with what felt like a pillow. When I waited more than a second to respond, the voice cursed in whatever language it was and yanked my blanket off.

That made me mad. I sat up angrily. “S**t, Abrahamson!” I could only assume it was Hersch, even though I wasn’t exactly sure why I was supposed to pay him. Who else would be yelling at me in Polish? “Would it be too much to ask for one more goddamn min…?” I stopped short when I realized I was looking at the girl who had wrapped her lips around my dick.

I looked down and tried not to seem as embarrassed as I was. Had I actually passed out? “Oh, sorry, um… Becky. I thought…”

“What did you just call me?” It took me another second to realize how alarmed she looked.

“What? Nothing, I thought you were… never mind. Hey did I…?”

“Fall asleep in the middle of it? Yes.” She turned away from me peeked out the door.

“Oh,” I muttered, trying not to blush like an idiot. “Sorr…”

“Happens all the time,” she said hurriedly. I somehow doubted that was true. She was down on all fours, looking for something on the floor. I tilted my head to get a better look at her a*s.

“Well, sorry. How long was I aslee…”

“Too long,” she snapped. I was starting to get the feeling she had done this before.

“Do you know what time it…?” This time I got hit in the head with my own shoe, which she had found under the vanity.

“Too late. Put your pants on. You have to get out of here.” She stood up and pulled her robe shut.

When it dawned on me that I was still naked from the waist down (and still pretty goddamn stiff) I scrambled to do as she said. I was now aware of the fact that I felt like hell. My head was pounding from the hangover and the fact that I had smashed it into the headboard. There were scratches from her nails down my chest and the flesh on the inside of my cheeks felt like it had been shredded by the claws of a large cat. “Wait, why?” I managed to say in my rush, tucking in my shirt. I was kind of hoping she would give me another chance.

“Because if Paul catches me in here without a customer I’ll get fired, and I’m not going out on the streets because of someone who couldn’t even stay awake for the whole thing!”

“Hey!” I was surprised by how much that stung. “Becky, wait,” I stood up, “why don’t we just try it again? I promise I’ll…”

“No,” she said bluntly. “Now it is time for you to leave.” She pushed me towards the door.

“Hey, hey!” I pushed back, not moving an inch. “Just wait a minute.” I didn’t want to leave her. Maybe it was because she was the first girl to ever suck my dick, but I didn’t want this to be the last time I saw her. “Can I…” I didn’t really know what to say, so I brushed a lock of hair out of her face in what I hoped seemed like a romantic gesture, “… see you again.”

She smiled a tiny smile and for one second, it looked like she didn’t want me to leave either. “Oh James,” she sighed. “You want to know when you can see me again?” I smiled like an idiot and nodded. She leaned in close. “You can see me again. You can see me again when you have the money to make you worth the time, that is when you can see me again!”

She slapped my hand away from her face and turned away. I felt my face fall, but I couldn’t let her see it. I couldn’t let her know the disappointment that was sinking into my stomach.

“Forget it,” I said harshly, turning towards the door. I grabbed my bag, which I had dropped in the doorway. “There are plenty of cheaper w****s than you.”

She moved so fast that I didn’t know what had happened until she was on top of me on the ground, her hand clasped around my throat. “Say that to my face, b*****d,” she hissed. I couldn’t say anything, even if I wanted to. She had me in her grip so tight I couldn’t breathe.

When all I did was sputter pathetically, she got off of me and watched as I scrambled to my feet. “Get the hell out of my room,” she said darkly. This time I couldn’t move fast enough. “And button your goddamn pants!” she added as the door swung shut behind me.

I was too stunned to think, but my feet just kept going. I kept walking and walking until I ran into a wall.

“Jim!” I looked up to see that I had actually run into Erich, who was coming around the corner with the other guys. “Where’ve you been arschloch?”

“Yeah, we figured you were still wandering the streets,” Gabe said.

“Or blown to pieces,” Hersch added with a laugh.

I swallowed hard. What had just happened was so unexplainable. As much as wanted to rub my new experience in their faces, I knew I couldn’t.

“Yeah,” I grumbled. My own voice sounded like a pathetic squeak in my head. “I’m fine.”

“Great,” Erich muttered, clapping me on the back with force that knocked me forward. “Let’s get the hell out of here then.”

I followed them up the stairs. Halfway up, Hersch leaned over to me and whispered, “hey kolega, button your pants.”

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A action filled chapter. I like the conversation between the girl and Jim. I l like the flow of this story. Adding history and create a feel of real life to the story. A very nice ending to a excellent chapter.
Coyote