Striptease

Sleep

[Everleigh]

You know how most people have dreams about the crazy shit they did in the day before or maybe the embarrassing things they shouldn't have said to that one person they liked and how they knew they were going to play over that scene again and again until the end of time itself?

Well, that was sort of what my brain ended up doing except it was right after Charlie gave me one of the best orgasms I've ever had before and when I tried to, ya know, give him one of my own, you know what he did?

The fucking son-of-a-bitch actually rejected the silent offer for me to give him a blowjob as a thank you gesture for him doing such an intimate yet pleasurable act on my body and you want to know what happened after my face turned crimson red and I wanted the Earth to open up and swallow me whole so I'd just die a quick albeit painful death?

Oh, no.

The world wasn't going to let me off the hook that easily.

I'd have to fight and claw and kick my way to the surface if I even had a slim, living chance at surviving this hellish world that was only lifting some of the burden off my shoulders when I met Charlie Wylder.

How is it that somebody like him, someone as intelligent and brilliantly clever, someone who was also devilishly handsome but saw no means to bragging about it, would ever want somebody like me?

He could have any woman he ever desired and yet, he was settling for simply getting to know me, for acquainting himself with the familiarity of my life like he had known me forever.

Truth be told, that was exactly how I felt about him as well.

He was as familiar as an old favorite song to me, and to continue my favorite Taylor Swift quotes because I am a true diehard Swiftie even though I obviously don't look like it, I didn't want to learn that missing him was blue like I'd never had known.

But loving him could burn red like I always dreamed it would.

But back to the point at hand, I was so utterly embarrassed by his rejection that once I had whipped up a dinner for the two of us, a simple yet reinvented meal course that consisted of crispy pan fried chicken, sauteed mushrooms and onions and some fresh oven baked biscuit rolls that, I'll admit this one time, I ended up buying instead of cranking out the work by hand earlier so they'd be homemade.

But, in my defense, I was in a rush and they were discounted so basically, they would've gone bad and we would've been out of rolls for dinner so it was pretty much just hittin' two birds with one stone.

Or would the saying go more like, "killing two birds with one stone"?

I'm not completely sure, my mother never really bothered using such analogies to explain life, she was too hooked on drugs to block out her own existence that she ended up shutting out mine as well.

As for my father…Fuck if I know where he is, let alone who he is.

And I didn't even care anymore.

They could both rot in Hell because that's exactly where they were going instead of visiting those pearly white gates when they died.

And after an embarrassingly quiet dinner, I thought about simply just apologizing to Charlie and telling him that I should head back to my place.

That it was getting late and I'd see him soon when I did start my first day on the job, wherever the job would even be, that is since we hadn't worked out the specific details yet.

Well, it was kind of hard to work out the details when he was face deep in my pussy only minutes ago.

But instead, Charlie just shook his head no and told me that I'd be staying for the full rest of the night like we had originally planned for without me even having to say anything in the first place.