Rush

Chapter 2

I was on the verge of climaxing when Genine's loud moans while she masturbated almost made me deaf. What really annoyed me was her occasional screams in between; she almost sounded like a banshee being exorcized.

I ejaculated my semen onto the laptop screen just the way she liked. Thankfully, Genine orgasmed. Now I won't have to listen to her awful screams anymore.

"No, Genine! Don't move away from the camera, and don't put your panties back on yet. Keep your vagina in front of the camera while I wipe this off the screen."

I pulled out a few tissues and wiped the semen off the screen while she flashed her vagina on the cam. Then, I gestured for her to put her panties back on.

Genine Jones is also an engineer at my company. She has a libido the size of Texas. She disgusts me tremendously, but sometimes, cam sex can bring a lot of relief from stress. She is also not that competent in her job. I had to help her a few times because my manager asked me to. After that, she began stripping in front of the cam during our Zoom meetings. I understood what she wanted. I still hate that she doesn't shave down there much. Sometimes, the sight of her overgrown pubic hair makes me want to spit at the screen.

She sat cross-legged on her bed, looking at me with a dumb expression. "Matt, why don't you ever come to visit me? I live just a few miles from where you live. You also never invite me. One day I am gonna come over to your place and surprise you, my cute little kuchi kuchi."

I smiled and replied, "If I hear one more word from your mouth, I am gonna go to your house and fuck you with a knife, you slut."

Genine smiled back and said, "I miss you too! I don't date guys where I work, but for you, I might make an exception."

That silly look in her eyes made my blood boil in anger. I wondered how I would have reacted if she were standing before me at that moment. Just then, the doorbell rang. I quickly cleaned up, adjusted my clothing, and rushed to answer it, anticipating the special delivery I had been waiting for.

I opened the door and snatched the package from the poor-looking delivery boy, hastily slamming the door shut. There was a faint sound, possibly the delivery boy expressing pain. The door must have hit him. Well, he shouldn't have tried peering into my luxurious apartment.

I eagerly tore open the wrapping to reveal the magnificent limited edition Audemars Piguet watch. I had ordered it from Switzerland.

Amidst my moment of joy, I noticed some background noise. It disrupted my special moment with my new watch until I realized I had forgotten to end the Zoom call with Genine. Her shouting filled the room.

"MATT!! KUCHI KOOO !! WHERE ARE YOU?!!"

I hurried to close the laptop, shutting her annoying voice abruptly. I exhaled with relief, briefly entertaining the thought of strangling her.

Returning to my prized possession, I commanded Alexa to play a soothing song from my playlist, settling on 'Take My Breath Away' by Berlin. Closing my eyes, I immersed myself in the melody, imagining my colleagues' reactions to my new watch. A smile crept across my face.

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I ran with a smile on my face to meet Troy at Jill's bar around ten. I wouldn't have felt offended if you told me I was acting silly or that I resembled one of the characters from The Sound of Music, because I was feeling ecstatic. I wanted to tell him about my new watch, but when I got there, I noticed something glowing on his wrist.

"Hey Matt, relax little buddy. You look like you were being chased by a T-rex."

Darryl Pears, another colleague, snickered. I saw the same glow on his wrist as well. It seemed like a-

"Smartwatch, Killman. Nice, isn't it?" Troy asked.

He continued, "These aren't even out in the market yet! I know someone in Apple R&D who hooked us up with these early-stage prototypes. We didn't even have to pay retail for them."

Lyman, who also had a smartwatch on, looked at me and said, “Troy has some serious fucking connections, man!”

Troy smiled and shrugged. Darryl turned to me and said, “Troy can hook you up with one of these too, if you want.”

I was almost on the verge of tears. I felt like snatching the glass of martini from Darryl's hand and breaking it on his face, but I somehow controlled myself.

"You guys gave up on analogs, I see," I said to them, trying my best to smile.

"Analogs are fucking passé, dude. They're old news-dinosaurs. It's all about smart these days. If you don't adapt, you stay behind," Troy said, sipping his martini.

I slowly put my hand in my jeans pocket, trying to hide my watch.

"Guys, I have to go take a piss. I'll be back in a few minutes," I told them and walked toward the men's room on the other side of the bar.

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Inside the dimly lit restroom, I leaned against the cold sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I splashed some water on my face, hoping to cool down the frustration burning inside me. "It's just a goddamn watch," I muttered to myself. "Get a grip." But it wasn't just about the watch. It was about being left behind, about feeling irrelevant.

When I stepped out of the restroom, I noticed a woman leaning against the wall next to the ladies' room. She was smoking a cigarette, her eyes heavy with boredom or perhaps something deeper. Our eyes met, and for a brief moment, something unspoken passed between us. Maybe it was my frustration, maybe it was the way she exhaled the smoke with a kind of practiced indifference.

I walked over and tried to come up with one of those genuine-looking smiles. "Got a light?" I asked, even though I didn't have a cigarette.

She raised an eyebrow but handed me her lighter anyway. "Rough night?" she asked.

"You could say that," I replied, leaning against the wall beside her. There was a tension in the air, a charged silence. I looked at her, and she looked back, and in that instant, nothing else seemed to matter.

Without a word, I went with her back into the men's room. It was empty. The door clicked shut behind us, and I pressed her against the sink where I'd been standing moments before.

The sex was quick. I fucked her from behind because I can't stand girls looking at me straight in the eye, moaning and making faces. It's cringe and disgusting. I did it because I was driven by need rather than desire.

Afterwards, as she smoothed her skirt and I zipped up my pants, she rummaged through her handbag. Something slipped out and clattered to the floor. I looked down to see a sleek, modern smartwatch.

She picked it up, chuckling as she held it up for me to see. "These things are amazing," she said, glancing at my wrist. "I see you're still rocking the old-school look. Analog watches are so passé. Smartwatches are the future."

What?! How dare she? My jaw tightened, and a hot surge of anger flared up inside me. I glared at her, feeling the sting of her casual dismissal of something that, to me, symbolized much more than just time.

I pulled the gloves from my pocket and put them on while she scrolled through something on her phone. I slowly walked over to the door and fixed the latch so that no one could get in.

Her back was turned towards me, so she didn't notice when I grabbed her hair. I held it tightly and smashed her face against the wall so fast that she didn't even have time to react. I kept hitting her face against the wall a few more times until it was unrecognizable. Her eyeballs popped out of their sockets, her nose was broken, and blood and probably brain matter oozed from the cracks in her forehead.

I quickly took a small plastic bag from my other pocket. My eyes brightened with excitement, and my heart was beating fast as I put some of her brain matter in the bag and sealed it. I quickly put it back in my pocket.

I took her smartwatch from her bag and shoved it in her mouth.

"Analog watches are so passé, right?" I laughed aloud.

To be continued..