Physical Damage (discontinued)

chapter 4- Strip For Me...

LOOK ITS PAUL ------------------->

only paul has red eyes :P

Chapter 4

At six on the dot Mitch came in and woke me up using a five foot rod to poke me awake. I didn’t mean to hit him last time, come on it was only one time, I didn’t mean it… I just had a bad hang over… and maybe I am sort of not a morning person. Actually I’m not a, any-time-of-day person, so that doesn’t make it my fault right? 

Well whatever, I followed Mitch in to the kitchen to grab my dinner while still rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Mmm slightly burnt spaghetti, hey I never said that Mitch could cook, he may be a brain surgeon but he can’t cook to save his sorry ass. Normally I cook but when Mitch comes home he likes to try and ‘tame the kitchen’ his words no mine, but sadly it looks like the kitchen is taming him.

I finnish up my slightly burnt dinner and make my back way over to my room to get ready for work, I dress in my black jeans and slid on my black army boots. I slipped on my white wife beater shirt then I put on my leather jacket with an image of a fire red fox on the back, the clubs logo, the foxy fox, very creative, NOT!

When I finished it was only seven o’clock, I decided it would be best to head out might as well pay a little visit to Paul before my shift to take care of my little problem. 

“See ya later Mitch I’m going to head out.”

Mitch checks his digital watch, yeah Mitch can’t read analogue he said the lines and hand on the clock face confused him. “What now but its only seven I though you said you had to be there at eight?”

I sigh “Yeah sorry but I forgot about some business that needed to be taken care of before my shift, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

Mitch sighs and gives me his puppy pout “I suppose, bye Blaise”

“Bye Mitch, don’t wait up okay”

I walk out the door down the stairs to my sex on wheels, my baby, my Harley Davidson 2010 VRSCDX night rod special. Hmm I really have to find a name for my baby… what about slick. NO! That sounds like a forty year old pervert who’s still trying to relive his hay-days.  Kermit, nah too Muppet-ity, Ken, EW Barbie alert! Hmm… what’s a good name for my sex on wheels?  Mid- midnight- midnight red! MDR for short, it’s perfect! I dub thee midnight red! I stroke the side of MDR slowly before jumping on and starting her up. Hearing my baby purr is such a turn on. I sped over to the club reaching it in less than ten minutes, funny that I live closer to the club than my school, but I'm not complaining. I parked MDR around the back in the employee only space. I hopped off my motorbike and strutted over to the backdoor. Time to pay Paul a little visit I think.

I walked through the endless hallways and past the countless changing rooms until I found the one I want. I stop at a red and blue painted door with a wooden block nailed on it painted gold with the name ‘Paul’ carved onto it.  Finally, I reached the physio’s door. Paul though it to right to paint his door the colour of my eyes and hair, when he painted it he said ‘every time you see your reflection you think of me’, see he’s crazy. Why am I coming to see him if I think he’s crazy, well the answer is simple, Paul here is my one-night-stand. I raised my fist and pounded on the red and blue door.

“What do you want!” a deep irritated voice called out from behind the door.

I lent against the door frame and replied in a suggestive, playful toned voice. “Forget me already, did you Paul? And here I am thinking that you love me” I know I shouldn’t encourage him but I need a lay before my shift and he is the easiest and fastest way to get it.