"Mmm, you feel so good, Derek," my latest fling moaned in my ear as I slid in and out of her with ease. Julia, who was now bent over my desk with my hand around her throat, used to be my high school fuck buddy. Honestly, she wasn't a bad fuck at all. I mean, I guess, since we were mutual friends, it became a routine, almost. She knew my body; I knew hers, so what used to turn us on was just normal now. I caught her on the way out of a club my family owned, and the way she was that night, I couldn't not fuck her. Plus, I needed a distraction from the current predicament that I was in, my ex-wife couldn't keep her hands off my money, and now she was trying to take 35% of my.
As if I couldn't get enough, I was supposed to partner with a woman who's well known globally. I specialized in food and entertainment businesses, including strip clubs, casinos, and restaurants. She owned most of the manufacturing companies that were in the US, parts of Europe, and Australia. Thinking about it now, and how bad Julia kept screaming in my ear. Society and all those porn videos really had some influence on her. Mid thrust, I stopped getting from on top of her, my johnson slowly started losing the blood that was pumping through it, not too long ago.
"What the fuck?" Julia said panting. "Look, sorry for wasting your time, but it's gonna take me longer than I would like to cum, you're just not that much of a turn on." Julia looked at me with a serious look on her face, like she was about to cuss me the fuck out. I stood and waited, but then she burst out laughing, "You just can't get your dick up how you used to, old man one too many, huh?" I threw the towel I was using to wipe my sweat at her, and she dodged effortlessly. "Ew much?" she said, still chuckling.
"But seriously, Derek, you have to get that check that checked out, mess with one of the wrong ones, and that dick of yours might just not work at all and start malfunctioning in ways you don't want." As soon as she finished, she started laughing again. "Shut the hell up, Julia. I know what I'm doing, and I'm not settling down with anyone anytime soon. "Eh, goodbye, Derek Jr., it is." I don't know if it was what she was saying might have some truth or if it was just her annoying the hell out of me, but I just ignored her banters, slipped some briefs on, and went to the kitchen. Julia was the last person on Earth I'd want to talk about my sex life with. We fucked and only fucked.
As I was making myself a midnight smoothie, I heard the shower start to run. By the time I started blending through the sound of the blender, I heard Julia's presence and chose to ignore her. "I'm headed out!" she yelled again. I heard her but chose to ignore her once again. Taking a sip of my smoothie, I sighed heavily, thinking about everything. The divorce, the lawsuit with my wife, and my unnecessary need to continue having sex. "Fuck" I cursed silently. Suddenly, I heard drizzles of rain, and it became a full-on shower. "Just what I needed," I said aloud, taking in the emptiness of my home and accepting the harsh reality I was currently in.
"Fuck this," I couldn't handle all this depressing, lonely crap anymore. I grabbed my phone and decided to tell my two best friends our night out was long overdue. Times were way different, and although I still had the same old player ways I had when I was young, my best friends Jackson and Louis were busy.
Whether it was overseas or in the US, we always kept a packed schedule so that we couldn't hang out with each other anymore.
I took a shower and decided to wear something a little flashy. A simple black button-up, some black khakis, and a pair of black dress shoes. My silver Rolex and a simple silver chain with my signature rings, these were what I always wore out. The rings were a gift from my great-grandmother before she passed away. My family didn't really have the best relationship with each other, and most times, I was caught in the crossfire. My great-grandmother, however, always tried to make sure I was nothing like them. The whole world is a witness to how that went, and I wanted to honor her wishes, but when she died, it made me stop caring.
"Let's see how this goes," I said to myself.