Absolutely Unforgivable

chapter 7 – Girls, Girls, Girls

Jeromy kissed me on the forehead and then left for work while I began to think about the 4th of July. It was quickly approaching and I had an idea. I called Mindy and told her what I was thinking and she loved it. I really had only called her to tell her about it so that she could maybe help me find this perfect outfit, but she loved it so much so that she decided that all of the girls should do the same.

My idea was silly, really. I wanted to find a hot American flag themed outfit to wear for 4th of July. Mindy raced right over with Darla and Starla in tow, surprisingly they thought it was a good idea as well. We made our way to a store she knew about that had those kinds of clothes.

Every year the band played a special gig at a bar across town called Bimbo’s. It was really less of a bar and more of a triple wide trailer that had been converted into a makeshift drinking establishment that sat on a sprawling half acre. Each year they hosted a big 4th of July party in honor of the troops. It was an all day party that had smoked barbecue and a big stage set up outside where several bands played, leading up to the main attraction, which surprisingly weren’t the fireworks. When it came to Jessie’s Girl, the fireworks show played second fiddle.

The store they took me to was a high-end costume shop that had every kind of American flag outfit you could imagine. One of the great things about being in a big city is they had a shop for almost anything you could possibly want.

I walked around, struggling trying to figure out if I wanted to wear platform knee high boots or sparkly blue glitter pumps when Mindy called me over to her. She pointed out an American flag pleated mini skirt and handed it to me to try on. It was short -- very, very short -- and hung low on my hips and exposed all of my stomach. I loved it and it was exactly what I wanted.

Darla and Starla opted for some Texas flag themed short shorts. But to make all of our outfits coordinated, we all decided to wear a white shirt that tied in the front in a big bow. It reminded me a lot of my bartending uniform back in Oklahoma. I decided to go with the white, knee high go-go boots to match my top.

Mindy picked some little red glitter pumps that looked a lot like a slutty version of Dorothy's red slippers. Darla and Starla, however, had to one up the sexiness with pairs of stars and stripes garters, with attached red and white striped ties that worked their way down their leg like makeshift boots.

After our shopping trip, I invited the girls back to the house to lounge by the pool. I had assumed they had been to Billy’s house often but it turns out that wasn’t the case at all. Billy almost never had guests over; and if he did it was almost always just the boys in the band as they worked together in the studio. His big beautiful home wasn’t the constant party pad I had imagined.

The girls didn’t have their swimsuits with them but that wasn’t a problem. I had a ton of them. I ran upstairs and pulled out a few I thought they might like and we headed outside. We lounged by the pool we blared music and talked about random things.

Suddenly I found Starla glaring at me, moving her eyes up and down my body before finally saying, “You know you have a really hot body. You should show it off more.”

I wasn’t really sure what to say to that. Darla looked up at me after Starla spoke, “Yeah, I agree. You need to show your ass more,” then immediately glanced back down and went back to filing her nails.

Mindy burst out laughing and I soon joined in. Starla looked at us, trying to figure out what we found so funny, and said “What? I’m just saying. You could be really hot. I don’t see why you don’t flaunt it a little more.”

While I sat there trying to figure out how in the heck I was going to respond to that last comment, Mindy chimed in shyly. “Have you ever been to a ... you know ... men’s club?” She said that last part much quieter, looking around making sure nobody else was around to hear her.

I wasn’t quite sure what she was asking me. A men’s club? I had to think about that for a minute and as I did Darla looked up with her eyes but with her head still tilted down. “Duh, of course. Who hasn’t?” And then she went right back to smacking her gum and messing with her nails as if it were just some common thing that everyone did all of the time.

The way Mindy looked at me though, I knew it wasn’t. I was still trying to wrap my mind around what she was asking me when Darla spoke up again. “You know what I just hate?”

We all turned to look at her as she continued on her rant, “When you go to a titty bar with them and they get all sloppy drunk and for some reason think it’s sexy to do a lap dance for you. How f*cking stupid do they really have to be to think that is somehow arousing for a female? We have no penis for them to accidentally grope or rub up against. There is nothing sexual about them dancing like that, at least not for us. God, men are so stupid sometimes.”

Everyone laughed, including me. But then it hit me. They meant ... oh ... they were talking about a strip club. Mindy wanted to know if I had ever been to a strip club.

I blurted out. “Oh my! No! Eww! No. Never!”

Everyone jerked their head towards me in unison. There was a dead silence and then Starla asked, “Why not? What’s wrong with going to a strip club? It’s no different than going to a normal dance club, only at a strip club you don’t have gross men trying to grind all over you. Instead they are too busy ogling the girls on the stage.”

I guess I hadn’t thought about it like that before. But still, I wasn’t quite sure if I would be so comfortable going to a strip club. “Don’t they get naked in there?” I asked curiously.

Starla gave me a snarky and surprising response. “No, gross! I wouldn’t go someplace where some chick had her nasty vagina in my face. That’s just tacky.”

“Then what do they ... do, in there?” I really had no idea.

Mindy giggled and explained. The girls danced around on the stage topless or in very skimpy outfits. They never got all nude. And Houston, it turned out, was home to quite a few high class gentlemen’s clubs. And my new roommate was a VIP member at one called Rick’s Cabaret which he proudly told me about as he walked in on us while Mindy was explaining how it all worked to me. I was mortified that he walked in while we were talking about a strip club but he really didn’t seem to mind. He acted as if it were just everyday conversation.

“I know where we are going tonight,” Mindy said with a huge smirk on her face.

“Oh heck no,” I snapped back.

But Billy agreed with Mindy’s plan and that was that. Before I knew what was happening, we were on our way to Mindy’s house to find a dress for me to wear that they thought would look hot on me, insisting that nothing I had was sexy enough.

About an hour later I made it back home. They had put me in an off the shoulder red mini dress, that had long sleeves that worked their way out as bells at the end. The dress was tight and clung to every curve of my body. When I walked in the door Billy stood in front of me looking me up and down and then the corner of his lips curled up as he smiled and nodded in approval.

I looked up at him and realized he was standing there completely shirtless. His jeans hung low on his hips, secured tightly by his black leather belt, and the top of his Calvin Klein boxers were showing through. He was standing there with one hand in his pocket. God he was so sexy. With his other hand he ran his fingers through his mess of hair, which caused the muscles in his chest to flex. My eyes met with the v-shaped muscles below his stomach.

Holy hell. This guy is gorgeous. How is it possible for one man to be so hot? He scrunched his eyebrows, as he if was trying to think of something important. He shook his head like he had decided whatever it was he was thinking about didn’t need to be said, and then walked back to his bedroom to find a shirt to wear.

I made my way upstairs, to put on the Christian Louboutin crystal pumps that Jeromy had bought me not too long ago. The red trim of the shoe that made its way up the heel matched the color of my dress perfectly. I grabbed my new dangly earrings and got them on as I heard the others arrive.

Billy had called Jeromy and told him what we had in mind, so he agreed to head home early that day from work. When Jeromy got home we all piled into the stretched Hummer limousine that was sitting out front. The club was across town and as much as everyone tended to drink, Billy and Jeromy thought it best to have a sober driver to get us home safely.

The whole gang was with us tonight. Besides Jeromy and myself, there was also Billy, Travis, Darla, Starla, Bran, Mindy, Zander, Brick the webmaster, Patrick the sound guy, and his girlfriend Tiffany, who I hadn’t met before tonight. Tiffany was tall and slender with pale white skin and long, black straight hair. She had long thin fingers and long nails that were painted black. She had a very scary look about her but really she was a rather sweet girl who I was beginning to warm up to. Like me, Tiffany tended to be shy and it took a while for her to loosen up.

I looked around at all the bodies packed into the limousine and realized Trista was the only one missing. That I was okay with. She was kind of a bitch to me before so I could do without her glaring at me for one night.

While Tiffany sat next to Patrick, I really looked at him, especially since he had just taken his shirt off to show off his latest tattoo. I hadn’t paid much attention to him before. The few times I had been around him before there was always so much else going on. He had well defined arms, which you could tell he must have spent a lot of time working on at the gym. Both arms were completely covered in tattoos, with a vine twisting its way around his right arm and on his left; there were various images of angels in seductive poses. His newest tattoo was strewn across his chest, near his collar bone that read “Live as if you die today” in a beautifully scripted font. He had a very short buzz cut, and a permanent five o’clock shadow. It looked like he might have been trying to grow a beard but it never came in so he just kept the small tiny bit of peach fuzz he did have.

He was about the same height as Billy, but he wasn’t nearly as good-looking. He was not bad-looking, I guess, but standing next to Billy he appears only average. Then again most people look only average standing next to Billy. That is, except Jeromy. Billy and Jeromy are two of the most amazing looking men I had ever seen in my life. They were both hot -- each in his own unique way. Either of them could drive any girl wild with just a look. They are just too much to even imagine being together, so tonight would no doubt be very interesting.

When we entered the club, Billy flashed the very large, bald man at the door his VIP pass and headed over to a roped off area to sit down. Seeing a large group of people enter that area of the club, the strippers swarmed over to us.

Get Low by Lil’ Jon played over the loudspeakers and a leggy blonde danced on the large stage in the center of the club. I looked around curiously. I don’t really know what I was expecting; but it was a nice place with expensive decor.

I spotted something I wasn’t expecting near the front entrance. It looked like it was a clothing boutique. I leaned into Mindy to ask her about it. Her eyes widened, as if she had forgotten it existed. She popped up, grabbed my hand, and dragged me across the club to go check it out.


While I worked my way through the racks of exotic looking clothes, Jeromy came up behind me and put his hands around my waist. Startled, I turned around to see who was grabbing me and was happy to see it was Jeromy’s strong arms holding me tight.


He glanced up at some of the sexy clothes and leaned in to whisper in my ear, asking if I wanted any of them. I shook my head no but seeing the disappointed look on his face, I pointed out one of the dresses I did actually like and he perked up. It was a simple white dress, tight-fitting like the one I had on today, with long sleeves, but at the bottom of the sleeves on this new dress were feathers. It was kind of cute and it made Jeromy happy that I picked a dress out in the club, so that was enough for me.


I put it up to me, looking back at Jeromy to see what he thought and I got a huge smile of approval as I laughed to myself, thinking of what Starla had said to me earlier that day. Guess she would be getting her way after all. Jeromy narrowed his eyes, wondering what I found so amusing, but instead I just leaned in and gave him a kiss, thanking him for buying me the dress.


Mindy found a few things she liked as well and then we all made our way back to the VIP section where Billy and the boys were already getting down to business.


My eyes locked on Billy who had a tall and slender brunette standing in front of him, seductively dancing before him. I sat back down in my chair, carefully trying to avoid getting in the way of the exotic dancer. Jeromy sat next to me and turned his head to watch the pretty girl now dancing on the smaller stage to the side of the club.


The bad part about being back in my chair was now I was only inches away from his leggy seductress and that made me rather uncomfortable, especially as she turned around to face me, her backside to Billy. Then she started to remove her dress. She locked eyes with mine, never removing her gaze from me as she bent over in front of Billy and then playfully tossed her dress in my lap, while giving me a wink.


She then turned back to face Billy, her body swaying to the music and Billy with his hands by his side, lifted one up to gently rub her thigh. I wanted to look away but I couldn’t. I was so intensely wrapped up in watching this tall and beautifully buxom brunette seduce him. He put his hand back down and then shifted uncomfortably in his seat.


She turned back around and bent over in front of him yet again. As her head came back up with her hair flying in the air, she glanced over at me. And then with a devilish grin on her face, she walked towards me. She put her hands on the side of my chair and then rolled it over to be closer to her and Billy.


I was now positioned directly in front of Billy’s chair with only just enough room for the dancer to stand between us.


She put her hand on the side of his chair, while still facing me, leaned back in a way that she was grinding her behind in his pants. I was close enough that, even over the music, I could hear as he let out a soft moan.


While she ground against the now growing bulge in his pants, she never took her eyes off of me. She then leaned in to me, our lips were millimeters apart, all the while making sure Billy had a great view of her ass, as she came in closer to me. I started to lean back, but she shook her head no. She then pulled her body up, and used the side of my chair to hold herself up as she started to dance for me. Her legs wrapped around mine, I was frozen in place, unable to move a single muscle as she gently rubbed her large breasts across my lips.


I was embarrassed at all the attention on me, yet strangely aroused by what she was doing. Soon she turned her attention back to Billy, while still at times playfully moving in to me as if she was going to kiss me.


The boys ate it up and after her dance was complete I noticed Billy tucked a hundred dollar bill in her little G-string panties. The stripper gave him a kiss on the cheek, thanked him for the dance, grabbed her clothes and then made her way back to the dressing room near the back of the club. I was surprised Billy paid her so much money for the dance. I was sure I heard someone saying earlier that a private dance was only twenty dollars but I didn’t give it much thought -- I was too distracted by everything else going on around me.


I scooted my seat back to its original position and leaned over to give Jeromy a kiss. He had hardly noticed what had taken place with Billy, myself, and the stripper, as his attention was on the girl dancing on the bigger, center stage. He seemed to be mesmerized by her and that for some reason really bothered me. I don’t even know why; he’s looked at pretty girls before.


I guess it was because just a few moments ago some girl was practically trying to have sex with me, right next to him and he didn’t even notice. I had some stripper’s breasts right in my face, with her nipples pressing against my lips and while all the other men loved every second of it, Jeromy didn’t seem the slightest bit interested.


But after a moment I realized I was being ridiculous and did my best to shake off my petty jealousies. Jeromy loved me. I knew he did and while he may ogle all of these half naked women, who admittedly were beautiful, I knew his heart belonged to me. And tonight, when we went home, he would be with me.


I put my hand on his lap and softly ran my fingers up and down his thigh. He sighed peacefully and then took my hand and started softly caressing it with his thumb but he still didn’t take his attention off of the girl on stage, the same girl who had previously been dancing on the smaller stage.


Maybe there is another way I could get his attention. I leaned over and whispered, “Baby, I need some money.” Without even glancing my way he took out his wallet, pulled some cash out and started to hand it to me. I looked at the wad of money in his hand and grabbed one of the twenty dollar bills.


I would like to say that what happened next was the fault of all of the drinks I had earlier in the day and then again in the limo on the way over. Yes, I would like to say that was the reason, but it probably wasn’t. I don’t know, maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. I guess I still don’t know why I did what I did next. It was so out of character for me. But still I couldn't seem to help myself. It was like someone or something possessed my body and dragged me to that stage.


At first I walked around to the front of the center stage, I folded the twenty dollar bill over so I could tuck it in the side of her panties like I had seen Billy do earlier with the other girl. But the tall, sensuous looking blonde shook her head now and instead eyed a small set of stairs to the side.


I walked over thinking it was easier for her to grab the money from me if I was slightly higher up. She eyed me carefully as I walked over to her and then gave me a huge smile was I started to reach up and hand it to her. Again she slowly shook her head no. She looked to the stairs, as if telling me to walk up them. I looked at them and then for some reason did it. I walked up the stairs carefully as she took my hand and guided me next to her.


As if on cue, another stripper came on the stage and started grinding on the pole in front of us while yet another came on stage with a folding chair which she put right smack in the middle of the stage. The girl who had just set out the chair then went over to the pole on the side of the stage and matched the seductive grinding that the other was doing.


Just then I noticed the DJ started playing a new song overhead and the lighting in the club changed just slightly. I looked over to my side, barely able to move, completely mesmerized by what was happening all around me, and saw someone had turned a fog machine on. I watched as the stage slowly became consumed by the smoke.


The sexy blonde pushed me down onto the chair and stood in front of me, slowly swaying to the beat. As the words of the song started playing she mouthed them as she danced provocatively in front of me. She turned around to face the crowd as the next part of the song played. I was frozen in place, unable to move, but not really wanting to either. I couldn’t see the faces that were in the crowd, only the few men who had begun to walk up to the front of the stage and lay their money down.


I glanced over to the girls who had been grinding on the poles. They were now doing feats of acrobatics that would have impressed anyone. They bounced and spun around the pole like they were performing some sort of graceful tumbling routine in the Olympics. I could barely take my eyes off of them. They were amazing.


Then my stripper came back to me. She stood in front of me again, alluringly swaying to the beat of the music. She was so captivating. Then just as quickly she was gone back to the center of the stage, entertaining the rest of the crowd.


I looked down and noticed the sea of people that had flooded the pit, the sunken area of the club around the stage. Again she turned to me to say, “You can touch me if you want.” And as she did you could hear the cheers from the crowd. They loved every minute of the girl’s act.


The two acrobatic strippers continued with their performance on the poles while my stripper came up behind me, and continued her onstage seduction of me and perhaps the rest of the crowd.


My body tingled, as she touched me. She bent over and whispered in my ear, while keeping her eyes on the men now crowding the stage area throwing money hand over fist at them. I couldn’t hear what she said; but I’m not even sure she said anything. It was all just so erotic and confusing and sensual.


At the end of the song the girls quickly scooped up the piles and piles of money on the floor of the stage and I stood up while another girl took my folded chair from under me. In a daze I walked towards the end of the stage and found Jeromy standing there waiting for me with a huge smile on his face. He put his arms up to catch me and I fell into his arms as he lifted me off of the stage.


“God, I love you Stacy,” he said to me as he gently put me on the ground.


“I love you too,” I quietly said to him and I softly ran my hand against the growing bulge in his pants and then led him by the hand back to our seats in the VIP area of the club.


When Jeromy and I took our seats again, I noticed Billy wasn’t in his. I looked around the club to try and find him but he wasn’t anywhere. I asked Jeromy where he had gone off to but Jeromy just shrugged as if he didn’t know. Travis must have overheard me and loudly responded, “You don’t need to worry about Billy. I’m sure he’s somewhere being well taken care of.”


The others started laughing but I wasn’t amused. I leaned into Jeromy and gave him a kiss on the cheek, trying to ignore what Travis said. Jeromy squeezed my hand and led it back down to his thigh.


Soon after, Mindy, Darla, Starla, and Tiffany decided it was time to make a trip to the bathroom. Mindy grabbed my free hand and informed me I needed to go with them. Jeromy nodded in agreement and let go of my other hand as Mindy dragged me to a brightly lit room in the back of the club.


It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the brightness and as they did I started to take in the strange sights before me. There was a long mirror that ran the full length of the room. The counter that was just below it had several small, short bar stools nearby. Strippers were everywhere. Watching them I couldn’t help but think back to the bar I worked at in Oklahoma. These girls were really no different than the waitresses back home. They were all back here touching up their hair and makeup, chatting about customers and the ’pervy’ things some of them had said to them, just like the girls back at home did. They were just normal girls, spending a day at work. The only real difference of course being, their day at work involved removing their top. I guess that was one glaring difference. But still at heart they really weren’t any different than me or any of my friends.


An older, pudgy woman with light brown hair with quite a bit of grey mixed in, stood off to the side of the room. Her table was full of all kinds of makeup and hair accessories. As she helped one of the girls touch up her makeup I noticed a large clear jar on her table full of money. While I wondered what that was all about Mindy leaned in a quietly informed me that was her tip jar. She made her living from the tips the dancers gave her for doing their hair and makeup and occasionally sewing up any wardrobe malfunctions.


Just past her was a row of lockers where I surmised the strippers kept their personal items safely locked up while they worked. On the other side of the room were some showers and then beyond that a few bathroom stalls. Compared to the glorious grandeur of the rest of the club, the dressing room was surprisingly plain and unattractive.


Darla and Starla were leaning against the counter fixing their hair and makeup and Mindy was deep in a conversation with one of the dancers asking her about how she got her hair to sparkle like that; so I took a seat in a nearby chair. The pudgy older lady came up behind me and started messing with my hair. “You are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”


I gave her a smile, not really sure how to answer her. She dragged me over to her table and sat me down on a tall bar stool. She pulled out various cases and brushes and worked on my face. It felt so good having her do it. It was very relaxing. Before long she began working her magic on my hair and then she put a hand on one of my knees and spun me around to face the long mirror in the room as she asked me, “So what do you think?”


As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could barely believe my eyes. I looked so different. I looked hot. She gave me dark, smoky eyes and put all kinds of glitter in my hair. I normally didn’t wear a lot of makeup but now I found myself wondering why, if this is how I could turn out. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was me, but it wasn’t.


I moved over to get closer to the mirror to get a better look at myself when Starla piped up. “Damn girl. That’s what I’m talking about.”


Mindy bounced her way over to us giggling, “You are so hot. They are going to kick us out of the club.”


I looked over to her, trying to figure out what she meant, worried that maybe we weren’t supposed to be back here having our hair and makeup done when she laughed and said, “You are going to take all of the attention away from the dancers.”


I rolled my eyes and walked with her hand in hand back to our chairs. By the time we got back, Billy still hadn’t returned but I hardly noticed because by then Jeromy was all over me. We stayed in the club for another hour and then decided to head back home. It was already getting late and Jeromy had to work the next day.


Jeromy had a hard time keeping his hands off of me on the long ride back home. But I didn’t really mind. In fact, I sat on his lap on the ride home to tease him, knowing he couldn’t actually do anything about it, with everyone else in the limousine.


When we got back to Billy’s, the rest of the gang went to their own cars and headed back to their own homes. That was except Billy, who didn’t come home with us. I wasn’t sure where he had gone off to. Part of me had thought I would find him sitting there in the kitchen, waiting for us. But my heart sank when I walked in the door and found he wasn’t there. Why did I care if he wasn’t home? That’s just silly. I had the world’s most perfect man already; I didn’t need to be thinking about anyone else.


When we got home Jeromy scooped me up in his arms, kissing me. Noticing that Billy wasn’t home as well, he took me into the living room. Our bodies were burning with passion and I quickly forgot about Billy and everyone else for that matter. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. His breath was hot and heavy, yet it sent a chill down my spine.


He pulled me into him and held me tightly as he kissed my neck. His hold eased as he pulled back just a bit to look at my face. His eyes never wavered from mine -- nor mine his. He grew with urgency, and I desperately wanted him to ravage my body. But he didn’t move. He just kept looking at me and smiling. “You are so perfect. I love you so much.”


He was so full of love for me that it took my breath away. It was horribly sweet and romantic, but I wasn’t in a romance kind of mood. I leaned in and licked his lips, then his chin, and then worked my way to his neck. I could smell his natural scent permeating through his cologne. It filled me with such an intense desire. I pushed him back on the couch and ravenously kissed his lips, then ran my tongue down his chest. It drove him mad with desire and that made me want him even more. Jeromy groaned softly and that sound cut through me like a knife. I couldn’t contain my lust for him anymore.


I don’t know why we didn’t go to the seclusion of our bedroom, but at the time it didn’t seem to matter. The next morning, however, as I lay tightly wrapped in Jeromy’s arms, I began to smell the familiar scent of bacon in the air. I sighed happily as I gently moved Jeromy’s arm off of me and stood up to make my way to the kitchen and see what Billy was making.


“Hey,” he said, as he did every other morning with his head cocked back. It was adorable the way he said it. I loved to hear it and it always made me smile. But when I looked at him standing in front of the stove, I could see a genuine look of sadness on his face.


I went over to the fridge and poured myself a glass of orange juice. As I did I glanced over at Billy and noticed he was looking back at me, with his head tilted as if he wasn’t sure what he was seeing.


As I noticed him noticing me, I looked down and realizing what I was wearing and blushed. In my excitement to see Billy, I ran into the kitchen without thinking about what I had on.


Sometime in the night I must have gotten cold and put on Jeromy’s white button up shirt. He was so much bigger than me, it hung off of my tiny frame. It was more like a dress than a shirt for me, but still, I loved wearing it. His shirt was so warm and comfy and it smelled so good, just like Jeromy. And quite honestly Jeromy’s shirt covered far more of my body than the tight red dress I had worn the night before. But still, knowing I had only my panties on underneath I suddenly became quite embarrassed by my attire.


Billy, noticing my embarrassment, smiled and then went back to making us breakfast. I leaned into him, with my hand barely resting on his hip as I stood on my tiptoes trying to see over his shoulder what he was making. I sighed in pleasure as I saw he was making me an omelet.


I sat down at the bar, propping my feet up on the bottom of the chair, and drank my orange juice, enjoying watching Billy at work. He really was a great cook and he just looked so great doing it.


Soon after Jeromy came into the kitchen, looking for me or, perhaps, looking for his clothes. As he stood shirtless in the doorway I couldn’t help but admire the body that stood before me. He had a broad, chiseled chest with a very well defined six pack below that. I smiled and he walked over to me and kissed my forehead. “Mornin’ beautiful.”


“Good morning,” I said as I spun around on the bar stool to face him. I put my hands on his hips and just sat there staring in his amazing chest. He arched an eyebrow and nodded a hello to Billy.


The boys had their own sort of communication. Instead of HI’s and hello's it was always a nod here and a nod there. It seemed to work for them.


I turned back around to Billy, noticing he hadn’t taken his eyes off of me as I turned around to greet Jeromy. He often did that. His eyes bored into me as if they reached the very depths of my soul. It was haunting, chilling, and perhaps a little bit arousing.


Billy pushed a plate across the bar to me with the most deliciously delightful tasting omelet I had ever had in my entire life. It truly melted in my mouth. Jeromy, standing behind me, reached over to snatch a piece of bacon and I playfully swatted his hand away. “Hey! That’s mine. Get your own.”


Of course he didn’t listen and took what he wanted anyway. He tended to do that often. But then again, I loved it when he did. It was one of his more alluring traits.


Looking towards Billy now he asked, “How was your night, man?” Billy just shrugged. Jeromy started to ask more but, quite honestly not wanting to hear about Billy’s sexual triumphs, I quickly changed the subject.

“You are such an amazing cook, Billy. I don’t know how you do it. I’m so going to gain a billion pounds living with you.”

Jeromy leaned over to me, taking my last piece of bacon and playfully said, “You better not.”

I tilted my head up to him, giving him an evil glare. “Are you saying you wouldn’t love me if I was fat?”

He swung me around and lifted me off of my chair. I wrapped my legs around his waist and laid my head on his shoulder. “If you were fat then I couldn’t do this.” He didn’t let me finish my breakfast. Instead he carried me off, up to our bedroom so we could have some alone time before he had to head off to work.