my bed and waiting for the pill to kick in I decide to take my chances on walking. Lo is in the kitchen bouncing around and singing. The bitch never gets hungover and it’s the most irritating thing in the fucking world. She turns when she hears me coming.
“Damn girl, you look like shit.” She slides over a mug of coffee. “He really did a number on you last night, huh?” My only reply is a grunt and giving her the finger. “What was up with the stick it and split he pulled?”
I look up at her. “Stick it and split? He had to get up early, and he wasn’t even supposed to be here last night.”
“Whatevs. From what I heard last night, he served his purpose.”
I laugh. “It was definitely a pleasurable experience.”
“So tell me, is he into any kind of kinky shit? I’m in a dry spell and I could use some inspiration.”
“You’re disgusting.”
She laughs. “C’mon don’t be a stingy bitch.”
“Okay.” She smiles like the Cheshire cat and sits down next to me. “Have you ever had a guy pull your hair?”
“Yes, I reached up and pulled that motherfuckers hair and asked him how he liked it. He actually did which was just fucking weird, in my opinion.”
“Well, Damon will do it sometimes and I think it’s so hot. Does that make me crazy?”
“Nope.” Thank God. “Being a hooker who dates her pimp makes you fucking crazy.”
“He is not my pimp!”
She laughs and then looks at me like I’m crazy. “He books you jobs and you report to him before and after. He’s your damn pimp.” I cradle my head in my hands. “Hey Jess?”
I look up at her hoping she will say something profound. “You think I could be a pimp after Damon goes to jail for beating up one of your clients?” Nope. Nothing. “Get your ass ready, I’m leaving for class in twenty.”
I reluctantly lift myself off of the stool. I’m thankful that it’s Monday for once, that means I have the week to figure out what the hell to do about seeing Damon before and after the jobs this weekend.
I get dressed in yoga pants and a loose t-shirt, my must haves on any normal day. When I pick up my phone I see a message from Damon.
Wish I could have stayed with you last night. Let me make it up to you tonight?
I reply yes before heading out the door. On the drive to school Lo and I fight about the volume of the music. It feels like thousands of little jackhammers are going off in my head, and this bitch wants to blast Rihanna.
Classes are basically a blur because all I can think of, when I’m not trying to keep from passing out, is Damon. I don’t know how we are going to make this work, but I’m hoping we can. I go home and grab a shower, I feel disgusting after I drink and I didn’t have the time to shower this morning. When I’m done I grab another pair of yoga pants and throw on one of Damon’s shirts that I had found in my bag. He must have put it with my stuff by accident when we were packing up the hotel room. My hair is still wet so I throw it up into a messy bun so I can wear it down and curly tomorrow.
When I walk into the living room Lo is laying on the couch reading. “You and your damn smut books. You know that no guy will ever live up to that shit, right?”
She looks up at me. “Then I guess it will just be me and my B.O.B”
“B.O.B.?”
“Yeah, Battery Operated Boyfriend. You really are naïve for a slut.” She looks me up and down then laughs. “Honeymoon phase over already?”
“What are you talking about?”
She sits up. “No makeup, messy bun, yoga pants, and his old t-shirt. Either the honeymoon phase is over or you’ve lost your damn mind. You’re not supposed to show him the ugly until he puts a ring on that shit.”
I shake my head and walk out of the door. I drive over to Damon’s and try not to let Lo’s comments bother me. She makes me so damn crazy sometimes, but I know it all comes from a good place. Where most friends might tell you that another shirt would look better on
“Damn girl, you look like shit.” She slides over a mug of coffee. “He really did a number on you last night, huh?” My only reply is a grunt and giving her the finger. “What was up with the stick it and split he pulled?”
I look up at her. “Stick it and split? He had to get up early, and he wasn’t even supposed to be here last night.”
“Whatevs. From what I heard last night, he served his purpose.”
I laugh. “It was definitely a pleasurable experience.”
“So tell me, is he into any kind of kinky shit? I’m in a dry spell and I could use some inspiration.”
“You’re disgusting.”
She laughs. “C’mon don’t be a stingy bitch.”
“Okay.” She smiles like the Cheshire cat and sits down next to me. “Have you ever had a guy pull your hair?”
“Yes, I reached up and pulled that motherfuckers hair and asked him how he liked it. He actually did which was just fucking weird, in my opinion.”
“Well, Damon will do it sometimes and I think it’s so hot. Does that make me crazy?”
“Nope.” Thank God. “Being a hooker who dates her pimp makes you fucking crazy.”
“He is not my pimp!”
She laughs and then looks at me like I’m crazy. “He books you jobs and you report to him before and after. He’s your damn pimp.” I cradle my head in my hands. “Hey Jess?”
I look up at her hoping she will say something profound. “You think I could be a pimp after Damon goes to jail for beating up one of your clients?” Nope. Nothing. “Get your ass ready, I’m leaving for class in twenty.”
I reluctantly lift myself off of the stool. I’m thankful that it’s Monday for once, that means I have the week to figure out what the hell to do about seeing Damon before and after the jobs this weekend.
I get dressed in yoga pants and a loose t-shirt, my must haves on any normal day. When I pick up my phone I see a message from Damon.
Wish I could have stayed with you last night. Let me make it up to you tonight?
I reply yes before heading out the door. On the drive to school Lo and I fight about the volume of the music. It feels like thousands of little jackhammers are going off in my head, and this bitch wants to blast Rihanna.
Classes are basically a blur because all I can think of, when I’m not trying to keep from passing out, is Damon. I don’t know how we are going to make this work, but I’m hoping we can. I go home and grab a shower, I feel disgusting after I drink and I didn’t have the time to shower this morning. When I’m done I grab another pair of yoga pants and throw on one of Damon’s shirts that I had found in my bag. He must have put it with my stuff by accident when we were packing up the hotel room. My hair is still wet so I throw it up into a messy bun so I can wear it down and curly tomorrow.
When I walk into the living room Lo is laying on the couch reading. “You and your damn smut books. You know that no guy will ever live up to that shit, right?”
She looks up at me. “Then I guess it will just be me and my B.O.B”
“B.O.B.?”
“Yeah, Battery Operated Boyfriend. You really are naïve for a slut.” She looks me up and down then laughs. “Honeymoon phase over already?”
“What are you talking about?”
She sits up. “No makeup, messy bun, yoga pants, and his old t-shirt. Either the honeymoon phase is over or you’ve lost your damn mind. You’re not supposed to show him the ugly until he puts a ring on that shit.”
I shake my head and walk out of the door. I drive over to Damon’s and try not to let Lo’s comments bother me. She makes me so damn crazy sometimes, but I know it all comes from a good place. Where most friends might tell you that another shirt would look better on
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