"Why can't I get the money for this motorcycle? I don't understand," the customer said.
Luke was sitting at his desk, across from an irate man who just got his loan application denied due to bad credit history. Luke had been through this hundreds of times, but each time would frustrate him just as much as the last.
"Sir, I understand your disappointment. But unfortunately I can't approve the loan. You have too many bad marks on your credit history. I don't have a choice. After you have made improvements and paid off old debts, I would be happy to assist you with your next loan."
The biker, halfway between standing up and moving towards the door, mutters under his breath just audibly for Luke to hear. "This is bullshit."
Luke tried to maintain composure, barely cracks a half-smile, and with all the emotional energy he could muster said "Have a great day, sir!"
As soon as the door closed, Luke leaned back in his chair and gently massaged his forehead with his hands. Luke, a 30 year old loan officer at Gratuity Financial had just survived another workweek. He had gotten this job right out of college, and started to live comfortably enough where he didn't seem to have the need to find another job. It paid well, took care of the bills, and gave him enough time to pursue his other passions outside of work. He loved lifting weights and being active, and his strength training always reminded him of lifting with his friends in high school during football offseason. He had a strong and muscular build, certainly more than expected of someone with a desk job for several years.
After taking a deep breath, and no longer having to exert all of his patience on potential clients with poor financial management throughout the week, Luke got up out of his chair and grabbed his coat. He sighed.
"Time to get the hell out of here."
On his way to his car, he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and went to his text messages. He had one unread from his girlfriend, Avery. She was a student in her final year at a nearby university, studying to become a schoolteacher. They had been together for just under a year, and she moved into Luke's apartment only a short two months previously.
After swiping through all the useless notifications, Luke's eyes went straight to the name that had a heart beside it.
"Are you on your way home, baby?"
Luke tossed everything in his hands into the passenger seat and started his car. As it was warming up, after taking a moment to collect himself he replied to Avery.
"Yeah. Rough day. I'll be back soon, can't wait to be with you."
As he was driving home, Luke couldn't help but mentally replay some of the frustrating scenarios throughout his day. He could still hear some familiar voices in his head:
"This is bullshit."
"Why is this so expensive?"
"How do I owe this much money? I never agreed to this."
"I'm taking my business elsewhere!"
Luke let out a deep sigh. Because Avery was a full-time student, she didn't have time to work a full-time job and help with the rent. Luke accepted this fact when he chose to start dating her, and the resulting pressure had recently been negatively affecting him. He fell in love with Avery so quickly when they first met. He had never been more sexually or emotionally attracted to anyone as much as he had been for her. Even those summer flings in high school in his "glory days" when he got attention from girls for being a football all-star were no comparison. They moved in together relatively quickly, but he knew it was for the best. He wanted her to be happy and pursue a career that she was passionate about free from distraction.
"She'll be working full-time before I know it..." he said.
"It sure is nice to have her home for now... I know this will get easier."
Avery was a petite, sweet blonde girl who had a very warm and welcoming personality. She stood about three inches shorter than Luke, and when they stood beside each other, he made her seem smaller than she looked due to his muscularity. She had piercing blue eyes, perky boobs, and was lean enough that her hip-bones were clearly visible in a swimsuit. Her ass was strikingly proportionate and plump, and her thigh gap was a wonderful compliment to her figure. At first glance, you'd imagine she was a typical pretty girl who got whatever she asked for. However, upon initiating a conversation with someone, she would always open up and her affectionate personality would shine brightly. She had always been the object of many boy's crushes. Her passion for teaching was clearly evident to the people she knew, and was full of grace and authenticity. In his vivid daydreams, Luke particularly thought about how much he loved the smell and sight of her hair, as well as how vocal she was during sex. She always communicated her needs very well, and she had done an incredible job in satisfying him in the bedroom. Luke thought about how thankful he was to call her his own very frequently.
As he was getting closer to his apartment complex, Luke got a text back from Avery.
"Aww. You poor thing. I don't have any homework tonight... and I have an idea of what might make you feel better. ;) "
Upon reading this, Luke suddenly perked up and cracked a half-smile. He definitely knew what she was talking about. His mind briefly started revisiting the last few times they had sex. A few vivid memories flashed through his mind. Despite having not been together long, the passion and intensity they shared was something many couples would envy. He remembered when he had her pinned with her face to the wall of their bedroom, and was fucking her from behind as they stood. He remembered when they fucked in the shower, feeling the warm water trickle down his back alongside the smell of his favorite body wash. He remembered the very first time they fucked, when they both had an incredible orgasm only a few moments apart from each other. He remembered their most recent fuck the past weekend when Avery asked him to handcuff her to the bed. Her words were still like a wildfire in his mind from that moment, hearing her beg for him.
"Fuck! Fuck me harder, baby! You're going to make me cum! Please don't stop!"
Without missing a beat, Luke grit his teeth and continued to fuck her intensely. He reached back and pulled her hair, yanking her face upwards at him. He stared deeply into her eyes as he felt her body go weak. He had never felt more sexual pleasure in that moment than feeling her cum so hard for him. It is no wonder that he had recently taken quite a liking to Avery's recent interest in being a little rough.
He quickly snapped out of his pleasurable trance at the sight of his apartment complex, almost as if he was having an "autopilot" moment while driving. He turned the car into the lot and parked right nearby their door. He breathed a deep sigh of relief to finally be home, then grabbed his things and walked inside. To his surprise, he saw Avery in the kitchen in a bathrobe. He walked up to her and gave her a big hug.
"Come here baby, I'm so glad you're home," Avery said. She gave him a long and meaningful kiss, one that Luke could feel in his heart that she had truly missed him. "How was your day?" She asked.
"Another day of dealing with people who can't get their shit together," he replied. "It felt like every person that walked through the door was out to get me!"
With that, Luke sat down at the table with a plate of food that Avery had graciously prepared for him before he arrived. She sat down and moved her chair very close to his. After taking a few bites, he exclaimed, "Thanks so much for making dinner, babe... It's fantastic."
She replied, "Anything to make your day better, love. Which, actually, speaking of..."
