Here we go, CJ thought to himself. Another audition and another rejection awaited him it felt like. The highlight of his morning was seeing Christine on his way down to the lobby. He had figured out her routine. Her shift must start at 9 am by his estimate. CJ had to be honest with himself. He had dialed in his afternoon expeditions to align with Christine's schedule, often times delivering himself hours early to his commitments. He was careful to not make it look obvious and she seemed unsuspecting. She always seemed preoccupied and didn't notice him much. CJ had made his introduction when he first moved into the building. They met on the elevator weeks before. He was taken aback by her beauty. He was a transplant from Montana ranch land and saw something country in her that attracted him. She had no country drawl, but there was a way about her that felt like home. He couldn't quite place it but recognized it in her demeanor. Her hips had a sway when she walked that queued him in that she wasn't from this concrete chaos. She seemed calming and almost had a ripple effect on those that she passed. Busy nervous dogs would pause to greet her as their owners smiled and also paused to take her in. She wasn't of this place and everyone she passed sensed it. Her hips had a sway and she carried a smile that stood out.
CJ walked her route on his way to take the train downtown and happened to be behind her on many occasions. He missed the view of her ample behind as his route deviated. Since moving to the city that's what he missed the most. He thought the girls here were too thin. Although he hadn't had relations since arriving, he felt his strong stature and endowment would be too much for the more petite women here. He watched Christine walk away and appreciated the way her jeans hugged her curves and the narrowness of her waist. He easily envisioned himself thrusting into her. Her hips were wide enough to accommodate him and resting his weight on her to thrust deep wouldn't be an issue. He also fantasized taking her from behind. She had curves he could caress and pull her close. On most days she wore her scrubs but even then he could still make out the way her top delicately rested on her hips. She'd look appealing in a potato sack he laughed to himself. At least that way he could make out her long slender legs.
This time CJ felt he was a shoo-in for the role. The casting call requested a fit cowboy type to pitch for some country dating website. The pay wasn't even on the radar, but that wasn't the end goal. CJ had built a small business empire back home and had left the dealings to those he trusted most while he pursued loftier endeavors. He managed to conceal his slight limp when making a conscious effort. Health and vitality were key requisites in the acting world and any detection of his injury would send him packing.
During the audition, CJ couldn't help but think about his buxom neighbor, Christine and sported a slight bulge. He was nervous it would be noticed.
"CJ, hmm... I don't care much for names based on initials. What's your real name?", the casting director asked. He was a small portly man and seemed immediately annoyed when CJ entered the room.
"Well, CJ is my legal name sir. My mother based the initials on those she was close to-", CJ was tersely interrupted.
"Just recite your lines please". What an ass, CJ thought to himself. Next to the fat man behind the table, a young attractive brunette was furiously taking notes. She sporadically glanced up to catch a glimpse of CJ's crotch and would nervously smile and continue her scribing.
The casting director, however, was neither nervous nor amused.
"I'm not sure what kind of website you think you're auditioning for, but that...", he pointed to CJ's still slightly swollen denim with the rim of his glasses, "...is not aligned with the values of this client's brand.".
This opportunity was CJ'S to lose and lose it he did. He walked out discouraged, his limp evident without his guard up to the point he almost shuffled. Now his erection subsided; now that it was too late. He felt a wet stickiness on the inside of his leg as his cock retracted leaving no room for the ooze contained within. The feeling added to his dejected state. It had been so long since he felt the touch of a woman or even the touch of his hand for that matter. He just wanted to feel good.
He thought of Christine's ass and what it would feel like to have her in his arms and explore her with his hands. He longed to be home, to feel home. He envisioned exploding inside of her and how satisfying the release would be with her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him deep. He wanted to throb inside of her wetness and feel the slipperiness between them. His erection returned with a vengeance causing him to pause before exiting the building. Composing himself, he straightened his bad leg and prepared himself for the jungle. With effort, he walked strong and masked his physical weakness. The streets would not sniff him out this day.
CJ spent the remainder of the day licking his wounds and lamenting his decision to move here in the first place. His businesses back home were thriving and he chose to take leave right when they were on the verge of a lucrative franchise deal. Those he loved and trusted dealings to were the same people sour of his choices. He thought of Christine again and smiled. How could he blame her for today's lackluster performance? She was incessantly on his mind but that was his issue not hers.
When CJ returned to his building that evening he saw Christine in the lobby visibly shaken and upset talking to their landlord. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a tank top. Without a bra he could make out the firm slope of her breasts to her erect nipples. Her areola were prominent through the white tank she wore, and her midriff was slightly visible allowing CJ to admire her milky soft skin.
CJ gathered his mail making effort to not gawk but he and the landlord both had difficulty focusing and not making her more uncomfortable. His fear of talking to her was quickly overtaken by his desire to help. Her neighbor upstairs had been harassing her for sometime. Just the sounds of Christine going about her routine pissed the guy off to the point of irrationality and he decided yelling and banging on her door was the solution.
CJ had heard enough. A fury took over him and he was on his way. The guy at topic lived a few doors down from CJ and he knew him well. He was musician and as best CJ could tell kept no consistent hours. Any noise at any time would set the jerk off and CJ had tolerated it up to this point. He gave everyone around him grief. The sight of Christine so upset and the shit of a day CJ had had was the breaking point and enough was enough.
CJ returned to the lobby with a firm grip on the asshole's ear but nobody was there. Back to the elevator with bounty in hand, CJ asked "You're 4J right?".
"Fuck you, dickwad!" was the guy's response visibly shaken hunched over in pain. CJ twisted his ear further slammed him to the elevator wall.
"You're not going to fuck with any of us anymore right? I don't fucking need to call the cops to take out the trash. Do you believe this?". CJ was imposing and 4J had been clearly all bluster.
"Fuck, fuck, alright!. I believe you. Dude, I'm like outta' here next month anyways. Fucking back off!".
