I had worked all weekend and I was tired. It was due to the hours and not so much from the actual work. The restaurant/bar I worked at was dying quickly. So quickly that I had already asked Courtney if her work was hiring. She told me she would ask for me.
It was Monday. I was off work. I was bored. I went to my bedroom and witnessed a mess. It was time for a good cleaning. Jeans and shorts and panties and bras were strewn along the floor - casualties of late nights and bad decisions. I grabbed all the clothes and put them in a pile in a corner to be washed at a later time.
Next was the bed. I yanked the pillow cases off the pillow and discarded them into the clothes pile. Down toward the foot of the bed were white stains - undoubtedly from my Thursday night Sunfest romp with the Black God of Thickness. The soreness has taken three days to dissipate but the cum stains were still there to remind me.
I ripped the bed sheet off and threw it in the clothes pile as well. I leaned down and grabbed a pair of shoes which was attempting to hide under the bed. An empty condom wrapper was sitting inside one of the shoes.
Behind the bedroom door, I picked up the bag of sex toys I had bought on my trip to the sex store with Courtney. I hadn't taken any of them out of the bag yet, but was feeling horny enough to now consider it. I pulled out the black dildo. It was rubber and had rubbed rubber veins on it. It was about seven inches long had fake rubber balls as well. Or at least half a ball sac.
I brought it up to my nose. It smelled like rubber which made sense because, well...it was. I slid some of it in my mouth. Tasted like rubber too. Definitely not like the real thing. I put it back in the bag for another day.
I took a shower and put on some shorts and a white T-shirt. It was a casual night and I was going to see if Courtney was at work.
I arrived at the bar already slightly buzzed. I had take a few tequila shots while getting ready and they had now begun to warm me up. The bar was empty except for a group of five men chatting loudly at one end of the bar. As I looked closer I noticed it was Jimmy and a few friends of his. I didnt recognize any of them which was good.
I walked over to say hi.
"Hey Jimmy," I greeted him.
Jimmy turned and looked me up and down. His eyes were bloodshot and I could tell he was already drunk.
"Hey Kelly," he said flippantly and then turned around ignoring me.
I was embarrassed and slightly shocked. He was my friend yet he couldn't have greeted me any less friendly.
Mortified and now lacking confidence, I walked over to the bar and sat by myself, looking for Court and a strong shot. Her coworker Emily came over to serve me.
