Dave didn't know what he was doing sitting at the bar. He didn't really like drinking. But he just didn't want to go straight home. Work provided some distraction from his thoughts. But other than work tomorrow, nothing was expected of him. He knew that he would be hit with a crushing loneliness as soon as he got back to his empty apartment. A place he used to consider home. But lately it has felt like a mausoleum for a dead relationship.
Dave and Ashley were a bit of an odd couple. Ashley was confident, sexy, and a bit out of Dave's league. Still, Dave never expected to walk-in on her with his best friend. It's only been a week, but he must have replayed the scene a thousand times...
Dave usually gets home around 6 on weekdays. But on this particular day he was out of the office to meet a vendor. The meeting was close to his apartment, so he thought he'd surprise his girlfriend by bringing her lunch. He knew she had the day off and would probably be home.
At first he was annoyed to find a car in his spot. But then, he realized, he knew this car. A silver Maxima with a Seahawks decal in the rear window, it was Steve's, his best friend.
Dave parked his car in the visitor lot and made his way to his apartment.
He reached the door and found it slightly ajar. He heard a *pop* followed by a groan. He stopped moving.
*sluuuurrrp slurp slurrp*
"Oh fuck baby. You are so good at that."
It was Steve's voice. Dave felt ill. No way he was hearing what he thought he was hearing. He put his finger tips on the door and slowly pushed it open.
Dave couldn't believe what he was seeing. There was Steve, standing in his kitchen, naked. And on her knees right in front of him knelt Ashley, hands on his ass, forcing her mouth full of cock. Steve's back was to Dave and Dave couldn't see Ashley's face, but he recognized her nail polish. Dave could clearly hear her gagging.
*gasp*
"Fuck I love your big dick!"
It was definitely Ashley's voice, but Dave had never heard her talk like that.
"Mmm I'm going to cum." Steve groaned.
"Cum in my mouth, I wanna swallow it." Ashley purred.
"What the fuck!" Dave thought. "She never swallows!"
"Oh fuck! Ungh! Ungh! Unghhhh!"
Dave dropped the bag of deli sandwiches.
Steve jumped and turned around, his thick cock still dribbling cum. And on her knees, a very stunned Ashley with mouth closed tight and cum dripping down her chin.
They all looked at each other for a moment before any one spoke. Dave looked at Steve who was still reeling from orgasm. Then he looked down at his dick. It was like a beer can. "Did he fuck her with that thing?" he thought. Then he looked at Ashley, visibly upset, and not sure what to do with all the cum in her mouth.
"Look, uhh-" Steve started in, but stopped when Ashley put her hand on him.
*gulp*
"I'm so sorry Dave! It kinda just happened!" Ashley pleaded.
"Yeah bro, she still like, loves you man." Steve tried to compose himself.
Ashley started to cry, but it was clear that her mascara had already been running.
Dave turned around. "Sorry!" And walked out.
"Sorry? What the fuck Dave!" he thought.
Dave left in a hurry and went back to work. By the time he got home, Ashley was gone.
He thought he might be getting over it, but then he got a text from her, asking if she could come by tomorrow and grab the rest of her things. He knew seeing her again would be painful and he was dreading it. He sat alone at the bar, with a rum and coke, trying to numb a little bit of his anxiety.
"Is this seat taken?"
Dave looked to his right. She stood about 5'3", with a small perky frame. She wore slacks and a tasteful blouse. Her hair was blonde with a bob cut. Her sparkling green eyes held very direct eye contact. Her skin was glowing. She had attractive but approachable features.
Dave looked around. The bar was empty, save the inattentive bartender.
"Sure."
"Great!" She pulled out her stool and took a seat.
The bartender walked up and asked,
"What can I get you?"
"Blood and sand."
"I know that one."
She turned back to Dave. And starred intently.
"Uhh, put it on my tab!" Dave managed a tight smile as he looked at his new companion.
"Change can be painful right?" She finally said.
"Change?" Who was this women?
"I have a certain... knack for reading people. You look like a man going through change, a painful one at that."
"Well...I've been better I guess." Dave let out a nervous laugh.
"However, change offers opportunity. Opportunity to take stock of what you have and use it to elevate, and..." her eyes dropped to Dave's lap, and her lip curled into a smirk "...to grow."
Dave shifted in his seat. The bartender delivered the drink. "Cheers." And went back to watching one of the TV's.
The woman extended her drink to Dave's.
"Abi."
"Dave." They clinked there glasses and took a drink. "So I guess your business is related to opportunity?"
Abi broke into a big smile. "Why yes!"
"Look, I'm not sure who you think I am, but I'm not really looking for a therapist."
Abi's smile faded. "I'm a broker, actually. And a rather successful one."
"A broker? Sorry I thought-"
"Don't you get tired of saying sorry Dave?"
Dave did his best to hide his shock, but it was written all over his face.
Abi's smile returned, only this time it carried a hint of cruelty.
"Hey look, I'm sor-" He stopped himself. "I guess I just thought what I said was uncalled for. I shouldn't jump to conclusions. I guess I'm just stressed out."
Abi continued to stare. He was finding her too intimidating to maintain eye contact.
"You've got a lot of potential, actually." She finally spoke. "You know with my help, you could be a... big deal."
"With your help? Are you a broker or a life coach?" Dave tried to sound more confident.
"I'm definitely more of a broker." Abi swirled her drink. "You invest with me and you'll see incredible returns."
