The weekend at work was slower than most. I worked Saturday, Sunday, and tonight, Monday. I got a few smiles from the girls at work, so I guess Monica had blabbered a little here and there. She worked Thursday, of course, the same day she came over, and also Friday. We didn't work any shifts together in over a week. I'm still not sure how much she told and to whom. After I was cut from the floor I sat at the bar for a couple of Bud Light Platinums before going home. Since the weekend was slow, none of us made much money, except for Jackie, of course. She always did. She really knew how to work the older high roller guys for big tips. And, oh by the way, she was a smoking hot blue eyed brunette who reminded me of Amanda Peet. I'm sure that didn't hurt her tips. She never talked to me much, even sitting at her bar.
Marty was the floor closer that night. She was still working, but things had slowed down and she came over to speak to me. Jackie was in the back restocking, so it was just myself and Marty at the bar. Her real name was Martha, but she said that sounded too old for her. I agreed.
"They're talking about you, Chuck," Marty said.
"Is that right?" I asked. "And who might
they
be?"
"The young ones. They were talking about Monica's birthday or something. Your name kept coming up. Sounded like they were up to something, ha-ha."
Most of the people I worked with knew that I really wasn't crazy about women that were way younger than me. Since I had worked this job and was surrounded by girls as young as eighteen, like Monica, things have been different. After Monica came over to my apartment Thursday for her private birthday spankings I knew I would get some funny looks, especially from the young ones. I didn't tell Marty all the details, but I thought she would soon find out.
Marty was 31 or 32, not sure, but much closer to my 35 years than the rest of my coworkers. We always referred to our coworkers under the age of 22 as the young ones. Marty and I worked well together and covered for each other when the other needed to be off on short notice. She was more of what I considered a true friend than the rest of my coworkers, who I just considered drinking buddies. She was from eastern Pennsylvania and had married an Air Force guy and ended up in the area. She was a beautiful coffee color skinned black chick with a lot of class. She was recently divorced after her husband fell in love all over again with somebody else while being deployed overseas. Her ex-husband was a white guy.
"Well, maybe there is a little story behind that," I said with a smile. "I think it's funny, let them gossip."
Tonight Christine and Rebecca, or Chris and Bec as everybody called them, were the only other two still working. They were 21 and 20, respectively, although Bec was looking forward to her 21st birthday in less than three weeks. There had been more people working earlier, but the others had already gone. Amy, Monica's roommate, worked earlier and had already gone home or wherever she went. She seemed to be avoiding me most of the short time our shifts overlapped. She was most likely the source of the gossip.
"So what did you hear?" I asked, curiously.
"Oh something about spankings, getting her all excited and...."
"And what?" I was dying to know the rumors going around.
"I can't say," she said with an embarrassed look. She suddenly excused herself pretending she had to take care of something urgent. I didn't really care what they were saying. I know I had fun with Monica Thursday afternoon and made her horny as hell. I expected her to tell people.
I finished my beer and headed home. I was off the next few days and had no plans. I hadn't heard from Monica since she left my place on Thursday, so who knows what was going through her young eighteen-year-old mind. It had been fun for me and I had definitely worn my dick out the last few days getting myself off thinking about what it would be like to do the young petite cutie. I wasn't a big guy at five foot eight inches tall and about 160 pounds, but I was in shape. As I laid in bed the last couple of nights I could see myself manhandling her four foot eleven frame to my satisfaction, grabbing her waist doggy style, giving her a good pounding. Yeah... good visuals.
I lived pretty close to work and hadn't been gone long, maybe 40 minutes. Long enough to shower and get ready for bed. I got a text from Marty that read
'they were talking about how you like, you know, hair...down there. I was too embarrassed to say it to your face'.
That was all she said. Monica had definitely blabbered details about our encounter. My only reply was a smiley face. Marty immediately replied back with a devil face. I rolled over to get some sleep.
It must have been about 1:40 am when I heard my phone chirp with the notification of a new text.
Who the fuck?
I wondered, more annoyed than anything that they woke me up. I looked at my phone. It was a number I didn't recognize. Since the few people I knew and stayed in touch with were saved in my contacts by name, I assumed it was a wrong number and I rolled back over. Less than thirty seconds later I was notified of a text again. A different unknown number, same shit.
Leave me alone,
I thought. I didn't bother opening either one. I rolled over and thankfully my sleep wasn't further interrupted by my phone.
***** *****
The next morning I slept until about 7:15. I was forever transformed to an early riser in the army and that seemed late to me. I hit the switch on the coffee pot and my small kitchen quickly came to life with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I always pre-loaded it the night before. I looked at the news and weather online like I did every morning. Chance of rain 50% on the Mississippi coast in the summer. Shocker. I remembered the text messages from unknown numbers the night before and went to retrieve my phone from the night stand next to my bed. I'm not a serial texter and the only two texts that were unopened were the two from last night. I opened the first one that read
new multimedia message
and to my surprise... shock, enjoyment...pick a word...I saw a picture of a woman's pussy with a dark brown landing strip rising from her clit while she spread her lips with her fingers. I then opened the next that was sent less than 30 seconds behind it.
New multimedia message
it also read. There was a picture of another woman's pussy with shiny jet black pubes. Trimmed but not as closely as the landing strip one. The top of her panties was still visible and showed a thumb ring on her left hand holding her panties down. No fingers spreading her lips this time. Her skin was darker than the first. Damn! That's nice, I need more wrong numbers texting me. I wanted to lie back down and try to sleep some more, maybe more wrong numbers will come my way. This was strange. They had to be related somehow. I saved both pics to my phone and sent the same one-word reply to both.
'Yummy'.
I went for my morning jog around nine o'clock before the summer sun became too brutal. I was still puzzled about the texts. When I returned from my run I texted Marty.
'Tell me what you overheard.'
