IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS:
Monique, a Personal Trainer and YouTube personality, walked in on her fiancé of three years in bed with another woman.
She took Trey's betrayal hard and went on an unplanned hiatus from men.
Eight months later, she met an Uber driver named Alexander after a night out with her best friend.
Monique was still recovering from heartbreak, so her girls' night out was a bust.
However, Alexander made her smile.
Unfortunately, their second encounter wasn't as pleasant.
He showed up at the gym she worked at, looking for a personal trainer.
Because his original trainer quit, she was the replacement.
But he didn't want to work out with a woman.
He requested a man for a reason.
She was offended by what she perceived as sexism, and the two had a falling out.
He left the gym in a huff, with her dismissing him from her life as another loser.
Yet, after talking with her big brother, she realized that she was probably presumptuous.
After finding his phone number, she disguised herself as a random representative of the gym to find out why he was quitting.
She found out the real reason he wanted a male trainer, and it had nothing to do with sexism.
He was just insecure.
Feeling the need to apologize, she tricked him into meeting her so she could do it in person.
The two of them talked it out, and she convinced him to give her a chance as his trainer.
That was the beginning of their friendship.
Monique looked forward to their workout sessions together.
They made each other laugh, and their personalities complemented each other.
After a few months, Monique had a revelation.
She was over her ex.
To test her theory, she tried another night out with her best friend, Toni.
This time, she got into it and let loose.
The drinks flowed, the guys flocked to her, and she ended up taking a guy home for a one-night stand.
It was just what she needed; a good fucking.
And right after it was said and done, she kicked him out.
Upon laying down for the night, she found the song that Alexander sang to her that first night in his car.
This put a smile on her face, and her last thoughts before slipping into a slumber were of him.
***
The Light of Day
This term can be used as a comfort to someone who is stuck in the darkness of miserable circumstances. In this instance, it is meant to tell said individual to hold on; just wait for daybreak. Things that were clouded in the darkness of last night will look so much better
in the light of day.
But sometimes, that light can be anything but a comfort. It can also be an illuminator, exposing debaucherous behavior that seemed perfectly suitable last night.
Head pounding. Queasy stomach. Dry mouth. This was how Monique awakened the morning following her night filled of drinking, dancing, and of course, her vigorous one-night stand. Her victorious triumph over heartbreak had been fun, but such a night is always followed by consequences.
For her, the light of day was a monstrous hangover.
The sun, which was forcing its way through the narrow slits of her half-closed blinds, was shining a sliver of light right in her eyes. She tried to use her hand to shield the intrusive light, but there was an obstacle stopping her. A small tongue belonging to a small animal was lovingly greeting her "Good Morning".
"Ugh. Stop it, baby." she groaned as she groggily swatted her small companion away. With a yelp, he skipped to the other side of her queen-sized bed and watched her with big, doughy eyes.
She lifted her throbbing head from the pillow, letting another groan escape as she did so. Summoning the will power to hoist her reluctant body from the bed, she headed to the bathroom to relieve her full bladder. With her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands, she winced as the steady sound of trickling filled the room. Her sore vagina, it seemed, was another souvenir of a night with no morals.
Mr. Pugsley hopped down from her bed and followed her. His nails clicked across the hardwood floor as he jogged over and sat in front of her, looking up expectedly.
"What do you want?" she croaked at him, almost accusingly. He answered her in a tiny, sharp bark that seemed to echo off the walls.
"Ugh!" She said, covering her ears. That brought about several more barks.
"Quiet down." She pleaded with him. When he continued to scold her, she yelled out, "Goddammit Pugs! Shut the fuck up!"
He stopped barking with a snap and cowered away to a safe corner to whimper.
Monique sighed and looked at him apologetically. She knew what he was waiting for. He was simply giving her a gentle reminder that if she didn't want to find surprise turd droppings littered all over her apartment, then she'd better get up and walk him.
"Alright. Alright." She said in a softer voice. "Mommy's gonna take you out."
As if he spoke and understood English, Mr. Pugsley's tail wagged.
After wiping and flushing, she slipped a pair of shorts over her panty-less bottom and some Nike's on her feet. The T-shirt she slept in was a suitable top, despite the fact that her bra-less nipples poked out through the material. She was too hungover to care who got a free peepshow from her.
Once dressed, she leashed her companion before taking him outside. Together, they met the harsh light of day.
Ugh!
Why is the sun so bright?"
she thought irritably when the outside air hit her.
As Mr. Pugsley pulled his master this way and that, she started getting flashes of images from last night. Since he was more interested in sniffing the old feces of other dogs than he was relieving himself, she had nothing but time to put together the pieces of her jagged memory. What started off as a kaleidoscope of drinks and wild sex soon became a running film of hardcore partying and pornographic fucking.
Did she really bring some strange guy home and let him fuck her for two hours while she practically begged him to pound her? What the hell was she thinking?
And what was his name again? Chris? Cain?
Oh yeah. Craig.
A smile came to her face as she recalled his thick cock invading her. She could practically smell the sex and feel the drips of sweat on her back as he pounded her from behind. Then, when she took control and rode him....
Oh...yeah...Craig!
Aside from a well fucked vagina and that tinge of guilt that usually accompanies a one-night stand, she couldn't help feeling a sense of power. Last night, she was in control. Everything that happened did so because she wanted it to. She didn't fall for smooth game or gaslighting. She did what, or rather who, she wanted. And after she was done using him like a human dildo, she kicked his ass out.
She played the player. Trey taught her well. But...was that necessarily a good thing?
Finally, after about 30 minutes of sniffing the ground, Mr. Pugsley found an acceptable spot for his royal highness' ass. After he did his business, the duo retreated into the safety of her apartment.
Once he had water and a full bowl of food, Monique kicked off her shoes. She looked at her couch for a full second before collapsing on it face first. A muffled groan came from the cushion where her face was.
Luckily, today was a free day. She didn't have anywhere to be. Usually, even in an uneventful day like today, she had a task list of things to do. She had her YouTube channel that needed attention, a workout routine to do, or research for whatever subject she wanted to talk about in front of the camera.
Unfortunately, she didn't feel like doing any of that. Last night's exploits left her feeling drained. Blame it on the hangover or just a long overdue need for a break, but for the first time in a while she felt like she could honestly do nothing all day.
So, she decided to do just that. She dragged her comforter into the living room, wrapped herself up like a human burrito, and curled up on the couch.
Pulling up the guide on her TV, she perused hundreds of useless channels, looking for some mindless entertainment. You would think that $165 a month would produce something more than endless cooking channels or a chess match on ESPN.
What were her other options? She'd seen everything on Netflix and Hulu.
It was then that an "Aha" moment hit her.
A while ago, she got a trial subscription to Disney+. She was feeling nostalgic and wanted to watch some of her favorite childhood movies. Her biggest guilty pleasure was
"Beauty and the Beast"
. When she and her brother were younger, Charles always jokingly called it
"The Most Romantic Case of Stockholm Syndrome".
He was such an ass. He knew that bothered her, which was why he repeatedly did it.
She watched all the Disney movies of her childhood. For two weeks, she got her fill of nostalgia. But then it wore off, and she hadn't looked at it since. She was supposed to cancel her subscription but kept forgetting to.
Why was this important? Now, it would seem that that slip in memory had become a potential solution to her current boredom, as well as a debt payment. As she perused the movie choices, she smiled to herself.
"Star Wars".
Every single
movie was available. And there were a lot of them. If that weren't enough, there were several spinoff movies, animated series, and some insanely popular show called,
The Mandalorian.
She'd seen several references to it on YouTube.
She snickered to herself thinking about Lexxy. Even scanning the brief descriptions of the sci-fi movies highlighted how much of a nerd he was. Spaceships, alien planets, glowing swords, laser guns, and magicians using the power of some mystical "force" to do superhuman feats.
All of it screamed of a high school boy's epic adventure fantasy.
With all these choices, she didn't know where to begin. These movies spanned across decades; the more recent ones even involving different protagonists. She didn't even know if she should start with the first one because the ones made later seemed to be prequels to the ones made in the 80's. Some of the movies didn't even looked like they belonged to the same franchise!
So confusing. How can the nerds even keep up?
With that, she reached for her phone and searched for Lexxy's phone number. When she found it, she debated herself on giving him an impromptu phone call. The two of them hadn't spoken outside the gym before. Ringing him out the blue might seem a little weird, especially for something so trivial.
Besides that, it was still morning time. She knew nothing about him. He could very well be at work, or just laying around sleeping.
