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Marcy's Playground 4 by loyalsock
Date: 12/30/2015, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock, Source: xHamster
... enough that she already noticed I was being totally tight-lipped and non-forthcoming about work. Pretty soon I'd have nothing to say at all. Good thing she was a talker. I went to bed with the feel of Jean-Luc still fresh on my lips, and my heart and hopes flying high. Don't be a stupid little girl about this Marcy. You're an adult now. Evan's words came back to me. "Don't get attached." "I won't," I said out loud. "I won't." * Somehow after that first kiss the job at Melody's seemed a lot better. I mean, it was a good job before, but now it was different. I guess that after that kiss with Jean-Luc, I wanted everyone to have that kind of enjoyment. If that's what I got from one kiss, what kind of pleasure were people getting at Melody's? I kind of wished I could talk to Jean-Luc on the phone, but I didn't have his number, and he didn't have mine. Tuesday was dead. That gave me a lot of time to think about Heather, and Evan, and Jean-Luc. Especially Jean-Luc. I mean...they were all too adult for high school drama. But...I couldn't really get a handle on what we were doing. Were Heather and Evan really going to show me...everything? And was I going to watch? And if I was, didn't that make us like...involved? And Jean-Luc. I was a three-thousand ingredient stew of mixed up messages about him. Was he a player I should "watch out for" or a guy I could have a nicer starter experience with? Or both? I played over every moment until my head spun. ...
... Wednesday was medium busy. I stopped trying to analyze the Marcy-Evan-Heather-Jean-Luc mystery. I mean, I had an amazing kiss demonstration followed by an amazing kiss. How cool was that? One good thing about this job. Daydreaming was allowed. Thursday was even busier. I must have been smiling more. People got used to seeing me at the front desk and called me by name. I got to read a lot during the slow times, said 'hi' to the regulars, and smiled at everybody coming and going. It was the perfect job for me. Except, I really wanted to know more about what happened inside. None of my business. Swipe, swipe, swipe. I watched all those normal people go in, and happy people come out. I realized I wanted what they were getting. I wanted it from Jean-Luc. The next time I wouldn't freeze up. I got a little better with the computers, and with a little finagling, I was able to bring up both Jean-Luc's and Evan's records. I couldn't get any personal information about them but I was able to find out when they swiped in during the last three months. Evan swiped in every Monday at lunch time, and quite a few Wednesdays, and Fridays. Occasionally a Thursday. Jean-Luc was mostly Mondays, and not every Monday. Every time Jean-Luc was here, Evan was too. So apparently Jean-Luc didn't come unless Evan was going to be here. Clearly Evan came in more frequently. Hhhm. None of my business. "Finish that Jodi Piccoult book?" I jumped. Damn it. Speak of the devil. "How do you do that?" ...