Devil's Work - Sex Stories

Devil's Work

... what did you say?" "I said no. Just the massage, please." The Driver took his sunglasses off. James cringed. "Do you mean to tell me," the Driver said, speaking slowly and distinctly, "that you went to a Chinatown massage parlor just because you actually wanted a massage?" Helpless, James shrugged. "...yeah." For a second he thought the Driver was going to be angry for some reason. Then the Driver burst into hyena-like peals of laughter instead. James wanted to crawl away and never be seen again. “That," the Driver said, "is the funniest fucking thing I've ever heard. Since the dawn of time, that’s the funniest thing. What in the hell were you thinking?" "I thought it would be fun to do something secret. It felt dirty, like I wanted, but also like something I couldn't get in trouble for. A backrub isn't cheating, right?" He watched the taillights go by for a second. "And I could have done it, if I'd really wanted to. That's good enough." "You are a strange little man," the Driver said. "Why'd you pick that place anyway?" "I looked it up on Yelp. And I've never really been with an Asian woman." "That a thing with you?" "No. But it is for so many other guys, and I realized now, with Nakia, it'll never happen for me.” He handed over a mess of bills. The Driver hummed as he counted the fare. "How you going to explain being late?" James shrugged. "Couldn't find a cab." The Driver was still laughing as he pulled away. *** Friday night. Ten o'clock. The world shouldn't have been ...

... able to contain heat like this. By rights the city should have melted or flared up like a struck match by now. James sat on the curb, wondering what to do and where to go, and then his phone rang. It was the Driver. "I'm the next block up." James frowned. "I didn't call a cab?" "Guess this time a cab called you." James imagined the accusing eyes of his neighbors behind every window he passed. The Driver idled at the corner of Persia. The air smelled thick with rain but the clouds only lingered, sluggish, overhead. When he got in the Driver pulled away without even being told where to go. James studied the back of the Driver's head for a moment. When no explanation came he said, "How did you know?" "Know what?" "That Nakia threw me out?" "She did? Holy shit! Why?" James swatted the upholstery. "Stupid mistake. Stupid, stupid, stupid." "Out with it." "She went through my phone and found the number of the massage parlor. You can imagine what she thought." "You cannot be serious? Oh, that is rich. Only you, James." "She won't believe that all I got was massage." "Of course she doesn’t believe it, she's not an imbecile." "It's the truth!" "Doesn't make it believable." James rubbed his temples. "I can't believe this is happening to me." "I can. You were asking for it. Of course, now you might as well really have been fucking around on her, since she'll never believe you weren't. But I guess you thought about that already." James thumped his head against the back of the seat. "Nothing ...