ECPM Ch. 03: Same Clothes - Sex Stories

ECPM Ch. 03: Same Clothes

... your dog is rich. You, on the other hand." Mark says, pointing at her and smiling. "You are broke!" Rosalind stomach rumbles in the queue to further bring home his point. Mark cracks a smile and shakes his head." That was just perfect."

"I am rich. Do you not see my clothes and smell my perfume."

"I won't say you don't look and smell good. But you are also entitled."

"You will regret this when my father starts giving me money again," Rosa says. Mark just opens his mouth but then stops himself. "What are you going to say now?"

"Nothing. Have you tried Lenox Mall? That seems like it would be more your speed."

"My speed."

"Your scene."

"What are you own about."

"Somewhere upscale."

"Oh, well, I wouldn't even know where to start."

"Shit, did you like YouTube it, google it, tweet it, install..it."

"I'd rather not have people in my business."

"Didn't you livestream your birthdays?"

"a lot has changed in my life, obviously, Marcus,"

"Marc..fair point. You have me; I have applied for at least 100 jobs."

"Wow, rejection must be your best friend," Rosalind says, placing her hand in her palms.

"You have no idea; I had to be like Steve Urkel to get hired by Everyday Earth."

"I do not get that reference."

"You're such a Laura."

"Moving on, no offense, but it doesn't seem like you are the right person."

"Trust me, you just have to show your face, and they will hire you."

"Why would I do that?

"Do you want me to fucking ...

... spell it out?"

"Spell."

"You're fucking hot, dude." Rosa starts to blush and shakes her head.

"Whatever," Rosa says, getting up and walking towards the steps to the train station.

"Wait up," Mark says, grabbing his stuff and following her for a change.

They travel in silence to the apartment complex. Mark stops before they get to Rosalind's apartment door.

"So, you still want my help with finding a job?" Rosalind continued walking to her door; she stopped and turned to look at him. Then, she proceeds into her apartment, shutting the door behind her. "Whatever," Mark says, walking back to his apartment after making good time on his back from school. He walks into the apartment to see Dave not in the same spot he left him at early. Then Mark remembers his bedding; Mark opens the washer and places the sheets in the dryer. He knocks on his closed door, giving it a moment before opening it. It was a lesson learned from walking in on Dave with his hand in a moment of passion. None of that action is happening as he sees Dave knocked out in his bed.

"Must be nice to have class at 4 P.M.," Mark says while brushing his teeth in his bedroom bathroom. He looks over at the bottle of PheroMoans, picking it up.

"What the hell? Why not?" Mark says to himself in the appropriate areas. He walks into his closet, looking for his work uniform. "Oh, shit, that's right, I left it at work; I need to make sure I bring those home with me tonight," Mark says, walking out of the room ...