Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... ugly, and so that's the first thing that comes out.

"She wasn't even wearing a fucking collar," I say. "You know that I--"

"'Don't fuck around with collared girls,'" Jack says at the exact same time I do. Yeah, she definitely knows. "No, Corin. I meanGwyn."

Fuck. "Fuck."

"Yeah."

I take another sip of coffee and sigh. It's a very teenaged sigh, so at least I'm progressing past tantrum-throwing childhood.

"What the fuck is there to say? I fucked around with a collared girl and found out."

"That's it?" Jack asks. Her tone is on the razor's edge. Maybe, justmaybe she'd believe me if I left it at that.

"No," I say. "Of course that's not it, but I don't want to sound like I'm blaming everyone else for my fuckups."

Jack's eyes and voice both dry up completely. "Yeah, just go ahead and do that. I'll manage."

Again,ouch, but fair. Still, permission to bitch is permission to bitch. When you get it, use it.

"She said she was sick of being on call -- sick of a man who was never around. She wanted a cock of her own, and said mine was the best she'd ever had. She said she loved me. She said she liked me. We... we fuckin' did shit together -- normal shit. But also, well..."

"Shit," Jack says. "She was collared and plugged, but she let you fuck her in the ass."

It's nice to be taken seriously. With that bit of deduction, she sounds like she is. It'd be gratifying, if only she weren't forcing me to relive the worst story of my whole fucking life -- ...

... well, my whole fucking lifeso far.

"And she fucking loved it," I say, "or I thought she did. And it was amazing for a while, and then one day she just...poof. Gone. She didn't even take her fucking toothbrush."

"To a compound, probably."

"Yeah. Probably. Unless you believe in those 'crazy conspiracies.'"

"Which of course you don't," Jack says in a warning tone.

I pause, and choose my next words very carefully. "For a while, I thought maybe she played me -- used me to make him jealous."

Jack stares me down for a few moments, still worried I've gone down a very dark rabbit hole. Then she lets it go -- or seems to, anyway. "I want to say 'not likely,' but... the ass."

"Yeah. The ass."

"So," she says, "the headshrink angle is pretty obvious."

I sigh. "Yeah. I know. It's insultingly obvious. I'm searching for love and validation, and emotional trauma has hardwired me into believing that I'll never find it unless a girl lets me sodomize her. So now, it's all I want. It's an obsession, and it's ruining my life." My tone is bitchy and dismissive -- one last defense mechanism -- but the words spill out too easily, and the dry, hollow bitterness on my tongue tastes an awful lot like truth.

Jack nods, impressed. "Okay. That's a hell of a lot of time saved, right there. Thank you, Corin. I know that must've sucked to rehash, but I really needed to hear it. Thank you."

"I feel like such a phony," I tell her. "It hurts to be so simple -- to be so...solved. It ...