Glamour Shots, Chapter 19 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 19

... what’s going on? Marci says she can’t tell if you’re pissed-off or just depressed, several people have said you’re moping around like someone just ran over your dog, and, if I may say so, you look like something the cat coughed up.” My own analogy for my appearance had been a comparison to cat vomit; I spent a moment considering how interesting it was that he had chosen a nearly identical simile. “It’s nothing, Charlie, just something I have to work through.” “The party, Dave? Are you having second thoughts about staying for my hot tub party, or what went on there?” I laughed. “No, Charlie – well, yes, actually, but no, that’s not what’s bugging me. Can we talk about something else?” “Is it because you popped your rocks so fast in front of all those people, Dave? Because that’s no big deal, it happens to everyone occasionally, you just forget…” I cut him off. “Ssshhhhh! Jesus, Charlie, keep it down, would you?” He has one of those voices that tends to carry, and to ask a man who seems barely self-aware at times to be aware of others, and the fact that he might offend them, was setting the bar far too high. “And no, that has nothing to do with anything. Thanks for the reminder though; you do know how to cheer a guy up.” I looked around, and was relieved to see that there really was nobody else seated very near us. It appeared his announcement had gone unnoticed; even our server, who had been approaching our table, seemed to have missed it. We ordered our food before he went ...

... on. “Well you gotta tell someone, Dave, and you’ll find I’m a pretty good listener.” He regarded me silently for several seconds. “It’s not you and Alli, is it? You two aren’t having any marital problems or anything?” I shook my head. “No. Well…no, not really.” He just looked at me, not saying anything; finally, for reasons I’ll never understand, I went on. “It’s about the pictures she had done – you saw them. The photographer, the guy that took those, I think maybe she’s got a thing for him.” He stared at me. “Allison? Your Alli? No way, pal; she worships the ground you walk on.” “Thanks, Charlie. The thing is, he got her to strip naked for those shots, which is so totally unlike her, and she talks about him all the damn time, to me, to Rob and Sherry, at the party…it seems like he’s really in her head.” “You’re hallucinating – I think he’s only in your head!” “He made her so comfortable she took her clothes off for him, Charlie, and he touched her as he was shooting, for posing and such, and it all made her very horny doing it. Incredibly horny…not a good sign, right?” He shrugged. “I’m sure that would be normal for most women, in that situation. Fantasy stuff…you know how they are.” He paused for a moment. “We can have him beat up, if you want.” “What?!” I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right! “Beat up. I know a guy that will beat the snot out of him for about two hundred bucks. Could just break his fingers, so he doesn’t touch anyone for awhile.” “No, I don’t want him beat up – ...