I couldnāt believe she said that to me. Was I overreacting at the time?
Maybe.
No matter what though, I couldnāt shake that icky feeling her statement gave me, and it showed in how I treated the nightclub patrons and my co-workers. Word reached the club owner, so she called me up to her office to have a chat.
āPlease,ā Linda said as she sat behind her desk, āhave a seat.ā
āIf itās all the same to you, I prefer to stand.ā
āAlright.ā She nodded and pouted her lips. āSo tell me, Jon, whatās up with you tonight, huh?ā
I sucked my teeth and looked away for a second, but Linda clapped her hands at me and stood abruptly.
āHey! Donāt you suck ya goddamn teeth at me; I asked you a question. Why are you being such a dick to everyone tonight? As a bouncer, youāre our customersā first pointĀ of contact, and the others told me they saw people turning away after seeing how rough youāve been, so spill it.ā
I raised a hand. āEarlier today, me and my girl had a conversation andā¦ā
āAnd?ā
āItās a little embarrassing.ā
āSo embarrassing itās worth losing a nightās pay?ā She folded her arms and tapped her right foot.
āYouād do me like that?ā
āHell yeah! Iām running a business here, Jon, and tonight, youāre bad for business.ā
I sighed and wrinkled my nose, then said, āThe conversation was aboutā¦ dick size.ā
āAh.ā
āYeah. She said it was okay but not good enough for a one night stand. Said I had āboyfriend dick.āā
āOh wow. Well, thatās what your ass gets for bringing it up. Nothing good ever comes from that conversation.ā
āActually, she was the one who brought it up.ā
Linda slapped her chest and jutted her neck back so quick, her hoops and curly afro bounced.
āYeah.ā I nodded and ground my molars.
āJon, I am so sorry. Thatās some backhanded, vile shit, though. How could she say that?ā
āWho knows? Planting seeds to end things, maybe?ā
My boss stepped from behind her desk and leaned back on the front of it. Her hips seemed broader as her bottom squished onto the edge.
āForgive me for saying this, but your girlfriendās a jackass.ā
āAlready forgiven.ā
āAlso, if you donāt already know, ya dick aināt small, chief.ā
I laughed ā well cackled ā for the first time since that demoralizing conversation earlier that day and asked, āAnd how would you know that?ā
āYouāre always printingā¦ quite boldly might I add.ā She smiled and then dimmed her eyes until they were slits, and she released a chortle. āLetās prove her wrong.ā
āWhat do you mean?ā
āShe said you aināt packing enough heat for a one night stand, right? Well, letās prove her ass wrong. Gotta make it quick though, ācause I got a meeting in five minutes with some of the new bartenders in here.ā
āBoss, stop playing.ā I waved her off and chuckled, but her face remained stolid as she stood up off the desk, turned and bent over.
āSounds like somebodyās satisfied only being good enough to have āboyfriend dick.ā Maybe you aināt got the type to be tearing shit up.ā She shrugged her shoulders and slowly straightened her stance before I closed the distance and palmed the back of her neck. As I pushed her face down onto the desk, my other hand flipped up the tail of her evening dress and pulled her g-string down to just above her knees.
āSo all of you muthafuckas gonna test me today, huh? āBoyfriend dickā my ass!ā I snarled as I dropped my pants, smacked her fleshy backside with my meat, and slipped it into her slimy slit.
āJesus Fuā¦ā Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes rolled into her head. Usually, Iād go slow in the beginning and build a rhythm, but I was in no mood that day.
Absolutely none.
From the get-go, I plunged my rod into her without due care and repeated this every two to three seconds for the initial thrusts. Then, it advanced to grabbing her hip tightly and increasing the pace until her butt cheeks bounced off of my pelvis like a beach ball.
āYou fuckingā¦ ooh shhhit, you fucking bastard,ā she croaked. I grabbed a fistful of Lindaās hair, and she looked at me with her lips curled outwards, teeth clenched and a foaming mouth.
āLinda?ā A voice from outside hollered, followed by a knocking on the door.
āFuck,ā the boss whispered. āTheyāre already here.ā
āThen we better finish up quick then.ā I gave her a wicked smile, which she mirrored. The proceeding fuck was so intense her clapping buttocks overshadowed the trance music playing downstairs. My hand covered her mouth, and she swore and trembled upon reaching orgasm. She mustāve had advanced healing powers because, within seconds, she was at full strength again and threw her plump rear into me until I exploded inside of those sugar walls. The growl that escaped me made Linda fumble to grab my neck and plant my mouth onto her shoulder to muffle the noise.
āBoss,ā said another voice behind the door. āYou in there?ā
āJust give me a minute!ā Linda and I giggled like a duo of goofy teenagers as we tried to get ourselves back in order. She scurried ā faster than the nut trickling down her leg ā behind the desk, adjusted her facial expression, and so did I. We then nodded at each other, and I approached her door to unlock it and expose the awaiting bartenders.
āHey, guys,ā I told them. āSorry about the delay. Boss is all yours.ā
āThank you for your time, Jon,ā Linda said. āI donāt wanna hear any more complaints about you, hear me?ā
āYouāve got my word, boss.ā
With that, I gave her and my colleagues one last respectful nod and returned to my station with an extra pep in my step.