Bookstore Confessions: Hold the Cream 💦

Before I could walk through his door, he grabbed me and flung me hard against the wall. For a geek, he sure was strong...

It was a rude awakening at six in the morning, the heavy thuds echoing through the house. Groaning, I buried my head deeper into the pillow, desperately clinging to the hope of squeezing out a few more hours of sleep before diving into work stuff. Johnny and I had been partying hard at Club BB, a favorite haunt of ours in downtown Las Vegas. By the time the clock struck four, I knew it was time for me to call it a night.

BAM - BAM - BAM

I rolled out of bed, tumbling to the floor in search of my closet. My eyes were still half-closed. I fumbled around until I found my trusty bat. Storming downstairs, I was ready to give whoever was making that racket a piece of my mind. But before I could even knock, Johnny swung the door open, stark naked.

“Hey…” he greeted, looking sheepish.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me. It’s six fucking o’clock in the morning,” I grumbled, pushing past him.

Surveying the chaos of Johnny’s room, I shot him a disapproving look. “Clean your damn room,” I scolded, yanking the covers off his bed to reveal two naked twins entangled in each other’s arms. Judging by the smell lingering in the air, they were all high as kites—including Johnny.

“Look, fuck without bumping against the damn wall,” I warned, brandishing my bat for emphasis. “If I hear one more thud, I’m coming back down here and shoving this up y’all asses... and not in a good way.”

As I turned to leave, I leaned in to whisper to Johnny, “I want to see the video when you’re done.”

Johnny had a habit of recording all his sexual escapades, capturing every angle imaginable. From the down low to the high up, and even the bathroom cam—nothing was off-limits. Sometimes we’d sit and watch together, poking fun at the bottoms who couldn’t handle Johnny’s prowess or the ones who just wouldn’t stop screaming. Johnny would often have to resort to stuffing their mouths with his underwear just to shut them up.

After nabbing a few more hours of sleep and a quick shower, I packed my things to head out to suck the day’s dick. Thinking about heading into the office gave me pause. Ever since the new Vice President showed up, things had been a bit complicated. I had a feeling he was sweet on me, but I wasn’t looking for that kind of entanglement at work. One time flings in the office? Yeah, those usually ended in disaster, and I wasn’t about to take that risk. It was better to keep things professional and avoid any potential drama.

Johnny was busy raiding the fridge for snacks after servicing the two girls downstairs. “Twins, huh?” I teased, grabbing a yogurt for myself. Johnny, in his favorite blue jogging pants that left little to the imagination, raised an eyebrow at me. We had a playful flirtation going on, even though we both knew nothing would ever happen between us.

“Where are you off to?” he asked between bites of his apple.

“Do I need your permission to leave the house?” I shot back with a grin.

He chuckled. “Maybe.”