Beautiful Losers (Modern Erotic Classics) by Remittance Girl

Author:Remittance Girl
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781472106384
Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:

EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE

Getting up and going to work felt surreal. I crept out of Jean’s apartment early, leaving them sleeping in a puppy-huddle, because I had to go home and get clothes.

It was still dark when I let myself into the house. Lizzie had fallen asleep on the couch with the TV on. An artful and precarious pyramid of beer cans stood on the floor by one limp, dangling hand.

In the shower, I waited for the water to flush away my sense of unreality. Last week seemed like a year ago. I was sore and still stank of sex and chocolate. If I closed my eyes, I could still feel Jean’s tongue in my mouth and Sebastian moving inside me. Doing my very best to ignore it, to push it out of my mind, I got dressed, chugged instant coffee and made my way to work.

My day job was officially office manager at a company that supplied sound systems to live music venues and other public events. What that meant was that I occasionally typed a letter, filled out the booking orders (since I was the only employee with legible handwriting), and sometimes made coffee. But more than any of those tasks, my main duty was to unscrew the grills off microphones, pop out the foam, and clean them in a bucket of soapy water. If that sounds like a disgusting job, you’re underestimating it. For one thing, vocalists with lipstick made my life hell. Then there was all the stale spit. On a good day, I got to solder broken jack connections and wrap cable.

It seemed that everyone had tied one on the night before, because I was the first one to arrive. I put the coffee machine on, played the messages on the answering machine and settled down to test and sort through broken cables.

I interacted, I responded, I drifted through the day like a ghost. Lunchtime made my stomach squirm and by the afternoon, as I sorted through the equipment orders, all I could think about was the memory of my skin burning as the chocolate hit it. Just before five, the phone rang, and I picked it up, assuming it was a customer.

‘Sweetwater Sound,’ I droned.

‘Why aren’t you riding my cock?’

My co-workers milled around, walking past the desk, eyeing me. Impossible as I knew it to be, I could have sworn they could hear the other side of the call. I flushed.

‘Sebastian?’

‘Well, I fucking hope you’re not riding anyone else’s cock. Unless it’s Jean’s, of course.’

‘I’m at work,’ I whispered, as if that would make anything better. ‘Can I call you back later?’

‘No.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I’m in a cab outside your run-down, shithouse of an office at this very moment. You get off at five, don’t you?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well, get your very sweet ass out here then. The meter’s running.’

‘Where’s Jean?’ I asked, grabbing my coat off the back of my office chair and putting it on.

‘He’s got some gastronomy award ceremony to attend. It started at four and goes till whenever.

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