I walked around my kitchen I’m my boxers, idly scratching my balls as I thought about the night before. I thought about the woman who wouldn’t give me her name but let me into her body, not that she was the first to be like that but she felt different from nameless groupies and random women and I thought about the woman who was a no show and how I was glad in the end that she hadn’t ended up turning up.
In the end I had to go in to the studio just to try and distract myself from thinking about the nameless beauty, my upper thigh muscles burned from the force I’d fucked her with last night, I tried but my aching hamstrings wouldn’t let me run away from my thoughts today at all.
As I pulled into my parking space at the car lot I groaned, bashing my head against the steering wheel lightly, Paul and Porter were already here.
Remembering the text I sent the pair of them I chuckled walking into the building “Well look who it ain’t” Paul’s deep voice boomed down the corridor towards me, he followed it looking at his watch, trying to make a point that I was late I supposed, but this place was mine and therefore was all about me so I’d turn up whenever the fuck I wanted to.
“Afternoon pencil dick, so pleased you could join us” he says sarcastically, I glare at him silently before pushing past and entering my studio, I’m not rising to that mother fuckers bait today.
I’m just sitting in my chair as the door opens and the terrible twins walk in, Porter smirking and Paul with a shit eating grin across his face, I spin my chair round in disgust.
“Are you still mad at me bro?” Porter asks sitting on the couch opposite me.
“Livid” is my one worded reply, I’m not really but I’m going to enjoy yanking these two dicks chain.
“I tried calling her but her phone is off, I don’t know what happened. She was up for it I promise” Porter is so apologetic I almost feel sorry for him.
“Shit!” a memory pops into my head that has me fishing my phone out and looking for the number ‘Vivienne’ stored in there last night.
“What’s up man?” Paul is going to love this one, “I fucked this chick last night, I just remembered I was bare.. Fucking hell!” how did I forget that and what the actual fuck was I thinking I always jacket up, even with some of my more long-term acquaintances, protect yourself Marshall.
“You fucking idiot, how many times do I have to tell you to look after yourself, do you need me to go buy you some condoms Marshall?”
“What! No! Fuck off and chill out Dad, I’m sure she was fine” I hope she was fine anyway, Porter is quiet in the background trying to hold onto the laughter that threatens to erupt while Paul plays Dad.
“Well when your tiny dick shrivels up and drops off don’t come complaining to me Marshall, I mean it, I’m not suing this woman for loss of dick because you were thinking with the wrong head” I laugh and Porter laughs loudly at Paul’s face, he’s gone bright red and he has enormous veins popping out on his forehead “haven’t seen him that cross since our D12 days” Porter remarks through his laughter.
“Yeah you remember that girl in Sweden, I thought he was going to have a coronary when he found out her ID was fake” Porter and I hold onto our bellies hurting with laughter at remembering that one time.
“That wasn’t fucking funny and still isn’t, the only reason your ass isn’t in jail and continues not to be is because of me, so pull your shit together” Porter and I bow our heads quietly, he’s right, I’m a lucky bastard that he managed to consign that to just rumour.
Paul takes his seat again sighing and counting to ten quietly, I manage to calm myself down quite quickly. “What’s her name Marshall? I’ll keep eyes and ears peeled on social media, squash anything before it becomes a problem” he sounds fed up with my antics and I kinda don’t blame him, at forty eight years old I should and do know better.
