The One With The Flesh Flute
The first thing I was aware of for several hours was the sound of birds chirping. Normally, this wouldn’t have registered, but the birds sounded different than the ones usually nesting outside my window. So, my brain recognized an unfamiliar situation and roused me, begrudgingly, from sleep. When I opened my eyes, I had that instinctual panic at not exactly remembering where you were or how you got there. Slowly, as consciousness took over the helm, I remembered I’d been at a party the night before, and had clearly broken Ruby’s rules.
Then I saw the tangle of blonde hair peeking out of the covers next to me and I remembered Christina.
I curled up under the covers again, sliding my hand out and resting it on her hip. I heard some muffled speech, then she started to roll over. As she did this, something brushed my hand. I jerked my hand away, instinctually knowing what happened, despite the fact that it took a moment for my brain to process. In one second, the entire night flashed back to me, and I hurled myself out of the bed. I did a quick scan of the room; it seemed we were alone, so I began searching for my clothes.
Five minutes later, I was roughly shaking Taylor awake. When his eyes finally opened, an irritated scowl on his face, I held my finger up to my mouth to advise him to stay silent and tossed his clothes at him. “We gotta go,” I whispered.
Taylor sat up slowly, pulling his clothes on. I tried to turn away as the blanket fell away from his lower body, but my eyes didn’t want me to. They fell upon his half-hard cock, and I felt a strange stir in my stomach. I forced my lids closed and turned away quickly, hoping Taylor hadn’t noticed my lingering stare at his manhood. A few moments later, I felt Taylor nudge me.
“Be quiet,” I whispered, then leaned my head against the door, listening. I heard the faint sound of water running; it sounded like it was coming from the direction of the bathroom, not the kitchen, so I cracked the door open just enough to peek out both ways down the hallway. I didn’t see anyone, and waved Taylor to follow me. We quietly snuck out of the room, slowly making our way toward the front of the house.
We were just about to reach the break in the hallway where the living room and kitchen were located when I heard someone clear their throat. I stopped short, Taylor stumbling into me. I pushed him off, then turned slowly to see who had discovered us. Christina stood behind us, smiling widely. She was wearing a large t-shirt and, from what I could make out, only a pair of panties. The t-shirt was falling off one shoulder. “Leaving so soon?” She asked with a grin.
“Uh, yeah…if our boss found out about this…” my voice trailed off, not even wanting to consider the types of torture Ruby would put us through; getting fired would be the painless option.
“Well, if you’re trying to be stealth, you’re doing it wrong.” Christina smiled, taking a step forward. “Good news is, I can make your walk of shame a little less shameful. Aside from you two well-endowed Gods, I’m the only one here. However, I must warn you that if you wait too long to leave, my husband will be back from his buddy’s house, and that might get a little awkward.”
“Husband?” Taylor and I said in unison.
Christina just smiled and winked, then nodded toward the front door. “Maybe I’m joking,” she shrugged. “Thanks for last night,” she handed me an envelope, then turned and walked back toward the bedrooms at the back of the house.
Fifteen minutes later, the sound of Taylor’s voice saying my name startled me as I pulled onto our street; it was the first time he had spoken all morning. I offered a ‘yeah?’ in acknowledgement, and waited while he cleared his throat. “Um, about last night…”
“Man, I was so drunk, I don’t even remember most of what happened after a certain point,” I said in reply. “Based on the way we woke up, I think I have the big picture–but I don’t need the details,” I added. It was a complete lie; I remembered everything that happened the night before with scary clarity–the feeling of Christina’s body, Taylor’s lips, and the sounds of the three of us moaning in a chorus of ecstasy. I remembered.
“Oh, well, yeah. Me, too. That’s all I wanted to say,” Taylor said as I parked the car.
Once upstairs in our apartment, I emptied the contents of my pockets on the kitchen table and went to take a shower. I turned the water up as hot as I could stand it and stepped in, sighing against the relaxing spray. I closed my eyes and zoned out, allowing my mind to wander. It made its way to Christina, the memory of her large breasts pressed against me, her hand wrapped around my cock. There was a familiar pull in my lower abdomen as my body remembered the feeling of her muscles contracting around me, and I could do nothing but cirlce my fingers around my erect penis, stroking my shaft, imagining Christina’s face as I did so.
Just as I was nearing the edge, Christina’s image began to morph in my mind. The image that became clear to me as I stroked faster was still blonde and blue-eyed, but this person was much more familiar to me in ways that were far less intimate; at least until last night. As I came, stars exploding behind my eyelids, I saw Taylor’s eyes staring at me, and heard his voice call my name.
I braced my free arm against the shower wall, sucking in deep breaths as I watched the water wash my mess down the drain, the sound of Taylor’s voice calling my name once more. It took me a second to realize that Taylor was actually outside the bathroom door, pounding on it and calling for me to hurry. The water was already starting to get cold. I hurried through washing my body and my hair, then stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist.
When I pulled the door open, Taylor was standing on the other side, hands on his hips. “There better be some hot water left,” he said with a glare
“Sorry,” I mumbled, pushing past him and walking toward my room with my head down. I sat down on my bed, not caring about the water still dripping from my hair. My mind was too preoccupied with the last twenty four hours of Taylor-encounters to pay attention to my mattress getting soaked. Did I really just jerk off thinking about him?
I shuddered, pushing the thought from my mind and standing up to get dressed. I was just walking out of my room when Taylor came back out of the bathroom, not even bothering to be covered by a towel. “What the fuck?!” I shouted, spinning around. “Despite what may or may not have happened last night, I do not want to see your dick, Taylor.”
“Loosen up,” He shot back with a chuckle.
I waited until I heard him close his bedroom door, then went back to the kitchen. I picked up my wallet and put it in my back pocket, then saw the envelope Christina had handed to me before we left. I opened it up and pulled out six perfectly crisp one-hundred dollar bills. The money couldn’t have been for the party–parties are always booked and paid for directly at the club, the transactions always handled by Ruby. It also couldn’t have been our tip–the tips we received came in the form of whatever bills the women stuffed in our waistbands. I flipped the envelope over, inspecting it.
Written on the front were the words Thanks for the after party.
The sound of Taylor’s door opening caught my attention and I called out for him. “Tay? Come here for a second.” A moment later, he came into the kitchen, eyebrows raised. I waved the money at him, then passed him the envelope.
“Thanks for the after party?” he inquired, handing back the envelope. His face went from confused to enlightened over the course of a few moments. “Is this…did she pay us for sex?”
“That’s what it seems like,” I put the money in the envelope. “We can’t keep this–you know we have to give it back, right?”
“Are you crazy?” Taylor snatched the envelope away from me. “Do you have any idea how genius this is?”
“Do you have any idea how illegal this is? Scratch that. Do you have any idea what Ruby would do to us if she ever found out?” I tried to point out.
“Ruby would never have to know. We could discreetly advertise a Male Escort service; word-of-mouth only, Ruby would never find out.”
“Ruby always finds out, Tay.”
“But what if she didn’t? We made almost a grand last night between the two of us, do you realize that? Those girls were throwing twenties at us, Zac. If we book parties like that more often…and we have an ‘after party’ once or twice a month…we could buy a goddamn house and stop renting this shitty apartment.”
“Taylor, if I wanted to have sex for money, I would have taken Kimi up on her porno offer. It’s not going to happen,” I replied.
Taylor grumbled something, but slapped the envelope back down on the table before walking away. I sat there, contemplating the envelope in front of me for a few minutes before I finally gave in and took the money out, dividing it in half and stuffing my three-hundred in my wallet. Taylor obviously didn’t agree with me, and I wasn’t about to return the money by myself.
I suppose that made me a horrible person, and probably a pussy as well, but I didn’t care.