1. Yes


    Date: 1/14/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: Verbal, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    For Marta Words failed him. He maintained his cool while he stood in the cramped efficiency of his supervisor’s office, and in his supervisor’s supervisor’s office as well. He even kept it together while cleaning out his desk, as his coworkers stopped in one by one to say good-bye. His cubicle neighbor Neil came over and gave him a three-slaps-on-the-back man-hug and promised they’d catch a baseball game soon. Hot Jackie from accounting came by and gave him a long tight hug, behaving a little more flirtatiously than usual, though he didn’t know if the reason was pity or desire. A few invitations were extended to go out and get drunk, let’s catch a ballgame, let’s stay in touch, hang in there, yada yada yada, and suddenly he was blinking in the harsh early afternoon sun with a cardboard box full of office supplies in his arms. Just like fired people do on TV shows. Nothing to do, nowhere to go but back to his apartment. He was tempted to go to a bar, have a few I-just-lost-my-job shots of bourbon, a couple beer backs, try to get laid, but bars are such sad places in early afternoon. Sun streaming through the windows, painting the air in shadows and beams of bright light. Old men drinking beer and watching soap operas. Middle-aged functioning-alcoholic businessmen sneaking out for a quick belt before going back to the office. He couldn’t go back home. He’d just lie on the couch and watch TV, probably end up getting bored and jerking off to relieve the tension and ennui, and ...
    how fucking sad is that? To be alone, jerking off on a couch in the middle of the afternoon after just having lost your job? Fuck that. He decided to go see a movie. It didn’t matter which one. He wanted a place where it was dark and anonymous and familiar. Where he could hide for an hour and a half, forget himself in the comfort of a fiction before walking out into the leaning shadows of dusk at the end of a long stupid day and try to figure out what he was going to do next with his life. He hadn’t even known the name of the movie. Hector’s Search for Happiness, something like that. The title of the movie didn’t much matter. He was alone, it was mid-afternoon, he had just lost his job. She stood in front of him in the line for the concession stand. She was buying a small box of Jujubes and a Diet Coke. The line was long, and moved slowly. As he waited and grew bored he took in more and more of her. She seemed cute, from behind. That curve of ass hidden behind a temptingly short skirt. The lively flare of her hips, the tight bend of her waist. The most alluring detail was her large mass of brown hair, curly and wild, disheveled and inexplicably charismatic, as if the wildness of her hair mirrored something equally wild within her, something unknown and unnamed. She wore glasses. He loved girls in glasses. He kept trying to catch a glimpse of her face. Occasionally she would turn her head to look at some random noise, some peripheral movement, and he strained at her profile to ...
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