Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress

17 September 2015

Pickups, and Hook-ups
This bar is unapologetically a dive. It's a good night not too crowded, nor are my and my friends the only people here.  Everyone I know has gone to the patio to smoke.
 I notice her tall, blonde little black dress she's hard to miss. I grab My Tanqueray, and tonic and walk to the jukebox.  Digital effects, or maybe it's the gin.  " Play something I can dance to," She asks' s.
"I can't feel my face, " I answer. While selecting the song.
She touches my cheek, and asks, "Are you feeling sick, or are you really, really high?" She asks nervously giggling, flipping her hair.
"Your name officer?" I answer.
  "Maddie" She answers laughing.
 "I'm not high, or sick. I was asking if you liked that song by the weeknd? She and her friend start laughing, as the song comes on Maddie and friend start dancing, there's not a dance floor, but there is a clear space in front of the dartboard.  Her friend is a petite Brunette   also in cocktail attire. They dance sensually with each other stroking and playing. They now have my undivided attention. Maddie locks eyes with me and then takes her friends hand brings up to her face starts sucking her finger. Her friend is pressing against her.
 After the song Maddie comes over, and says, "Katie Lynn and I do everything together, that scare you?
"Intrigues me, but I think I want another drink.
Oh yeah, She says "I am going   to the lady's, don't stop thinking about me." I watch her walk away and her walk is sexy as if her hips were fluid, I can see her hip bones. She is tight.
 "Sweet walk, " Katie Lynn says and brings me back to earth. I hand her a margarita.  She sits next to me and begins to talk, "Maddie and me are roomies, she likes you, but, she's coming home with Me." laughing hand on my thigh. Maddie sits on the other side of me; whispers back "Check your pocket when you're alone."
I down my drink in one swallow and kiss Maddie excuse myself. The women giggling behind I take out my phone text my friend, that something came I will be back. She's downing drinks talking to her bestie. I won't be missed.
In my pocket are Middies' purple lacy panties, and a note "I have Civ Pro early let's go somewhere, now, or never."  I go back to the bar. I take Maddie by the hand I am going to get some air, come with me." She says something to Katie Lynn, I watch her slide off the stool her body has me in a trance.
Outside the door Maddie says "Who's the bitch?" her tone is at once amused and angry.
"What are we talking about?" I answer.
"When you kissed me, there was someone else on your mind
"You're projecting love, you're daft, and you're human Viagra. I am focused on you!" I answer. How do women always bloody know? I am trying to drink, a sexy virus off my mind
"You're sure," she pleads.  I just kiss her She puts my hand on her labia, which is moist. I trace circles' on her clit. Her hips are moving rhythmically we are leaning against a grey pickup; I pull her in the bed of the truck I roll on top of her. She rolls me over straddles me pulls her dress over her head unbuttons my jeans. Even in the dark. I can see her easily she moans and screams, moans, claws my back when I lean up to kiss her, and suck her nipples.  She screams, grinds and rides me to a shuddering orgasm.
 "Get dressed this isn't my truck,"  I tell her. I pull me jeans up.
 "You're bastard, but fuck that was fun. We will have to do this again, Maddie says leaving.
I realise that, even as I watch her walk away, that  sexy virus is still in my brain.

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