“Blowjob sandwich,” he said.
I scrunched my nose. “A what?”
“Blowjob sandwich. Two chicks sucking me off at the same time.”
I looked at Kaci. She grinned and then shrugged. “We could probably arrange something.”
Dick looked at each of us and nodded. “Sounds like we’ve got some work ahead of us.”
My gaze fell to my plate of half-eaten food. It saddened me that we’d probably never see the two men again. After the party, they’d get on their motorcycles and ride off into the West Texas desert.
Kaci and I would be left to spend our lives wanting what we couldn’t get from men that were either incapable or unwilling.
A hand on my shoulder brought me out of my personal pity party.
“Glad to see everyone’s together having a good time,” Mister Shirley said.
“Hi,” Kaci said. “We’re finally eating. The food’s good.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” He patted me on the shoulder. “I was going to introduce you, but I see you’ve already met.”
I glanced over my shoulder. “Met who?”
“Richard and Randolph. The two new maintenance men. They start on January fourth, when we come back from break.”
Maintenance men?
Co-workers?
What?
I picked my jaw up from my lap and forced an awkward grin. “Yeah.” I swallowed heavily. “We, uhhm. We met already.”
Chapter 11
As soon as Mister Shirley was long gone, I glared at Dick. “You fucker.”
He feigned innocence. “What?”
“Twin brothers? Co-workers? You said you crashed the party. I thought you were--”
“I said kind of. He sent me a text at the last minute, and asked if I wanted to come. I said I wasn’t dressed for it, and he insisted that I come anyway. So, I did. I don’t work for him yet, so I kind of crashed the party.”
“I think it’s cool,” Kaci said.
I wasn’t mad, only surprised. My mind went back to the stock room, and having him fuck me while I searched through boxes.
The sexual possibilities were endless.
“Upside is this,” Randy said. “We might all get to check off the items on our bucket list.”
“True,” Kaci said.
Had I known Dick was a co-worker, I would have never done what I’d done, I knew that much. I didn’t necessarily feel cheated, nor was I angry. But, I felt the need to clear the air. Just in case.
“I don’t do boyfriends,” I said. “Just so you know.”
Dick barked out a laugh. “Having an Ol’ Lady ain’t on my list, either.”
Kaci looked at Randy.
He wrung his hands together. “I’m good either way. Let’s see how this pans out.”
“Sounds good to me,” she said.
Dick clapped his hands together. “I’m itching to spread some Christmas cheer. You ready to do this, brother?”
Randy nodded. “Always ready.”
“What?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm. “You two going out Christmas Caroling?”
Dick stood and brushed the wrinkles from his jeans. “Nope. We’re going to pay a man an overdue visit.”
“My ex?” Kaci asked.
Dick grinned. “Maybe.”
“I wish I could be there,” Kaci said. “It sucks that we can’t ride on the backs of your bikes.”
“Little black dresses don’t mix well with Harleys,” he said. “You can follow us if you want.”
Her shoulders slumped. “We didn’t drive. Company rules. We’ve got to take an Uber home.”
His brows knitted together. “A what?”
“An Uber.”
“What the fuck’s an Uber?”
“You don’t know what an Uber is?”
“Wouldn’t have asked if I knew.”
“It’s like a Taxi.”
“Why didn’t you say taxi?”
“Because it’s not a taxi, it’s an Uber.”
“It’s a broke college kid in a pickup truck that gives people rides,” Randy said with a laugh. “They do it cheaper than a taxi.”
“They’ll take you wherever you want to go?”
“Sure,” Kaci said. “As long as you pay them.”
Dick looked at Randy and then at the two of us. “I guess we’ll follow you guys, then.
Chapter 12
The front door opened. Randy stepped to the side, giving full view of the man who stood in its opening.
“That’s him,” Kaci shouted out the open window.
“You sure you’re okay with this,” I asked the driver.
With the steering wheel gripped tightly in her hands and her eyes fixed on the front porch, she gave her response.
“I’m perfectly okay with it,” she said. “When they’re done, see if they’re willing to give my ex a visit.”
I considered myself lucky.
Randy punched Josh in the face twice really fast, and then caught him as he fell. With Dick at his side, he dragged Josh’s limp body halfway to the street. Then, Josh began to struggle.
Randy smacked him again, and then got him in a choke hold. After dragging him to the side of the car, he gestured for Kaci to roll up the window.
When she did, he smashed Josh’s face against the glass.
“See that girl in there?” Randy asked. “Remember her?”
“Kaci?” Josh whined. “What’s going on?”
Kaci cracked the window. “You’re getting what you’ve deserved for a long time, asshole.”
Randy spun Josh around and punched him in the face.
Josh took a wild swing at Randy, but Randy dodged it, swinging another punch in the process. His fist plowed against the side of Josh’s head, knocking him against the hood of the car.
When he tried to stand, Randy hit him again. Then, he lifted him from the hood.
“Can you hear me?” he asked.
Josh nodded.
“Yes, or no?” Randy asked.
“Yes,” Josh sputtered through bloody lips.
“Just so we’re clear,” Randy said. “This is for what you’ve done to that girl. If you ever come in contact with her for any reason, or if you ever touch another girl like that again, my brother and I will come back here, and I’ll mop these streets with your stupid ass. We clear?”
Josh nodded.
Randy punched him in the stomach several times, causing Josh to vomit.
I thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn’t. While Josh attempted to lower himself to his knees, Randy punched him in the face repeatedly. Eventually, Josh crumbled into a pile of battered flesh in front of the car.
The Uber driver rolled down her window. “Kick him in the nuts,” she shouted. “For me.”
Randy looked at Kaci. Kaci cracked the window. “Okay by me.”
Randy drew his foot back, swung it toward Josh’s crotch, and kicked him in the balls so hard it scooted him across the asphalt two feet.
“That was awesome,” the driver said.
“I hate that prick,” Kaci said.
Using Josh’s hair as a handle, Randy dragged him all the way to the front porch, and then tossed him onto the steps. While Dick stood guard at the porch, Randy walked back to the car.
Kaci rolled down the window. “Thank you.”
“Hell, we’re not done yet,” he said with a laugh. “But you can go ahead and go. Probably don’t want to see the rest of it.”
“Probably not.” She stuck her head out the window. “Thanks, again.”
He kissed her softly. Then, he kissed her again, like he meant it.
“See you New Year’s Eve?” she asked.
“Yep.”
She smiled. “Can’t wait.”
He turned toward the house, paused, and then waved.
We waved in return.
I rolled my window down and waved at Dick. “See you New Year’s Eve.”
He kicked Josh in the nuts and then waved. “See ya,” he shoute
d.
The driver shifted the car in reverse, and backed out of the driveway. “That’s awesome that you’ve got a guy like that,” she said.
“We just met ‘em,” Kaci said.
The driver gave her a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”
“We just met ‘em. Tonight. At our Christmas party.”
She put on the brakes and turned to face Kaci. “Seriously?”
Kaci nodded. “I swear.”
The driver exhaled a long breath and then chuckled. “That’s fucking awesome.”
“Best Christmas ever,” Kaci said.
I imagined she truly felt that way. As sick as it seemed, I was glad she was able to see Josh get what he deserved. Despite the violence, it truly was a great Christmas.
The thought of working with Dick and Randy frightened me and excited me both, but excited me more than anything. Time would tell if fucking him was a wise decision or a poor one.
I knew I’d never regret the events of that night, though.
If anything, I’d cherish them. Until we created memories that could replace them.
The thought of doing so made me fidget in my seat.
“Agreed,” I said as I watched Dick slam Josh against the side of the house. “This was the best Christmas ever.”
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