Iris (The Wild Side)(10)

“You trying again to get me to show you my dick?” he asked her.
“You afraid to show it to me?”
He waved her off. “Go ask Coffee, if you want to know. You won’t be seeing it, not while you work for me.”
“Tyrant,” she muttered.
“But for the record, I think Coffee was doing me a disservice. I’d say it’s nine and a half inches hard.”
She rolled her eyes and turned her attention on me, which was not an improvement.
She sat down next to me on the sofa I was sprawled out on, getting way too close.
“He gets off on being withholding,” she told me, her hand on my thigh.
She pressed her big, hard, fake tits against my side as she leaned in close to whisper loudly, “I’m hoping you like to get off on something else.”
Fuck.
I was so sexually frustrated that I almost considered it, but I didn’t actually want her so much as relief and distraction, and, illogical or not, it felt wrong, and I felt guilty for entertaining it for even a millisecond.
“I’m with someone,” I said, and even I didn’t know if that was a total lie.
I preferred to think of it as a slight exaggeration.
“I’m cool with that,” Candy purred. “She can join us.”
“On that note, I think it’s time for me to go,” I said, standing abruptly.
“I’ll walk you out,” Turner said, laughter in his voice. “Candy, back off. You’re scaring him. He’s old school.”
I didn’t look back to see how she responded to that.
“God, she’s aggressive,” I said. It wasn’t a compliment.
“It’s that generation. The gender roles are reversing. They come after us now.”
I shook my head. I was too old for this shit.
“Coffee?” I asked as we moved through his house. “Is that really someone’s name?”
“The name I gave her. I name them all. Coffee got the name because she actually makes decent coffee. Damn, I miss her. Candy doesn’t even know how to work the machine.”
I laughed. The bastard kind of deserved to have to make his own coffee.
“Oh, man, I almost forgot to tell you,” he called out when I’d reached my car. “That pool party next week—the one I finally got you to agree to come to—I just found out Tammy is piggy backing her way into it, going as the plus one to one of my friends. How do you want me to handle it? Should I ban her? It’s up to you. I never liked her, anyway.”
I found myself blissfully unaffected by this. I waved a careless hand in the air. “It’s up to you. I don’t have a preference. I don’t really care if she comes or not. She’s unpleasant, but I’m past caring about that. Not my problem anymore.”
“Her new man won’t be there, if that makes you feel any better.”
“Not particularly. She’s way more likely to hit on me if he’s not around.”
“That’s right. You hit that several times after she left. How long after? Was there overlap with your Iris?”
“No, no overlap. Several months gap, actually.”
“But you did screw Tammy after you were separated, right?”
I flushed. I might have admitted this to him when we’d gotten uncharacteristically drunk a few weeks ago. “Yeah. Barely.”
“I get it, man. It was like an angry revenge screw, right? You stuck it to the bitch that stuck it to you, and as a bonus, you got to cuckold her new man, just like he’d done to you. A bit of tit for tat.”
He wasn’t wrong, but I still didn’t feel good about it. I liked to think I’d evolved since then, as I was positive I wouldn’t be falling into that messed up pattern again.
I’d found new messed up patterns to obsess about these days.







CHAPTER SIX

I was working at my desk in my office, exactly two weeks and three days since Iris had given me extreme blue balls in a strip mall, when my phone rang.
I glanced at the lit screen of my cell.
It was an unknown number? but since Iris, I always picked up, no matter what, though it was never her.
“Hello,” I said into the phone, fully expecting it to be a telemarketer, who I planned to promptly end the call with. This had been the case the last three times I’d picked up an unknown number.
“Dair,” came Iris’ voice, all breathy into my ear.
“Iris,” I said, reclining my office chair enough to give me room to breathe through a suddenly tight air passage. “Where are you?”
“Nowhere close, unfortunately. I just wanted to hear your voice.”
I knew the feeling. I closed my eyes, letting her voice wash over me.
“When will I see you again?” I asked her.
“Soon. Very soon. I . . . can’t stop fantasizing about you.” Her breath caught. “All the time. I’m in the bathroom right now, masturbating again, thinking about what you do to me.”
I pinched the tip of my cock hard through my clothes.
Phone sex? This was new, but crazy as it was, I wasn’t going to say no.
“What are you wearing?” I asked her, voice rough as I stroked myself over my gym shorts.
“A dress. I’m wearing that little white dress I had on that last time, when you took me on the stairs. Remember it?”
I shifted on the chair until I could yank my dick free.
I fisted myself bare. “Oh yeah.”
“I have the top unbuttoned. I had to sew the part you ripped, but my breasts are hanging out. My nipples are hard. I’m watching myself in the mirror, and I have my skirt pushed up. I’m fingering myself over my panties.”