As for today—shit show. So much crying. I couldn’t even keep myself together around my coworkers or the customers. I was a sobbing mess every which way I went. As I was walking outside to take a breath, Kaden and Juozas simultaneously saw me. I felt embarrassed, telling Juozas he caught me at a really bad time.
I went downstairs to work, but I felt I couldn’t make eye contact with any of the sisters. As soon as Yanira saw the redness in my eyes, I burst into tears. All three of them held me, then proceeded to waddle me over to the back office. Yanira held my face to her chest as I weeped. Then the guy from yesterday who was giving me shit about the towels came in. He was about to say something but then stopped himself once he saw me in tears.
“Do you need something?” I asked.
“Uh, just come find me later,” he said.
Later on I did and he goes, “I just wanted to tell you don’t burn the place down today.”
God, I genuinely didn’t vibe with sarcasm. I really preferred when people would just drop stuff.
When I told the girls it was my period, they immediately empathized and told me to go lay down for a moment to regather myself. I went to Axle’s room, curled up on his bed and cried in the fetal position for about 20 minutes. I was telepathically telling him to come in and so he did. Something about his presence brought ease to my mind. After a couple more minutes I was good to go again. Not really, but I felt I had to show up for work.
After a few hours of folding laundry, I went upstairs and momentarily talked to Vance.
“I feel like Kaden’s mad at me,” I said, “he’s been super standoffish with me today.”
“He’s not mad at you,” he said, “he’s just going through a heartbreak.”
Apparently, he was trying hard to make a relationship work with some chick for two years and then it blew up. (Probably would’ve helped if you didn’t let the new chick blow you.)
Back in the laundry room, I sat on the stool with my head in my hands, feeling like absolute death. It took all of my energy just to lift my head and look up when I felt someone’s presence in front of me. When I saw it was Kaden, I closed my diary.
“I’m on my moon,” I said, giving some justification as to why I appeared cold.
He sat down. “Is there anything else?” he asked, figuring it may have been because of the rumors. I reassured him I really didn’t care much about that, I was used to it.
“If anything, I find it annoying when people don’t approach me and say it to my face,” I said.
He nodded, then began to ask me to read what I wrote about him in my diary when I first met him. I blushed and said no, but I low-key wanted to. He made it clear it wasn’t a question. So, I began to flip through the pages. Eventually, I found the entry I was looking for—the one where I was at breakfast fantasizing about what his face might look like on my pussy.
I began reading it to him. I blushed bright red and my voice began to shake upon hearing myself express my naughty thoughts out loud. “No, I can’t. This is too intimidating,” I said.
“That’s the point,” he said as he casually twirled the blue tipped toothpick with his tongue. He pushed his stool in closer, placed his hands in his pockets. “Can’t you see? You’re getting me hard.”
My chest rising and falling, I let out a heated sigh. I continued the entry, admitting how I was sitting in a way that would make him wonder what I might look like getting fucked by him from behind.
“Mm,” he groaned, “no one sits like that unless they’re wanting to get fucked.”
I bit my lip. “You’re right.”
He asked if getting fucked might help me feel better. I said yes. I thought he was serious, but I should’ve known I was dealing with Kaden. He scoped out the area. We both got a sketchy sense it was not the time to do it, but he wanted his cock sucked so I wasn’t going to say no to my boss. We figured the back office was our best bet. He did a final check outside then came back and pulled his cock out up and over his pants, dangling it in front of my face.
As soon as I tasted him, my mouth filled with saliva. I absorbed the feel of him as he thrusted his hips into me. He held onto the door frame for balance, leaning back as he kept on a lookout. He inched himself deeper down my throat while I lost further hold of my senses. He told me to suck faster because he was about to cum—quick and to the point, knowing I would gladly take anything I would get. Once he unloaded into my mouth, he slipped his cleaned up cock back into his pants and left.
I felt high and smiley going back to work, now extra satisfied and refreshed. Twenty minutes later, I went into the storage room to see what the Dominican sisters were up to. They all fixed their eyes on me, then gave me the ‘tsk tsk’ motion with their fingers.
Darianna says, “I saw you Freyja.”
I gave them a confused look, trying to figure out what they were talking about. Then, my eyes widened. Oh no. The back office was in complete view of the storage room—the only place we didn’t check. When it hit me, my stomach sank and my face turned beet red.
“NOOO!” I screamed in a low pitched voice.
All of them started laughing. Darianna goes, “Is okay, is okay. I saw, I understood you need privacy. Is okay.”
I couldn’t even comprehend the information being given to me. I slapped my palm to my forehead, utterly speechless.
The other girls chimed in. “Do you like him?”
“I mean, yeah, but not like that.” I rapidly shook my head, trying to get the image of them catching me out of my mind. “I can’t even look at you guys right now,” I said as I hid my face with my hand.
They laughed once more, reiterating over and over again that they really didn’t care. Darianna said once she saw what was happening, she just shut her ears, claiming she didn’t hear anything.
“I told my sisters to give you two some space,” she said.
Welp, the perception they had of me was now shattered. From once having pictured me as the very ‘quiet’ and ‘to herself’ girl, I was now anything but that.
After work, I saw Kaden. “Hey guess what?” I asked.
“Hm?”
“Housekeepers saw me blowing you.”
“Nooo! How?! We need to tell them to ‘callate la boca.’”
And the way he said that. Oh my God. I went straight from being in the moment with him to all of sudden picturing him towering over me with his virile cock placed on my cheek… watching me with his detached eyes as I would beg for more of him.
“Callate la boca, bitch,” as he stuffs my mouth with his chocolate cock.
God, I really was stupidly distracted by hot men. It’s like they would start talking and I would just be in my own world about how their tongues moved or what their hands might feel like on my skin, completely unaware of what we were initially conversing about.
I grabbed dinner with Juozas at the EDR. The moment we sat down was exactly when the conversation steered completely towards sex. I leaned my back into the chair as I casually let him know I just got caught blowing the black dude in the office. His eyes widened. This was another very taboo thing for most Europeans—hooking up with people that weren’t the same race/ethnicity as you. I’d say more in the older generation, probably not so much anymore.
“Which one?” he asked.
I gestured with my head. “The tall one over there.”
He started calling me the devil, followed by “Godule” (a cute/innocent way to say my given name.)
“We’ve known each other for what, a total of five hours?” he asked, surprised by how blunt I was yet interested in knowing more.
I couldn’t hide my true colors for long, plus I’d probably be the most entertaining thing for him here. And for me, talking about sex at least seemed to alleviate the intensity of needing to be stuffed. He quickly joined me in dirty conversation, curious about what fire laid behind my innocent act.
“So you’re into black guys?” he asked.
“I wasn’t up until I met Kaden.” I said. “Now, I’m hooked.”
Within a few minutes, Juozas and I were both laughing to the point of tears. We were surrounded by people as we were saying the raunchiest things, however nobody could understand a word we were saying. During a pause in conversation, I wiped the tears that my eyelashes had collected and caught my breath. He did, too.
“I want some dessert,” he said, changing the topic.
“I could give you some dessert,” I said, chuckling at yet another innuendo.
He lifted his eyebrows curiously.
I returned the expression, then said, “No, but seriously, I have lots of chocolate. Follow me.”
I led the way into my room and closed the door behind us. A group of girls saw us and I thought to myself how there was probably about to be a lot of talk just over that.
“Oooo, she brought him into her room!”
“They closed the door—you know what that means!”
“They were having sex!”
“What a slut.”
God, I really hated when the rumors were better than the actual experience. Sad to say, nothing happened other than actually eating chocolate. Afterwards, he took me to his room since he offered me some vitamin I to help alleviate the cramps.
“I know something that would help much more than pills,” I said.
He shook his head then opened the door. I was speechless at how nice his space was in comparison to us lodgies. They had given him a guest room for the time being as that’s all they currently had available.
“Oh, you’re gonna be disappointed going from this to employee lodging,” I said, “just as a heads up.”
He sat down on a chair beside the bed. No matter how hard we tried to divert it, the conversation still steered towards sexual innuendos.
“What did you write about me?” he asked as he crossed his legs.
“It’s a secret.”
As a joke, he put his hand in his pants then insinuated grabbing his cock and jerking it. “Come on, read it for me.”
“That’s exactly what Kaden did when I read an entry for him,” I said. “It led to me sucking him off.”
He started laughing as he jolted his hand out of his pants. “God, I can’t say anything to you without you making it into something.”
Next, he opened the drawer by his bedside and pulled out a holy Bible. He flipped through the pages then started to read a paragraph. I watched him reading words that were so pure—thought I would snatch him right out of that innocence.
“You should keep reading that while I go down on you,” I said, envisioning myself on my knees and holding his cock with my hands in prayer.
Thank You, Holy Spirit for giving me this young man’s cock. Please forgive me for the sins I’m about to commit.
He blushed, dodging all of my curveballs. I was completely aware he had a girl, but I still insisted.
I tilted my head sweetly. “You don’t have to do anything,” I said. “Technically, it’s not cheating if I’m doing all of the work.”
He shook his head, aware now who he was dealing with. “Oh Godule, Godule. If I got with you, there would be no going back,” he said, then began rubbing his temples, as if I was a headache he couldn’t seem to control. “You would traumatize me.”