The Universally Attractive Man (mf)

The Universally Attractive Man (mf)

 

 

By AnonymousNin

 

1

The final patrons of the cafe left.

I grabbed their cups and placed them in the sink.

I flipped the door sign from open to closed and locked the door.

I washed the register counter off one more time, grabbed my jacket, and exited the cafe.

I went out the back door like Sofia showed me.

It was a warm summer New York City night so I kept my Jacket off.

I walked home through the dark straight streets back to my sister’s apartment.

It was a long walk, an hour each way. I enjoyed the built in solitude of the walk as opposed to the subway.

Breathing and meditating in the city. This is the whole point of being in New York.

I never take the same route home twice. I follow the grid and walk at random, just heading in the right general direction.

I walked home silently, past bars and clubs; past closed convenience stores and closed independent delis; past overpriced clothing boutiques.

There are always people out in New York City, everyone in their tiny bubble of solitude.

I walked and kept my headphones in my pocket– and just the thought of my life; how my relationship with my sister is strained; how Sofia, my manager at the cafe, seems to not like me; how I had “no direction or home, a complete unknown,” as Bob Dylan would say.

I walked past a group of stray cats, when, out of the corner of my eye, I walked past a dark alley and saw a large, queer cat.

It was a lion, or rather not quite a lion, like a juvenile lion cub.

It was a large young, golden white cat, which quickly disappeared.

A lion in New York City! How could that be?

I turned down the alley, just to check and see if my eyes were correct.

I walked down the alley, I turned the corner– and nothing. The next street was completely empty.

I took a couple of steps down this dark backstreet, with the back doors of the street businesses,

I walked past a dumpster when the large golden cat pounced on me.

The large feline cat knocked me down.

Instinctively, from the deepest recesses of human reaction, I covered my face with my arms.

Or, rather, my arms protected me on their own instinctive volition.

The cat bit into my arm.

I felt a searing pain go through my left arm.

I shoved my arms forward and the cat released the grip of its jaw, and prowled away.

I laid down on my back on the asphalt, breathing heavily.

Attacked by a lion! In New York City! What the fuck!

I sat up.

Pain shot through my right side.

The impact against the asphalt banged me up pretty good.

The cat was gone: disappeared into the darkness of the back city streets.

I looked down to my bitten mauled left arm.

There was blood bleeding from a bite mark.

The bite was not very deep.

The bite was a perfect outline of the dental records of the cat gently pressed into my arm.

It was not that bad– all things considered– I could have died.

I threw up between my legs on the asphalt.

The grossness of the wound plus the adrenaline of the attack left my nerves in shambles.

I wrapped my arm up in my jacket to hide the blood.

I walked home.

I stopped at the first convenience store I passed. A CVS.

My bloody arm still wrapped in my jacket, I stumbled through the store and purchased a small generic brand bottle of medical alcohol.

I went behind a quiet dumpster down the street and poured the entire small bottle of alcohol onto the wound.

The alcohol hurt more than the original bite itself.

The pain gave way to a numb sensation of the alcohol, and I could barely feel my arm.

I meandered the rest of the way home back to my sister Caitlyn’s apartment, my bitten arm wrapped in my bloody hoodie.

I arrived back at our apartment.

Caitlyn was already asleep.

I tip-toed to my room, shut the door, and fell on my bed. I passed out at once, my work cafe clothes and shoes still on.

2

I had a nightmare– tossing, sweating, turning.

Constrained by my shoes and uncomfortable clothes.

I sweated through my clothes.

I dreamt I was in an endless darkness.

I was being chased by a pack of large cats.

It took all the strength I had to stay in front of the pack of cats nipping at my heels.

There was no light.

I ran forward through the darkness at full speed.

Pain shot like a gun up and through my quads and hamstrings.

My calves tensed themselves into a ball of muscle.

I wanted to collapse, just give up, give up this life, and just be eaten by the pack of predators.

3

I woke up to the sun shining through my blindness window.

The sun was full up in the sky.

It was mid-day.

It took me a while to find my bearings. I had sweated through my work clothes completely.

My bed was a gross mess of blood and nightmarish sleep.

I looked down to my left arm: my bloody jacket was still wrapped around it.

I removed my jacket from around my arm. There was a sticky layer of blood between my jacket and arm.

I dry heaved. I would have vomited if I hadn’t already emptied my stomach last night.

My jacket fully removed, I inspected the bite mark on my arm.

I couldn’t find it.

There was no bite mark– just blood.

Was I hallucinating? Am I going crazy?

Borderline panic attack, I stumbled into my bathroom.

I drew the faucet and entered my shower– still completely dressed, shoes and all.

I let the water run down my dressed body. The blood spilled down the drain and washed itself away.

I removed my clothes and let them sit on the floor of the shower as I just stood there, and let the heat wash me away.

I didn’t bother with soap or shampoo or anything.

I just stood there and felt the warmth.

Eventually the hot water ran out and I turned off the faucet before things got cold.

I dried myself off and went back out to my room.

I picked up my phone. It was already 1 in the afternoon.

Under the clock, I had the notifications for five missed calls: all from Sofia– my manager at the cafe– asking me “where the fuck I was,” and to “not come back,” and I was “fired.”

I quickly dressed and left my apartment.

I left my bloody jacket on my bedroom floor and my wet clothes on the floor of my shower.

I hailed a cab.

Traffic wasn’t bad. I arrived at the cafe in less than fifteen minutes.

4

I arrived at the cafe and Mrs. Velasquez was behind the cafe counter.

Sofia Velasquez: a hot-tempered Columbian woman who both owns and manages the cafe. Sofia is married to a columbian well off financier that works in a fancy office space somewhere in the city. She is a very pretty Latina woman. One looks at her and immediately can see what a dime-piece she was when she was younger. Sofia was an older South American swimwear model of a woman. With a work ethic. No wonder some rich financier married her.

“There you are!” Mrs. Velasquez shouted as I entered the cafe.

“Look Mrs. Velasquez, I’m so sorry–”

“What the fuck happened to you Jacob,” the look on Sofia’s face shifted from anger to pity.

“I’m so so sorry, please, I need this job.”

“Are you okay?”

I was taken aback: “Well, I’m, no, I haven’t been feeling well.”

Mrs. Velasquez’s anger gave way to understanding. This is the first time I’ve seen anything other than my boss’s hot-tempered Columbian side.

“Sorry, I just rushed over here, do I not look well?”

“It’s not that, exactly, it’s just that you look different.”

“Oh, sorry, I mean–”

“No, no, in, like, a good way.”

Mrs. Velasquez’s eyes met mine. There was a weird moment between us, as I looked into her glossy, brown, feline eyes.

“Forget what I said on the phone, take the day off and come back on Thursday.”

“Oh, really Mrs. Vel–”

“I insist,” she said with a smile, “I’m sorry if I was mean to you, I want you to stay. In fact, stay and I’ll give you a raise, how about twenty an hour?”

Shocked, “Yeah, that sounds good, I said, I guess I’ll see you on Thursday Mrs. Velasquez.”

“Please, Jacob, call me Sofia.”

I gulped. “Sounds good Sofia.”

I quickly left the cafe before my luck ran out.

5

No longer in a rush, I walked home.

What had happened? Not only was I not fired, but I somehow got a raise? Things like this never happened to me.

On my walk home I walked past a cute girl with glasses in a sundress. She looked at me and we made a moment of eye contact. She smiled as we looked at one another. I continued walking and went past her.

I turned around and looked back. She was still looking at me.

What was happening? A girl on the streets checking me out. No work? A raise? Bitten by a lion? No bite marks? Am I going crazy? I’m losing my mind.

6

I arrived back at my sister’s apartment and went straight to bed.

I awoke to the sounds of the front door opening and closing. My sister Caitlyn was home from work.

I sat up.

I went out to the kitchen.

Hey Caitlyn.”

“Hey Jacob,” she said, “what do you want for dinner?”

Caitlyn turned to look at me. Our eyes met and we had this weird moment of eye contact.

Again, there was weird glossiness to her eyes as they looked into mine.

“You alright?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah, it’s nothing. Are you alright, you seem different?”

“I am just super tired, I haven’t been able to sleep.” I lied.

“Huh, interesting,” Caitlyn mused, “well, do you have any ideas on what you want for dinner?”

“I don’t know anything really, what are you in the mood for?”

“How about chinese food, it’s your favorite right?”

“Yeah,” I said, that sounds perfect.”

I was semi taken aback. Caitlyn never takes in my considerations for dinner. We usually just eat what she likes.

“Orange chicken is your favorite, right Jacob?”

“Yeah.”

I was also taken aback that Caitlyn knew what my favorite food was.

Caitlyn called the place down the street.

The food arrived in less than thirty minutes.

Caitlyn brought it over to me on the couch. We never eat on the couch.

“Do you want to watch something while we eat?” Caitlyn asked.

“What’s wrong with you, are you alright? We never order chinese food. We never eat on the couch?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s alright, don’t be silly,” Caitlyn blushed.

“She grabbed the remote, what do you want to watch?”

Testing my luck, “how about South Park?” My sister hates cartoons, if she says yes, I know something is up.

“Sure, why not,” she said with a smile.

“What the fuck Caitlyn, are you sure you are alright?”

She looked at me.

“Yeah, I am fine, and will you stop asking me? Geez.”

Caitlyn and I sat there and ate our chinese food and watched South Park.

I swear Caitlyn was sitting too close to me on the couch, but I didn’t say anything.

We watched a couple of episodes and finished eating.

Alright Caitlyn, I think I am going to go to bed early tonight, I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“Goodnight Jacob,” Caitlyn said as she hugged me.

I went to my bedroom and closed my door. What the fuck is happening. My sister never hugs me. We never eat out. We enver watch cartoons. Has the world gone crazy?

My bloody hoodie was still on the floor of my room.

7

The next morning I woke up with a surge of energy. I felt great. I felt invincible. I felt like a beast of prey ready to take on the day.

Today was Wednesday so I didn’t have to be back to work till tomorrow. I had the whole day off.

I went out to the kitchen and found a breakfast that Caitlyn had left out for me.

Yes, the world has gone crazy.

The world’s gone mad, and I’m the Hatter.

I ate the eggs and toast. I then went to my bathroom to shower and found my wet clothes on the floor of the shower. I put them, and my bloody hoodie in a trash bag.

I took the clothes to the apartment trash chute and got rid of all the evidence of that strange night.

Now everything from the night I was bitten was gone. Out of sight, out of mind. Like it never happened.

I then showered and dressed for the day. I put on some skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, and a white baseball cap.

I decided that I was going to go to a cool, hip, local bookstore five blocks away.

Maybe a book, some fictional world is needed. Something to remove me from my life.

8

I arrived at the bookstore.

I was greeted by a cool, short, asian girl behind the front register.

“Hi there,” she said with a smile.

“Hello.”

“Can I help you find anything?”

“Oh, no, I am just looking around, thanks though.”

“I like your hat by the way.” another smile.

“Oh, thank you.” I said.

“Ok, just make sure and let me know if you have any questions.”

Sounds good,” I said as I disappeared behind the shelves of books.

The store was quiet. The store went on forever. Endless shelves.

There was cool jazz music playing from somewhere in the store. I couldn’t echolocate where the speaker might be. Duke Ellington, Miles, someone like that.

I looked through the store’s expansive classics and fantasy sections.

I stood in the classics section perusing the books with another girl.

She was a short, skinny, young girl with clear framed glasses.

She was beautiful, in a bookish fashion.

Like a nineteen year old future librarian.

She sipped a coffee from starbucks as she looked through the spines.

I stayed longer in this section and silently looked through the books with this stranger.

I then moved on to the fantasy section around the corner.

The beautiful short girl with coffee and glasses came around the corner and into the fantasy section too.

We silently looked through the books.

I got down on my knees and looked through some books on the bottom shelf.

“What are you looking for?” The girl asked.

I stood up and turned to the girl.

She had big beautiful grey eyes behind her clear framed glasses.

“Oh, nothing really, just looking around. How about you?”

“Oh, same,” she replied, “I just like looking through the shelves and seeing what catches my eye.”

“That’s a good way to do it.”

“I am Emily by the way,” the girl said with an outstretched hand.

I shook her hand. Her eyes had a cool glossed overness to them. Our handshake extended itself past the appropriate social norm.

She had soft, cool, tiny hands.

“I am Jacob.”

“It’s nice to meet you Jacob,” Emily said, still looking into my eyes. “Have you read Hyperion by Simmons?”

“I haven’t.”

“Oh, you should, let me see if they have a used copy.”

Emily found the S section and pulled out a book with a battered spine.

“Here you go, it’s one of my favorite sci-fi books of all time.”

“Thank you,” I said as Emily handed the book to me.

“Alright, now you pick a book for me.”

“Ok, let me think, if you like sci-fi, have you read Dune?”

” I have! It’s been a while though, I would be down to read it again!” Emily said with a smile.

I found the H section, found a used copy of dune, and handed it to Emily.

“Thanks, say, are you busy right now?” Emily asked.

“No, why?”

“I’m just wondering, if you want to, ya know, like come over and read or something?”

“Or something?”

“Or anything?” Emily said with a smile.

“I would love to.”

9

Emily was a student at NYU.

We purchased our books and Emily led me back to her dorm.

It was a tall building.

She used her student ID to buzz us into her building, and led me up to her room.

Emily’s room was a tiny room with two beds, two desks, and two cork birds. A standard shitty dorm.

“Don’t worry, my roommate won’t be back for a couple of hours.”

Emily closed the door to her dorm room, placed our books on her desk, and immediately began to kiss me.

Her small mouth was tiny and feminine against mine.

I had to bend my knees a little to make up for the difference in height.

Emily pressed her body into mine as we kissed.

I put my hand to the back of her neck. She put her hands on my waist.

Emily broke the kiss. “I don’t normally do this,” she said, “it’s just that I saw you at the bookstore and thought you were so cute.”

“Oh, thanks,” I said, “you’re super cute as well.”

“Aw, thanks,” she said, well, do you want to?”

I nodded my head and gave her a peck on the lips in affirmation.

Emily fell onto her tiny bed and pulled me down with her.

We both barely fit on her tiny dorm room bed. It was nice. It forced out bodies to press into one another.

Emily and I lay on our sides and continued kissing.

Emily fondled me through my shirt and skinny jeans.

I did the same.

Emily’s tiny fingers unbuttoned my pants and slid down my boxers and stroked me.

“Fuck,” she moaned, “you are so sexy.”

I felt Emily’s small tits through her shirt.

“Here” she said, and took her shirt and shorts off.

Naked Emily continued to kiss and stroke me as I played with her tiny tits.

I rolled myself on top of Emily, pinning her to the sheets of her small bed, and slid my pants and briefs down.

I placed myself on both sets of lips.

Her mouth was wet.

I slid in and Emily moaned a loud pornographic moan.

“Yes, fuck me, please.”

I fully entered her as we continued to kiss.

Emily was so beautiful as I looked down at her and took her.

I couldn’t believe my luck.

Her short brown hair splayed itself on the mattress and pillow.

I found a rhythm with my hips.

Emily was a tiny feminine thing under my tall masculine body.

Emily kissed my neck and moaned as her legs wrapped around me and pulled me deeper.

I did my best to control myself and remain cool.

I failed.

I pulled myself out and orgasmed as Emily held me close and kissed my neck.

“Fuck, you are so hot.” Emily repeated.

I shifted and laid side by side with Emily as we recommenced our kissing.

Emily wiped her stomach off with the sheets of her bed.

10

Emily and I began to dress.

“Can I give you my phone number?” Emily asked, “we should do this again sometime.”

“Sure.”

“Here,” still topless Emily walked over to her desk and wrote her number on a piece of paper.

I just watched her. Her small mousy features. Her naked body with glasses on. Her small perky tits. Her beatiful beautiful face.

Emily handed me the piece of paper and I put it into my pocket.

Still naked, Emily kissed me goodbye. It was a long kiss. It was one of those, ‘surely you don’t have to go yet’ kisses.

“Alright, bye Emily.”

“Bye Jacob.”

I opened Emily’s door and exited her dorm room.

11

For a second I was taken aback. I was in a NYU dorm.

I forgot the way I had come in with Emily and stumbled around looking for an exit.

“Are you lost?” spoke a female voice from behind me.

I turned around and found the speaker.

She was a short hispanic girl with huge boobs. She was not wearing a bra so I could see her nipples poke through her shirt..

“Yeah, I’m kinda lost.” I said with my best smile.

“Ah, I see someone on this floor had a good time,” the hispanic girl said with a smile.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said with a laugh.

“Here let me help you.”

“Thanks”

“I’m Sam by the way”

“I’m Jacob.

And again, I shook hands with this girl and our handshake extended past the standard social norm.

I looked at Sam and she had the same glossiness of eyes as she looked back into me.

“Wow, you’re really cute up close,” Sam said with a laugh.

I blushed.

“Who were you up here with anyways?”

“I would rather not say.”

“Ah, I see, that’s fine. You’re a real gentleman huh?”

“Not really.”

“Well someone on this floor got lucky.”

“I hope so.”

“At least tell me this, was it your girlfriend, or some random stranger.”

“Some random stranger.”

“I see,” Sam said with a smile.

“Why?”

“Oh, no reason,” Sam said, still smiling. “Was it good?”

“Whas what?”

“The fucking,” Sam said with a laugh

“Yeah, I guess it was.”

“I bet it was.”

“Could you point me towards the exit?”

“Look let me be frank with you, that door right there is my room, do you want to fuck? I swear it will be real quick.”

12

Sam and I entered her room.

Sam’s room was the same size as Emily’s, except there was only one bed and desk.

“Oh, I see, you’re the RA right Sam?”

“Yep,” Sam said as she took off her shirt and sat down on her bed.

Sam’s tits were even larger with her shirt off.

“Come here.” Sam the RA commanded.

I obeyed.

I sat down next to big breasted Sam and we kissed.

I palmed her big breasts and dark nipples.

Sam laid me back on her bed as she kissed my neck.

She laid me back and unbuttoned my pants and began to give me head.

I was worried I wasn’t going to be able to get it up. I just came with Emily.

Libido was no problem.

Sam licked and spit on me. It felt so good.

I looked down at pretty, sexy, latina RA Sam– Emily’s RA– and just could not believe the situation I found myself in.

Two very beautiful girls in one day!

And two very different types of beauties.

My hand found Sam’s cheek and brought it up to my lips.

Sam straddled me and climbed on top of me.

She slid down on me so slowly.

I felt each millimeter of gain as she filled herself with me.

It was such a tease.

Sam found one of my hands and brought it to her neck. She showed me how she wanted to be choked.

Sam began to ride me, making long slow strokes in and out.

I lightly grippes Sam’s neck as she teased and manipulated me.

Sam’s tits rocked as she rode me.

Slowly Sam’s pace increased as she rode me.

I just wanted to pound and fuck. Her teasing rhythm drove me crazy.

Eventually I could not take these slow strokes anymore.I flipped Sam over and rolled myself on top of her.

My hand was still around her neck.

“Fuck, yes,” Sam moaned out, “fuck me.”

I pounded my hips into Sam’s and fucked her as hard as I could.

Sam liked it.

Her tits rocked up and down as I took her.

We didn’t kiss. We joast moaned and fucked as I choked her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Sam moaned into the walls.

Sam’s hands found my hips, wait, wait.”

She pushed me out of her, rolled over onto her stomach and tits, “take me like this,” she commanded.

I complied and refound Sam.

I touched Sam’s latina butt as I entered her from behind.

Sam moaned into the sheets.

I fucked Sam prison style into her sheets.

I lasted a long time, having just had a release already.

Sam moaned very loud into her sheets, as I rocked her from behind.

She was so wet and felt so good.

I gripped her waist and just fucked her.

I think I found my new favorite position.

Sam quivered and squirmed in delight as I dicked her into the sheets.

This was some real crazy porno level sex.

13

I felt great as I walked home.

I had two phone numbers side by side in my left pocket.

Two beautiful numbers to two beautiful girls.

I felt on top of the world– the luckiest man alive.

Luck?

Luck!

Is that it?

Did I get luck from that cat, that night I was bitten.

It makes sense.

I got a raise. I met Emily. I met Sam.

On a scale from 1 to 10, I like a 6– 7 at best.

It must be luck.

Maybe I am just lucky.

I haven’t felt this good in a long long time, maybe ever.

A lucky cat bit me in the streets?

That doesn’t make any sense. But neither does what just happened in that NYU dorm.

14

I arrived back at Caitlin’s apartment.

I opened the door and found Caitlin in a pair of panties and white shirt making dinner.

“Jacob!” Caitlin exclaimed with a smile. “Just in time!”

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

Caitlin turned to me and I could see her braless tits poking through her white t-shirt.

“Oh, this, it’s nothing, just what I wear.”

“I know it’s nothing, just what the fuck.”

“Oh, don’t be a prude Jacob. I make you dinner and this is how you treat me,” she said with a laugh.

“Can you at least put some shorts on so I don’t have to look at your pussy.”

“Geez, Jacob, if you insist. Here, watch the pot.”

I went over to the pot.

Caitlin was making spaghetti bolognese.

My favorite dinner.

Caitlin went into her room and changed.

When she came out she was wearing really short athletic shorts. Still, no bra, and I could see her tits clearly poke through.

‘Whatever,’ I thought to myself.

Caitlin stirred the pasta and sauce for a couple more minutes before it was done.

I sat there and watched my practically naked sister stirring my favorite pasta when it dawned on me.

The cat didn’t give me luck, it made me somehow attractive!

Everyone wants to fuck me!

I let this fact waft through me.

Caitlin and I ate our Spaghetti and bolognese for two as I just stared at my sister’s nipples erect, and poking out at me.

15

I ate quickly, went into my room, and locked the door.

I just laid on my bed and re-evaluated all these past events.

The girl checking me out in the streets. Sofia giving me a raise. The asian girl who worked at the bookstore. Emily. Sam. Caitlin acting weird.

It all made sense!

The glossed over extended eye contact! The extended hand contact!

The cat bite somehow made me attractive!

Is it pheromones? Is it a physical thing? Is it some supernatural thing? To what extent does it go? Are all girls attracted to me? Or just some? Are guys attracted to me? What the fuck.

I am the Peter Parker of fucking! Keep your spider Parker, I’ll stick with the cat. Fuck slinging webs. I want to sling dick.

I felt on top of the world. The possibilities. I felt a surge of energy roll through me.

I just stared at the ceiling as the sun set, digesting my spaghetti, thinking about the last 48 hours, thinking about life opening up for me, thinking about all the possibilities of this new life, a life of power! A life of desire!

A life of being something other than average!

My whole life has been one of mediocrity and average.

I still may be average, but at least girl’s like me now. And that is enough.

I fell asleep with a big smile on my face.

I felt my life expand and finally open up before me.

16

I woke up in the middle of the night to the jostling of the locked knob on my bedroom door.

I looked at the clock of my phone. It was 2 AM

2 AM, and Caitlin is trying to slink into my room.

What the fuck.

Eventually the rattling of the knob subsided and Caitlin went away.

‘I can’t let this happen,’ I thought to myself.

What’s that dumb saying? “With great power comes great responsibility.”

Grossed out, I quickly fell back asleep.

17

I woke up early the next morning and got ready for work.

By early, I mean 10ish.

I felt great.

Sofia scheduled me to work the evening shift, so I didn’t have to be there until 1.

I went out to the kitchen and found eggs and bacon that Caitlin had left out for me.

I ast on the couch and ate while watching some morning cartoons.

Before I knew it it was time to head out for work.

The walk went by quickly, and I arrived at the cafe.

Sofia was there again, behind the counter.

“Jacob!” Sofia said with a smile, “I hope you are feeling better.”

“Yeah, I am, thanks so much Sofia.”

“Oh, anything for you, and, again, I am sorry I got so mad at you.”

It’s alright, don’t worry about it.

“Alright, I have some errands to run. You’ve got it from here?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll be back to check on you later to make sure you are doing alright.”

“Thanks Sofia.”

“Bye Jacob.”

18

I worked through my shift and paid special attention to the way the female patrons treated me.

In every woman’s eyes I could see glossed over desire in their eyes.

Everyone made prolonged eye contact with me.

I got a lot of compliments on my shirt, hair, smile, etc.

I also received bigger tips from female patrons.

One older lady gave me a $10 tip and a smile for her black pour over coffee.

I worked like this and just watched how I was treated. It was incredible.

At about 8 pm Sofia came back to the cafe to check on me.

She was wearing black high heels and a cute short silver dress.

It looked like she was about to go out on a fancy dinner date with her husband.

“Is everything alright with you Jacob?”

Yeah, everything is fantastic,” I said with a smile.

And I meant it. Just standing here, making coffee, being checked out and complemented by all the woman patrons. I would pay Sofia to do this.

“Good, good,” Sofia said with a smile.

“I like your dress, you look good.”

“Oh, thanks, Francesco and I were supposed to go out tonight, but he got stuck at work for the night.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

“It’s alright, I’m used to it.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Do you need any help around here?”

“I think I have things pretty much handled, but feel free to hang out.”

Sofia walked behind the counter and put an apron over her fancy silver short dress.

“I think I will.”

Sofia and I worked like this, alternating customers, and chewing the fat for two hours.

It was now 10 PM.

“Hey Jacob, it’s not that busy tonight, what do you say we close an hour early and call it a night?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Sofia walked over to the front door, flipped the sign, locked the door, and drew the curtains.

I wiped down the countertops and rinsed out the poor overs and espresso wands.

Sofia took off her apron and hung it up on the wall behind the register.

She looked great in her dress. It showed off her legs.

“I like your dress by the way.”

“I know, you already said that.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“No worries, I guess I know you mean it.”

Sofia stood close to me.

“I guess I do.”

“You are a good worker Jacob, a good boy.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll still pay you for the full shift, even though we closed up early.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it Mrs. Valasqu–”

“I told you to call me Sofia.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.”

Sofia stood a little closer.

Sofia broke the rest of the distance between us, and kissed me.

Her mouth was young.

Sofia pressed her body to mine as we kissed behind the cafe counter.

I put my hands around her waist.

Sofia put her arms around my neck and shoulders.

Sofia’s mouth opened up and forced mine open.

Our lips and tongues fondled one another.

It tasted like coffee.

Sofia’s body pressing into mine turned me on.

I kept my hands chastely around her waist.

We kissed standing like this for a while.

Finally, Sofia broke the kiss. “I can trust you right?”

“Yeah, you can trust me.”

“Alright,”

Sofia’s hands moved down my shoulders along my body.

Sofia found me through my pants.

We continued to kiss.

I felt Sofia through her short dress.

She stroked and rubbed me through my khakis.

Sofia unbuttoned my pants as I touched her through her dress.

I felt her long fingernails against me.

It felt good.

Sofia pulled up her dress, moved her black panties to the side, and bent herself over the cafe counter.

Neither of us said anything.

Sofia’s butt looked great and plump bent over the counter.

Her legs were splayed wide.

Awkward in her high heels.

I came up behind sofia and found the outside of her sex.

I entered her from behind and pressed her into the counter.

The straps of Sofia’s dress naturally fell down her shoulders.

I felt out of my body.

I pounded Sofia into the counter of my work station in a daze of wonderment and unbelief.

The awkwardness of Sofia’s legs splayed out in high heels turned me on.

Her short dress turned me on.

Her dress straps falling down her back turned me on.

Sofia’s latin accent turned me on.

Fuck, everything about Sofia was perfect.

She was the perfect latin woman, the perfect latin wife.

I loved her so much, as I fucked her into the counter.

Both of us moaned.

Sofia gave her left cheek a couple of spanks as I took her.

Her left cheek became rosy.

Sofia rolled herself over on the counter and splayed her legs for me.

I re-entered her, now face to face.

I pulled Sofia’s dress down a little more, fully exposing her.

Her nipples were dark and golden in hue.

Sofia looked up, elongating her neck and collarbone.

We moaned and fucked one another.

Sofia got down on her hands and knees as I finished on her tongue.

19

“I can trust you right Jacob.”

“You can trust me.”

“One day you’ll be married and understand me better.”

“I understand you already.”

“No you don’t. One day you might. But, you’re a sweet boy, and a good worker.”

“Thanks, I try.”

“I had a good time.”

“Me too.”

“How about another raise, for your discretion and new duties?”

“Oh, no, don’t worry about it Sofia.”

“No, I insist, good work should be noticed.”

I laughed.

“I mean it. How about $25 an hour, that sounds fair.”

“Sound’s good to me, you’re the boss Sofia.”

“Yeah, I’m the boss,” she said with a smile. “You should say that more.”

“What?”

“That I’m the boss.”

“Sounds good boss.”

Sofia pecked me on the lips. “Fuck yes. Alright, let’s call it a night for good this time. I’ll see you next week Jacob.”

“Yeah see you later boss.”

“Fuck.”

I left the cafe into the night of the cool city streets.

It was 11 PM now.

I didn’t put a jacket on. The cool air felt good against the skin of my arms.

25 an hour, and crazy tips. Things are pretty good.

I arrived back at Caitlin’s

Caitlin was still awake.

She was wearing a t-shirt braless and just a pair of panties again.

“Jesus H. Christ Caitlin,” I said with a smile.

Caitlin didn’t put shorts on this time.

We ate the cold steaks and brussel sprouts Caitlin had prepared in the nude.

It was delicious.

Caitlin and I then sat on the couch and watched some cartoons.

Caitlin was sitting a little bit too close. I ignored it.

I then decided to call it a night and went to my room.

Caitlin followed me to my room.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, sorry,” she blushed.

I closed the door and locked it.

20

The next morning I woke up and Caitlin had left eggs and bacon on the kitchen counter again.

I had today off.

I decided I wanted to go to a museum.

I showered, dressed, and took the Subway to the MOMA.

On the subway I sat across from a cute, blonde, college girl in a short sundress.

She was a sorority type.

I noticed the girl looking up from her phone at me.

It was a quick thing. She was obviously pretending to be on her phone.

The girl kept crossing and recrossing her legs.

Her sandaled toes pointed straight at me.

Each time the girl re-crossed her legs her short sundress rose higher.

I just watched.

She kept looking up from her phone.

I arrived at my stop and got off, leaving the short sundress girl.

When I walked into the MOMA a tour started.

Impromptu, I joined the tour.

The tour was led by an older, short, french woman wearing a New York Yankees hat.

It was strange.

She was well dressed in a long black dress. But had this New York Yankees hat on.

The tour guide was well spoken and smart. She answered peoples questions completely and with ease.

She was enthusiastic about the tour. You could tell she loved art. She wasn’t so much of a student, but an enthusiast.

The tour’s theme was just a general outline of industrialization and its effects/representation in art.

The tour was 90 minutes.

It went by fast.

After the tour the guide asked me if I wanted to go have a smoke.

I said yes.

We cut through the back of the museum. Through halls that were restricted to guests.

I followed the french woman in a hat.

No one said anything.

We exited the museum and smoked in a quiet back alley that overlooked a grassy area.

It was a warm nice day.

“My name is Madeleine by the way.”

“Jacob.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Thanks for the tour by the way, it was really good, you did a great job.”

“Oh, thank you, I try.”

I didn’t say anything about her hat.

“You’re very handsome by the way.”

“And you are very pretty.”

“No, you don’t have to compliment me back,” she said as she took a drag.

“Okay. How is it working at the MOMA?”

“The pay is shit but the days are wonderful.”

“That sounds like a good way to live.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Are you an artist yourself?”

“Yeah, I’m trained in classical portraits.”

“That sounds cool.”

“It’s alright, I’m ok.”

“That probably means you’re pretty good.”

“True, all the greats thought they were shit.”

“True,” I said with a drag.

“It’s sad. Do you have to be sad in order to be great?”

“I sure hope not. Why? Are you sad?”

“Sometimes. What are you doing after this?”

“Oh– nothing.”

“I don’t have another tour for two hours. Do you want to fool around a little?”

“I don’t know. I like talking to you.”

“We can talk and fool around.”

“Where would we go?”

“I know a room.”

“In the museum?”

“Yes. Don’t worry, it’s safe.”

“Have you done this before?”

“No, but I’ve thought about it a long time. There is something about great art. It’s the closest thing to sex in this world without being sex.”

“I’ve never thought about that before.”

“But still, great art is not as good as great sex.”

“Let’s smoke one more and then find that room.”

“Sounds good to me.”

21

Madeleine led me by the hand through the back halls of the MOMA to an empty white display room.

The room was completely empty.

Just white negative space.

It was peaceful.

Madeleine and I sat on the floor against one of the plain walls and began to kiss.

Madeleine kept her dark blue Yankee cap on.

Her lips tasted like smoke.

She tasted good.

I placed one of my palms to the inside of Madeleine’s thighs.

She was very skinny.

“Let us be quick about this.” Madeleine commanded.

She hitched up her dress.

She wasn’t wearing panties.

Her skinny legs fed into her hips, which fed into her mound.

Madeleine’s sex protruded like a plump fruit.

A mound of Venus.

“Come on, be quick.” Madeleine commanded again.

I pulled my pants down as we splayed out on the floor.

We laid on the floor on our sides.

Madeleine draped her top leg over me and pulled me close.

I found her mound of fruit.

We pressed our smokey mouths into one another as fucked in this lazy sideways missionary.

Madeleine muttered words in French.

I felt her through her dress.

She was very skinny and small.

There was very little to touch or squeeze. Just her nipples.

It was sexy.

We kept our bodies close together.

We both kept quiet.

We used each other’s mouth to stifle our moans.

Madeleine moaned and muttered dirty talk in French.

“I think I am about to cum.”

“Don’t,” Madeleine commanded.

She undraped herself from me and lowered her mouth down on me.

I released the second her lips touched me.

Madeleine caught it all.

She still had her Yankee hat on.

I looked down and only saw her long hair and hat.

Madeline kissed me one more time, as we stood up and she pulled her dress down.

“That was good,” she said, “nice and quick, thank you.”

“Oh yeah, no problem.” I didn’t know what to say, “thank you.”

“Sex really is the highest art.”

“I don’t know about that?”

“Was it really so bad?”

“No, it was great, I mean, you’re great.”