Sexy Bitch - David Guetta
When Emily said ‘sorry’, it came out more as a question than an actual apology, and Brooks had tried to act like he didn’t care when she said that she wasn’t able to watch Cosmo. After all, having his daughter at home with him, without anyone else to watch her, was a good enough reason for him to skip the bachelor party; a fact Mike wasn’t too happy about.
Regardless, he still couldn’t get the idea of her being ‘out there’ out of his head. Late, with some strange man, on a Saturday night… it just didn’t sit well with him. He'd trade a night in if it meant he knew where she was.
“Ok… you can’t just not go… it’s a team thing and the guys will be pissed.” Mike argued as he stood by the door, ready to leave.
Brooks sighed and handed Cosmo another block. “Mike look, I’d go but I have no one to watch her… Coach‘s wife watched her for the game so it wasn’t like I could just say ‘hey, wanna just take her home with you for the night‘?”
“And… if you had someone to watch her, you’d go?” He asked, in a tone that caused Brooks to cringe.
“Why?”
“No reason… Oh hey look! It’s Denise! Why Denise, what could you possibly be doing here so late on a Saturday?” Mike said cheerfully as he stuck his head out into the hallway. Brooks turned around to try and see out the door as Denise moved past Mike.
“Oh you know… just dropped by to congratulate you guys on your big win tonight and stay the night.” She said, grinning up at Mike as she spoke.
Mike smiled back down at her and pulled her against his chest. “Aww! That’s so nice. Isn’t that nice Brooks? Hey, I have an idea… how about Denise stays here and-”
“Yes! Ok! Fuck, I’m getting dressed.” Brooks huffed, getting up off the floor and stomping towards his room.
Even though Brooks took his time getting ready, stalling as long as possible, they still arrived at the club before most of the other guys.
In the same, broody mood that he’d been in for the past few days, Brooks tried to slink off towards a corner and remain unrecognizable, but Mike wouldn’t have it. He grabbed onto Brooks’ arm and tugged him up towards the stage, where some of the other boys were gathering.
The club was large, but not near capacity. The only people inside were members of the Capitals and a few other men, Brooks assumed were Knuble’s brothers and friends.
It was decorated to the nines, glamorous and seductive; the physical building and the girls working it. All of the women in the room were wearing Capitals’ jerseys, or at least what use to be jerseys.
The shirts were cut so short that Brooks could see the bottom of a girls breast as she strutted past him. Those were finished by a tiny pair of black shorts, too short to be comfortable.
All the guys seemed to enjoy it. They hooted and hollered, grabbing onto the girls as they went past and made more sexual innuendos than Brooks had heard before.
It wasn’t that he was opposed to strip clubs, normally he was nonchalant about the whole; if they wanted to go out, he’d go out. It wasn’t a place he desired to be, but it had also never been something he disliked. Until tonight.
There was something about the way Scott Walker was eyeing up one of the strippers that bothered Brooks beyond reason. He could just imagine that that girl was Emily, and that this was the way he’d acted towards her.
The idea disgusted him and made him sick to his stomach. It would be hard picturing Emily with another guy of her choice, but knowing that she probably had to deal with behaviour like this from guys she didn't like, made him angry. “Mike, I think I should go.” Brooks said quickly, yelling over the music as a girl climbed onto the stage.
“What? Why?”
“I wanna punch Walker in the face right now and I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He explained as he started to stand up.
“Not so fast lover boy.” A woman purred from behind him, grabbing onto his shoulders and pressing him back down into his seat. “You can’t go anywhere, I didn’t get to dance for you yet.”
Brooks glanced over at Mike for some kind of help as the girl began to walk around his chair, but Mike was staring at her with his mouth open. When she finally came to a stop in front of him and he could see her clearly, Brooks knew why.
She was too pretty for her own good. Her body was taut and firm, the muscles of her legs and abs flexed as she leaned towards him; but somehow she was still feminine enough that Brooks became hypnotized by her curves.
Her hair was blond and long. She pulled the wavy mass of it from behind her, until it was splayed across her chest, covering the Capitals’ logo.
She turned around and grabbed onto the arms of his chair with her hands, lowering herself down onto his lap.
With her hair out of the way, as it was, Brooks could see what was on the back of her jersey; his name and number. Or at least the part of his number that hadn’t been cut off in an attempt to make the jersey more ‘club friendly’.
She tilted her hips back, moving her ass up his thighs, towards his crotch.
Groaning, Brooks tried to take a deep breath, considering how long it had been since he’d had sex, this could end up bad.
He pulled his eyes away from her long enough to glance over at Mike, and regardless of any uncontrollable urges he was having at the time, the only one that boiled over was the need to laugh loudly.
Mike now had a girl grinding on top of him, and Mike’s hands were in front of his chest; as if he were trying to protect himself from some terrible monster… but that wasn’t what made Brooks laugh.
The look on Mike’s face was one that Brooks had seen many times growing up; although it had always been on his mother and not his friend. It was the same look his mother always got as she stood on top of a kitchen chair and screamed for him to come save her from a mouse, or a spider, or whatever else was loose in the house.
He basically looked like he was about to piss himself from fear.
Licking his lips, Brooks reached out and grabbed onto the girl, surprised to find that he wasn’t getting yelled at for touching her. He supposed that this was a private party, and these girls wouldn’t be opposed to rich hockey players trying to get on them. That wasn’t his intention though, and as he grabbed her, he also moved her away from his body. “Sorry.” He said into her ear, feeling her stiffen as his hot breath blow over her exposed skin.
She cocked her head to the side and pouted at him, imploring him to stay a bit longer.
Brooks seriously thought about it, but another quick look at Mike had him turning away from the blond girl and grabbing onto the brunette that was semi-assaulting his team-mate.
He moved her away, giving her an apologetic smile, before motioning for Mike to follow him.
When Brooks reached the bar, Mike was right behind him, still looking startled. “They didn’t do that the last time we were at a strip club!” He moaned as he grabbed onto the drink that the bar tender had placed in front of him.
“Yah well this is a private party so there’s different rules I guess.” Brooks suggested, taking as swig from his own rum and seven.
“We’re owned by Lost Pleasure Incorporated. All they do is stag, stag-ette parties and like… birthday parties and things like that. So we’re not actually a real strip club. Different rules, different girls… all that kinda stuff. And we have way better alcohol!
In fact, here…” He said, grabbing a bottle from the shelf and filling up to shot glasses. “Blue Label on the house.”
“Wow, thanks.” Mike said, downing his quickly.
Brooks rolled his eyes and watched as Mike gagged on the whiskey. “Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
Mike sighed and whipped his mouth on his sleeve as he sat the shot glass back down. “I cheated on Denise.” He groaned after a long pause.
“Umm… what?” Brooks said, setting down his glass and turning to face Mike completely. “When? I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”
“What? You were just there…”
“What are you talking about?”
“What are you talking about?” Mike retorted as they stared at each other, neither of them sure what was going on. “That girl was just on me!” He said loudly. “She totally touched my dick with her butt, too.” He added quietly, as if that was the most embarrassing thing to say in a strip club.
“Ok. You’re an idiot. That’s not cheating… I mean, I’m sure Denise will be happy you didn’t get a lap dance but… she knows you’re in a strip club, she knows it’s a bachelor party and I assume she knows strippers are going to try and get money from you.
I wouldn’t consider two seconds of a girl grinding on you cheating. Especially not if you could have seen your face.”
“Whatever.” Mike said, exhaling loudly as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’m gonna call her and tell her I’m sorry.”
Brooks watched him go and shook his head, glancing back at the scene that he’d just left a few minutes ago.
It seemed like everyone was here now and having a good time; although Walker stood out a little too much for him.
A girl was leaning over in front of him, her jersey gone; replaced by a red string bikini. She had a test tube of alcohol stuck in between her breasts and she was leaning over in front of him.
He took the tube out of her cleavage with his teeth and tipped his head back, downing the liquid in one gulp. Brooks felt a growl emitting from his chest and he turned away; flagging the bar tender back for another drink.
Four drinks later, Mike found his way back to Brooks and grabbed onto him. “Maybe we should take off?” He asked quickly, glancing around the room.
“Why, Denise isn’t actually mad is she?”
Mike shook his head. “No, she’s not but… I think we should go.”
“Why?” Brooks asked again, pulling himself from Mike’s grasp and grabbing onto the other drink in front of him.
Groaning, Mike leaned into Brooks, speaking into his ear. “Emily’s here. I just saw her on my way back.”
Brooks’ head shot up and he started to look around frantically, his eyes finding the scantly clad girls in the club and scanning their faces for a familiar one. “Where? Where? I don’t see her- what was she wearing?”
Mike bit his lip, and his delay caused Brooks to turn around and look at him. “Umm… not a whole lot.”
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
20. Feeling Under Appreciated
“Could you not wear pink please?” Brooks sighed as he watched Mike come around the corner, in the process of popping his collar up.
They were getting ready for their weekly trip to the grocery store, and Brooks was not looking forward to it.
Cosmo was never in a good mood, having to stay in the cold, metal cart the whole time, and Mike always wanted everything he saw.
“Why? There’s nothing wrong with wearing a pink dress shirt… lots of guys do, it’s the cool thing now.” He explained as he walked into the living room to meet Brooks and Cosmo.
Brooks rolled his eyes and motioned for Mike to grab Cosmo’s bag off the counter. “Fine. Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.” Mike nodded in agreement as he slung the black diaper bag over his shoulder and followed his room-mate out the door.
The Whole Foods was only a few blocks away, but even so, they drove there. One, they were too lazy to walk and two, even though they were only buying groceries for 2 men and a child, they always ended up with way more then they came for.
They had just parked the SUV and were heading in towards the store when Brooks cellphone went off.
Glancing down Brooks felt himself go ridged as he saw the caller ID: Scott Walker. “Umm… hey Scott, what’s up?”
“Hey Brooks! I was just thinking yesterday after I got home that I was a total moron yesterday, I forgot to invite you and Mike to the bachelor party! This Saturday at the Cat’s Scratch… right after the game.”
“The what?”
“For Knuble… remember? Dude’s getting married in a couple weeks?”
Brooks nodded to himself as he glanced over at Mike. “Oh yah, I guess we forgot… no that’s cool, we’ll see you there.”
“What was that about?” Mike asked, before Brooks had even stowed his phone back in his pocket.
Sighing, Brooks motioned for Mike to keep moving towards the store. “Bachelor party tomorrow night, apparently in the whole ‘telling me he was sleeping with a prostitute’ thing, Walker forgot to mention it.
Mike made a face at him, raising his eyebrows and trying to keep Brooks talking, but he refused, just giving Mike a shake of his head before he pulled out a shopping cart and began to strap Cosmo in. “Are you sure that you wanna go? I mean, is it gonna be weird hanging out with him?”
“Does it matter?” Brooks interjected quickly as he began to push the cart down one of the outer isles. “I play on the same team with him, I’m gonna have to get over it at some point. Might as well be now.”
Mike didn’t argue with him, or say anything at all as they began to fill the cart with food.
It wasn’t until they were rounding the last corner in the frozen section, that Mike started trying to reason with Brooks again. “I don’t see why you couldn’t just go talk with her, you know? Like just get an answer from her, figure out what’s going on.”
“Mike please, I don’t need advice on this from someone, especially not you.”
Trying to ignore the tone of the comment Mike continued. “Ok so, maybe I don’t have the best relationship but I mean, I’m in one. I know that you need to communicate with someone or it doesn’t work…”
“You and Dennis don’t communicate.”
“And that’s why I know it doesn’t work!” He said, louder then he had intended to. He glanced around and saw a few people watching them, so he lowered his voice and leaned closer to Brooks. “I’m just trying to help you… I know I’m not the best person for that but… I’d be nice if you could at least pretend to respect me once in a while.”
“I do respect you!” Brooks snapped back, not caring at all if he was being loud. He’d been trying to pent up his emotions for so long he was positive he’d boil over if he didn’t let his walls down.
Mike didn’t want to start fighting with Brook, especially not after everything else he was going through, but Mike wasn’t exactly in a peachy mood either, so he didn’t hold back. “No… no I don’t think you do! I cooked yesterday and you didn’t even-”
“You’re a horrible cook.”
“-well, I also cleaned up the-”
“You can’t work the dishwasher.”
“I am always there for you when you need me! I deserve respect!!”
“I don’t want to talk about this now Mike.” Brooks said finally, looking away and trying to change the conversation.
“No? Well when’s good for you?! I’m sick of having to work around your schedule. I know that I’m not perfect, but you need someone to talk to and I am trying to be that person for you!
I’m just, I’m annoyed and I’m kind of feeling like you’re leaving me out in left field right now. I don’t know what I’m suppose to do and you won’t even talk to me!” Mike finished with a sigh, folding his arms over his chest and walking a few steps away from where Brooks was standing; his hands still on the cart as Cosmo sucked her thumb.
“Mike, I’m sorry I didn’t-“ Brooks began to say, but he cut off when he saw a woman approach him.
“Excuse me… I hate to interrupt but… you two look great together… whatever is going on, you should try to work it out for this beautiful little girl.” The stranger said, smiling down at Cosmo who was now looking up at the woman.
Exactly, thank you.” Mike said, his outburst already having died down. They watched her walk away and Mike smiled after her, but Brooks stood with his mouth agape. Mortified.
“Fuck. Mike, she thinks we’re together.”
“We are together.”
“No, she thinks we’re gay.”
“No she doesn’t!”
Brooks closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to stay calm. “Damnit! I told you not to wear pink!”
Mike attempted a few more times to get something out of Brooks, but he was unsuccessful at best. Brooks had become unresponsive, playing quietly with Cosmo until she fell asleep and then retreating into his room.
Even when Emily came over for a few minutes to say 'hi', he wouldn't come back out.
Mike felt horrible, like he was the worst friend ever.
All he could do was retreat into his own room and hope that this funk didn't last forever. He wanted to do more but at the same time he was positive that anything he might say was only going to put Brooks into a worse mood.
Mike kicked around his room, playing some xbox, painting and then resorting to calling Denise.
She sounded surprised to hear from him, and Mike was surprised to find that her voice made him feel instantly better. "Hey... I wasn't expecting to hear from you... everything ok?"
"Yah." Mike said, momentarily forgetting why he'd called in the first place. "Actually, no... it's not really." Denise went silent on the other end, waiting for Mike to elaborate, when he didn't she started talking again.
"Is there something I can help you with or... did you just want me to take your mind off it?"
Mike thought about that, not sure what he needed the most right now, sighing he flopped down onto his bed, stretching out on his back. "Just talk about something... non-hockey related right now, please?"
Denise hummed for a second as she finished filing away a few documents. She slipped away past the mayor's office and jogged into the side room, through the empty hall that lead to her office. She closed the door behind her and locked it, hoping that if anyone was left in the building this late, they'd leave her alone for a few minutes. She sighed and flopped down onto her cushy office chair, kicking off her heels and lifting her legs up onto the desk.
Finding something to talk about with Mike was hard enough, finding something totally non-hockey related was going to be almost impossible. He'd been so consumed with hockey since he was a child, even more so after he reached high-school... she was going to have to go back.
Glancing around her office she saw a pic of Mike and her at their grade 10, Winter Formal. It sparked an idea.
"Hey, remember biology class?" She asked softly as a smile spread across her face.
"Biology? No! I only passed biology class because you were my lab partner. Nothing good ever came out of that class."
She stiffled her giggle as she answered, "not even Mr. Bubbles?"
Mike couldn't believe how hard that name caused him to laugh, it had literally been years since he even thought about that dead, stinky frog. "Oh man... the frog disection, how could I forget about that?"
"Hmm probably cause you didn't do it." She quipped back, rolling her eyes as she remembered the lab module that had brought them together in the first place.
They had always known each other, always got along. Growing up in the same neighbourhood and going to school together from kingdergarten right up till high school, there was no way they could have avoided each other totally... but it was that class that created the relationship they still held onto.
"I remember, I stuck a stick in him and Chris Michaels and I were having sword fights... you kept yelling at me cause you're terrifed of frogs."
"I think I was more terrified of the idea of a dead frog getting in my hair somehow..."
"True. You didn't want to touch him though, even when it came the time to dissect him, but you did anyway." Mike added, remembering the day vividly.
"I know, I only did it because we would have failed the class if I let you mutalate him."
Mike snorted, rolling his eyes. "Whatever Ms. Govern General award... there was no way you'd fail that class, you could have skipped the last half of the year and still passed. You did it becaues you didn't want me to fail the class, you told me so."
Denise smiled to herself. "Only because you would have been kicked off the school's hockey team." She added softly. "I didn't want that to happen."
Mike rolled onto his side and looked over at the picture of Denise and him at their grade 10, Winter Formal - the same picture she was currently looking at. He thought about all the times like that, ever since they were kids, where she'd gone out of her way to make sure he was ok. All the times she had made him feel like he was important, like he was loved and respected. "I remember. Thank you."
"That was a long time ago Mike, and I'm pretty sure you already thanked me for it."
"No, not for that... for everything. I can always count on your Denise. I appreciate you, I always have, but I probably don't tell you that enough."
Denise sighed and felt the smile spread even further across her lips. "I know."
They were getting ready for their weekly trip to the grocery store, and Brooks was not looking forward to it.
Cosmo was never in a good mood, having to stay in the cold, metal cart the whole time, and Mike always wanted everything he saw.
“Why? There’s nothing wrong with wearing a pink dress shirt… lots of guys do, it’s the cool thing now.” He explained as he walked into the living room to meet Brooks and Cosmo.
Brooks rolled his eyes and motioned for Mike to grab Cosmo’s bag off the counter. “Fine. Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.” Mike nodded in agreement as he slung the black diaper bag over his shoulder and followed his room-mate out the door.
The Whole Foods was only a few blocks away, but even so, they drove there. One, they were too lazy to walk and two, even though they were only buying groceries for 2 men and a child, they always ended up with way more then they came for.
They had just parked the SUV and were heading in towards the store when Brooks cellphone went off.
Glancing down Brooks felt himself go ridged as he saw the caller ID: Scott Walker. “Umm… hey Scott, what’s up?”
“Hey Brooks! I was just thinking yesterday after I got home that I was a total moron yesterday, I forgot to invite you and Mike to the bachelor party! This Saturday at the Cat’s Scratch… right after the game.”
“The what?”
“For Knuble… remember? Dude’s getting married in a couple weeks?”
Brooks nodded to himself as he glanced over at Mike. “Oh yah, I guess we forgot… no that’s cool, we’ll see you there.”
“What was that about?” Mike asked, before Brooks had even stowed his phone back in his pocket.
Sighing, Brooks motioned for Mike to keep moving towards the store. “Bachelor party tomorrow night, apparently in the whole ‘telling me he was sleeping with a prostitute’ thing, Walker forgot to mention it.
Mike made a face at him, raising his eyebrows and trying to keep Brooks talking, but he refused, just giving Mike a shake of his head before he pulled out a shopping cart and began to strap Cosmo in. “Are you sure that you wanna go? I mean, is it gonna be weird hanging out with him?”
“Does it matter?” Brooks interjected quickly as he began to push the cart down one of the outer isles. “I play on the same team with him, I’m gonna have to get over it at some point. Might as well be now.”
Mike didn’t argue with him, or say anything at all as they began to fill the cart with food.
It wasn’t until they were rounding the last corner in the frozen section, that Mike started trying to reason with Brooks again. “I don’t see why you couldn’t just go talk with her, you know? Like just get an answer from her, figure out what’s going on.”
“Mike please, I don’t need advice on this from someone, especially not you.”
Trying to ignore the tone of the comment Mike continued. “Ok so, maybe I don’t have the best relationship but I mean, I’m in one. I know that you need to communicate with someone or it doesn’t work…”
“You and Dennis don’t communicate.”
“And that’s why I know it doesn’t work!” He said, louder then he had intended to. He glanced around and saw a few people watching them, so he lowered his voice and leaned closer to Brooks. “I’m just trying to help you… I know I’m not the best person for that but… I’d be nice if you could at least pretend to respect me once in a while.”
“I do respect you!” Brooks snapped back, not caring at all if he was being loud. He’d been trying to pent up his emotions for so long he was positive he’d boil over if he didn’t let his walls down.
Mike didn’t want to start fighting with Brook, especially not after everything else he was going through, but Mike wasn’t exactly in a peachy mood either, so he didn’t hold back. “No… no I don’t think you do! I cooked yesterday and you didn’t even-”
“You’re a horrible cook.”
“-well, I also cleaned up the-”
“You can’t work the dishwasher.”
“I am always there for you when you need me! I deserve respect!!”
“I don’t want to talk about this now Mike.” Brooks said finally, looking away and trying to change the conversation.
“No? Well when’s good for you?! I’m sick of having to work around your schedule. I know that I’m not perfect, but you need someone to talk to and I am trying to be that person for you!
I’m just, I’m annoyed and I’m kind of feeling like you’re leaving me out in left field right now. I don’t know what I’m suppose to do and you won’t even talk to me!” Mike finished with a sigh, folding his arms over his chest and walking a few steps away from where Brooks was standing; his hands still on the cart as Cosmo sucked her thumb.
“Mike, I’m sorry I didn’t-“ Brooks began to say, but he cut off when he saw a woman approach him.
“Excuse me… I hate to interrupt but… you two look great together… whatever is going on, you should try to work it out for this beautiful little girl.” The stranger said, smiling down at Cosmo who was now looking up at the woman.
Exactly, thank you.” Mike said, his outburst already having died down. They watched her walk away and Mike smiled after her, but Brooks stood with his mouth agape. Mortified.
“Fuck. Mike, she thinks we’re together.”
“We are together.”
“No, she thinks we’re gay.”
“No she doesn’t!”
Brooks closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to stay calm. “Damnit! I told you not to wear pink!”
Mike attempted a few more times to get something out of Brooks, but he was unsuccessful at best. Brooks had become unresponsive, playing quietly with Cosmo until she fell asleep and then retreating into his room.
Even when Emily came over for a few minutes to say 'hi', he wouldn't come back out.
Mike felt horrible, like he was the worst friend ever.
All he could do was retreat into his own room and hope that this funk didn't last forever. He wanted to do more but at the same time he was positive that anything he might say was only going to put Brooks into a worse mood.
Mike kicked around his room, playing some xbox, painting and then resorting to calling Denise.
She sounded surprised to hear from him, and Mike was surprised to find that her voice made him feel instantly better. "Hey... I wasn't expecting to hear from you... everything ok?"
"Yah." Mike said, momentarily forgetting why he'd called in the first place. "Actually, no... it's not really." Denise went silent on the other end, waiting for Mike to elaborate, when he didn't she started talking again.
"Is there something I can help you with or... did you just want me to take your mind off it?"
Mike thought about that, not sure what he needed the most right now, sighing he flopped down onto his bed, stretching out on his back. "Just talk about something... non-hockey related right now, please?"
Denise hummed for a second as she finished filing away a few documents. She slipped away past the mayor's office and jogged into the side room, through the empty hall that lead to her office. She closed the door behind her and locked it, hoping that if anyone was left in the building this late, they'd leave her alone for a few minutes. She sighed and flopped down onto her cushy office chair, kicking off her heels and lifting her legs up onto the desk.
Finding something to talk about with Mike was hard enough, finding something totally non-hockey related was going to be almost impossible. He'd been so consumed with hockey since he was a child, even more so after he reached high-school... she was going to have to go back.
Glancing around her office she saw a pic of Mike and her at their grade 10, Winter Formal. It sparked an idea.
"Hey, remember biology class?" She asked softly as a smile spread across her face.
"Biology? No! I only passed biology class because you were my lab partner. Nothing good ever came out of that class."
She stiffled her giggle as she answered, "not even Mr. Bubbles?"
Mike couldn't believe how hard that name caused him to laugh, it had literally been years since he even thought about that dead, stinky frog. "Oh man... the frog disection, how could I forget about that?"
"Hmm probably cause you didn't do it." She quipped back, rolling her eyes as she remembered the lab module that had brought them together in the first place.
They had always known each other, always got along. Growing up in the same neighbourhood and going to school together from kingdergarten right up till high school, there was no way they could have avoided each other totally... but it was that class that created the relationship they still held onto.
"I remember, I stuck a stick in him and Chris Michaels and I were having sword fights... you kept yelling at me cause you're terrifed of frogs."
"I think I was more terrified of the idea of a dead frog getting in my hair somehow..."
"True. You didn't want to touch him though, even when it came the time to dissect him, but you did anyway." Mike added, remembering the day vividly.
"I know, I only did it because we would have failed the class if I let you mutalate him."
Mike snorted, rolling his eyes. "Whatever Ms. Govern General award... there was no way you'd fail that class, you could have skipped the last half of the year and still passed. You did it becaues you didn't want me to fail the class, you told me so."
Denise smiled to herself. "Only because you would have been kicked off the school's hockey team." She added softly. "I didn't want that to happen."
Mike rolled onto his side and looked over at the picture of Denise and him at their grade 10, Winter Formal - the same picture she was currently looking at. He thought about all the times like that, ever since they were kids, where she'd gone out of her way to make sure he was ok. All the times she had made him feel like he was important, like he was loved and respected. "I remember. Thank you."
"That was a long time ago Mike, and I'm pretty sure you already thanked me for it."
"No, not for that... for everything. I can always count on your Denise. I appreciate you, I always have, but I probably don't tell you that enough."
Denise sighed and felt the smile spread even further across her lips. "I know."
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
19. Confused
“Who do you think it is?”
“Shut up, Mike.” Brooks hissed under his breath as he pulled his pads on for practice.
Somehow he’d been able to avoid Emily as she picked up Cosmo after she’d arrived back at the apartment, and Brooks was in the clear as far as calling her ‘work place’ went. He’d explained everything to Mike, who in turn had lied to Emily and told her that he just wanted to know when she’d be back.
It seemed to work anyway, cause at this moment Emily was hanging out with Cosmo somewhere, supposedly oblivious to the thickening plot that was developing around her and Brooks. “Think its Jose? I think its Jose… you should go punch him.”
“Mike!” Brooks snapped, slamming the roll of hockey tape down on the bench in between them. “Even if it was… I’m not going to punch anyone. I have no reason to… she’s at perfect liberty to fuck whoever she wants.”
He tried to keep his tone even but he was sure Mike could probably hear how much he didn’t agree with what he was saying.
Wasn’t there some kind of law that said a girl couldn’t fuck multiple guys on the same team?
Even so, Brooks lifted his head and shot an angry glare at Jose as the goalie laughed along with something Semin was saying. He shook his head, trying to clear away any ill emotions he was feeling, but that became almost impossible as Ovechkin came into the room. “Just what I needed today.” Brooks sighed, glancing over at Mike who was waving to the loud Russian; his eyes wide like he was in complete awe, as usual. “Jesus Christ.” Brooks murmured as he got up and pulled his shoulder pads on.
“I’m so serious right now! You need to fucking see what she can do… I was railing her but she was doing some weird fucking gymnastics shit.” Ovie continued as he moved through the locker-room towards his stall. “I can’t even explain to you how good this girl can fuck.”
The next time Brooks looked down at Mike, he was no longer watching Ovie.
Their eyes met and Mike made a quick jerk with his head, as if trying to tell Brooks to not do whatever he was thinking about doing. Brooks and Ovie had had a few run-ins before, and it never ended up in Brooks’ favor, especially not once Boudreau got involved.
Brooks tried to keep that in mind, tried to keep himself focused on getting ready, but he couldn’t. “Backstrom… you need to see the titties on this girl.”
“Enough!” Brooks finally spat, turning around to face a glowering Russian.
“Problem?” Alex asked sarcastically as he pushed himself off the bench and onto his feet.
Brooks nodded. “Yah, I got a problem… how about you shut the fuck up?”
Alex glanced back and forth between Backstrom and Brooks as if figuring something out in his head. He finally gave his friend a small smirk, before he turned around to face Brooks completely. “How ‘bout you sit down, and I forget this happened… unless you wanna keep running your mouth off at me, then we can take this outside.”
“Or we can finish this right now, you dumb shit. What? You don’t have enough girls throwing themselves at your feet; you have to go pay for it? Or is it just because you know who she is?”
Alex furrowed his brow in confusion before glancing around the room, looking for an answer. “Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about Emily, you idiot! I know you were with her yesterday!”
“Whoa! Like… your neighbor?” Brooks nodded and scowled at Alex. “Well, I wasn’t with her yesterday… and what the fuck are you talking about paying?”
The whole room went quiet and Brooks glanced behind him to make sure that none of the coaching staff had come into the room yet. Mike was the only person standing behind him, and he looked terrified. “I… ah… never mind.”
“Brooks.” Someone said quietly from the side of the room. Everyone in the locker-room turned to look at Scott Walker who was sitting on the bench. “I was with that Emily girl yesterday.”
Brooks just nodded; it was all he could really do. Walker was a good guy, one of the older guys who had watched out for him when he first got drafted to the team. “Would you maybe… let me explain though?” He added quickly, motioning towards the door with his head.
Mike just shrugged and gave Brooks a tug towards the door, as Walker pushed it opened. Brooks and Scott walked a few feet away from the door before they said anything. “Listen Brooks… you don’t have anything to be worried about, ok? She likes you, I know she does… she talked about you a lot the few times I did meet up with her and, well I figure that’s what you’re so upset about… what with your little outburst there at Ovie.
But seriously, please don’t tell my wife… and don’t tell the other guys on the team ok? If they ask just say I was having lunch with her or something… I just…” He sighed and shook his head before looking back up at Brooks. “My wife will kill me. She’ll seriously take my balls and pull them out my mouth.”
“Then why are you doing this?”
“What else am I suppose to do?” Was all he said, before he turned around and headed back into the locker-room, leaving Brooks standing in the middle of the hallway, alone.
“So what are you gonna do?” Mike asked as he
"I don't know... what am I suppose to do? We were already over this. I can't stop her Mike-"
"Maybe she'd stop if you asked her to."
Brooks exhaled loudly as he shook the thought away. He tilted his head to the right and let it land with a thud against the passenger window of Mike's truck.
They sat in the black vehicle, outside of the apartment complex, knowing that as soon as they ascending the stairs to their apartment, they'd have to come face to face with Emily. Brooks just wasn't ready for that at the moment. "Walker said she'd talk about me. He said that she liked me." He added absently as he gazed out the window at the large, brick building.
The words felt so foreign coming out of his mouth.
Everything felt foreign in that moment. He couldn't wrap his mind around what was eating away at him; he couldn't figure out what the big deal was.
He knew what she did, knew who she was doing it with, yet the confirmation - the full knowledge - that she was with a team-mate of his, was just too much.
Brooks knew that he shouldn't care, that he should try to go back on his idea to come out into the open, but he just couldn't deal with it.
"That's a good thing, then. Right? Or wait, is it?" Mike said, pulling Brooks out of his contemplation. "I mean, are we still wanting Emily to like you or... you're going to need to talk to me here man, I'm lost."
"It's just... real now, you know?" He asked, knowing full well that Mike had no idea what he was going through, but he continued on anyway. "I mean... I knew, but- what the fuck is wrong with me?"
Mike opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped, not sure what Brooks needed to hear. "I just... fuck! I shouldn't have so many issues like this. You and Denise... you guys are fucked up, like really... but you're still in a better situation than me." Mike nodded along, not at all denying the fuck-upness of his situation. He had sex to an egg-timer... but at least he was having sex.
"I still think you should just talk to her about it." He said, still defiantly repeating the same thing over and over again, that he had been since they left the rink. "You have to face her at some point and you might as well get it over with... unless you've changed your mind about the whole thing?"
To that didn't have an answer, and after waiting full five-minutes without getting anything more, Mike pushed open the driver's door and ambled up the walk towards the apartment.
He pushed the door open and disappeared inside, leaving Brooks in the truck.
After spending another few minutes alone in solitude, Brooks finally got out of the truck and headed towards him home. He still wasn't sure what he was going to say to Emily, if he was going to say anything, but he knew he couldn't stay out there all night.
When he reached the landing, his door opened and Emily walked out backwards, laughing at something Mike was saying to her.
She turned around and headed towards her place, but stopped and glanced over her shoulder at Brooks. "Hey, I was wondering if you got lost." She smiled, turning around to face him.
Brooks shrugged and finished climbing the last few stairs between them. When he reached the floor, he stood still, staring down at her until she bit her lip awkwardly. "Good practice?"
"It was ok." He said quietly as he continued to search her face for some kind of indication as to what he was supposed to do.
He wanted to be mad, or at the very least, feel nothing. He wanted her to change, her face to take on some different shape or features, something that would make her unremarkable. But as he watched her that didn't happen, she stayed Emily, the same girl she had always been before.
Sure she had her secrets and her double-life, but she was still the same dependable, kind, pretty girl from across the hall that he had come to know. "I should let you get going... have a good night, Emily."
She nodded and watched him a minute longer before she wished him goodnight and back to her apartment.
He watched her until she closed the door behind her and he heard the lock click, before he opened the door to his right.
Cosmo was sitting in front of the door and she squealed when she saw her father. "Dadda!"
"Hey baby girl... did you have a good time here while daddy was at work?"
"Em-me." She said, pointing at the door. "Em-me!"
"Yah I know..." He sighed softly as he scooped her up in his arms. "I wish she was here too."
“Shut up, Mike.” Brooks hissed under his breath as he pulled his pads on for practice.
Somehow he’d been able to avoid Emily as she picked up Cosmo after she’d arrived back at the apartment, and Brooks was in the clear as far as calling her ‘work place’ went. He’d explained everything to Mike, who in turn had lied to Emily and told her that he just wanted to know when she’d be back.
It seemed to work anyway, cause at this moment Emily was hanging out with Cosmo somewhere, supposedly oblivious to the thickening plot that was developing around her and Brooks. “Think its Jose? I think its Jose… you should go punch him.”
“Mike!” Brooks snapped, slamming the roll of hockey tape down on the bench in between them. “Even if it was… I’m not going to punch anyone. I have no reason to… she’s at perfect liberty to fuck whoever she wants.”
He tried to keep his tone even but he was sure Mike could probably hear how much he didn’t agree with what he was saying.
Wasn’t there some kind of law that said a girl couldn’t fuck multiple guys on the same team?
Even so, Brooks lifted his head and shot an angry glare at Jose as the goalie laughed along with something Semin was saying. He shook his head, trying to clear away any ill emotions he was feeling, but that became almost impossible as Ovechkin came into the room. “Just what I needed today.” Brooks sighed, glancing over at Mike who was waving to the loud Russian; his eyes wide like he was in complete awe, as usual. “Jesus Christ.” Brooks murmured as he got up and pulled his shoulder pads on.
“I’m so serious right now! You need to fucking see what she can do… I was railing her but she was doing some weird fucking gymnastics shit.” Ovie continued as he moved through the locker-room towards his stall. “I can’t even explain to you how good this girl can fuck.”
The next time Brooks looked down at Mike, he was no longer watching Ovie.
Their eyes met and Mike made a quick jerk with his head, as if trying to tell Brooks to not do whatever he was thinking about doing. Brooks and Ovie had had a few run-ins before, and it never ended up in Brooks’ favor, especially not once Boudreau got involved.
Brooks tried to keep that in mind, tried to keep himself focused on getting ready, but he couldn’t. “Backstrom… you need to see the titties on this girl.”
“Enough!” Brooks finally spat, turning around to face a glowering Russian.
“Problem?” Alex asked sarcastically as he pushed himself off the bench and onto his feet.
Brooks nodded. “Yah, I got a problem… how about you shut the fuck up?”
Alex glanced back and forth between Backstrom and Brooks as if figuring something out in his head. He finally gave his friend a small smirk, before he turned around to face Brooks completely. “How ‘bout you sit down, and I forget this happened… unless you wanna keep running your mouth off at me, then we can take this outside.”
“Or we can finish this right now, you dumb shit. What? You don’t have enough girls throwing themselves at your feet; you have to go pay for it? Or is it just because you know who she is?”
Alex furrowed his brow in confusion before glancing around the room, looking for an answer. “Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about Emily, you idiot! I know you were with her yesterday!”
“Whoa! Like… your neighbor?” Brooks nodded and scowled at Alex. “Well, I wasn’t with her yesterday… and what the fuck are you talking about paying?”
The whole room went quiet and Brooks glanced behind him to make sure that none of the coaching staff had come into the room yet. Mike was the only person standing behind him, and he looked terrified. “I… ah… never mind.”
“Brooks.” Someone said quietly from the side of the room. Everyone in the locker-room turned to look at Scott Walker who was sitting on the bench. “I was with that Emily girl yesterday.”
Brooks just nodded; it was all he could really do. Walker was a good guy, one of the older guys who had watched out for him when he first got drafted to the team. “Would you maybe… let me explain though?” He added quickly, motioning towards the door with his head.
Mike just shrugged and gave Brooks a tug towards the door, as Walker pushed it opened. Brooks and Scott walked a few feet away from the door before they said anything. “Listen Brooks… you don’t have anything to be worried about, ok? She likes you, I know she does… she talked about you a lot the few times I did meet up with her and, well I figure that’s what you’re so upset about… what with your little outburst there at Ovie.
But seriously, please don’t tell my wife… and don’t tell the other guys on the team ok? If they ask just say I was having lunch with her or something… I just…” He sighed and shook his head before looking back up at Brooks. “My wife will kill me. She’ll seriously take my balls and pull them out my mouth.”
“Then why are you doing this?”
“What else am I suppose to do?” Was all he said, before he turned around and headed back into the locker-room, leaving Brooks standing in the middle of the hallway, alone.
“So what are you gonna do?” Mike asked as he
"I don't know... what am I suppose to do? We were already over this. I can't stop her Mike-"
"Maybe she'd stop if you asked her to."
Brooks exhaled loudly as he shook the thought away. He tilted his head to the right and let it land with a thud against the passenger window of Mike's truck.
They sat in the black vehicle, outside of the apartment complex, knowing that as soon as they ascending the stairs to their apartment, they'd have to come face to face with Emily. Brooks just wasn't ready for that at the moment. "Walker said she'd talk about me. He said that she liked me." He added absently as he gazed out the window at the large, brick building.
The words felt so foreign coming out of his mouth.
Everything felt foreign in that moment. He couldn't wrap his mind around what was eating away at him; he couldn't figure out what the big deal was.
He knew what she did, knew who she was doing it with, yet the confirmation - the full knowledge - that she was with a team-mate of his, was just too much.
Brooks knew that he shouldn't care, that he should try to go back on his idea to come out into the open, but he just couldn't deal with it.
"That's a good thing, then. Right? Or wait, is it?" Mike said, pulling Brooks out of his contemplation. "I mean, are we still wanting Emily to like you or... you're going to need to talk to me here man, I'm lost."
"It's just... real now, you know?" He asked, knowing full well that Mike had no idea what he was going through, but he continued on anyway. "I mean... I knew, but- what the fuck is wrong with me?"
Mike opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped, not sure what Brooks needed to hear. "I just... fuck! I shouldn't have so many issues like this. You and Denise... you guys are fucked up, like really... but you're still in a better situation than me." Mike nodded along, not at all denying the fuck-upness of his situation. He had sex to an egg-timer... but at least he was having sex.
"I still think you should just talk to her about it." He said, still defiantly repeating the same thing over and over again, that he had been since they left the rink. "You have to face her at some point and you might as well get it over with... unless you've changed your mind about the whole thing?"
To that didn't have an answer, and after waiting full five-minutes without getting anything more, Mike pushed open the driver's door and ambled up the walk towards the apartment.
He pushed the door open and disappeared inside, leaving Brooks in the truck.
After spending another few minutes alone in solitude, Brooks finally got out of the truck and headed towards him home. He still wasn't sure what he was going to say to Emily, if he was going to say anything, but he knew he couldn't stay out there all night.
When he reached the landing, his door opened and Emily walked out backwards, laughing at something Mike was saying to her.
She turned around and headed towards her place, but stopped and glanced over her shoulder at Brooks. "Hey, I was wondering if you got lost." She smiled, turning around to face him.
Brooks shrugged and finished climbing the last few stairs between them. When he reached the floor, he stood still, staring down at her until she bit her lip awkwardly. "Good practice?"
"It was ok." He said quietly as he continued to search her face for some kind of indication as to what he was supposed to do.
He wanted to be mad, or at the very least, feel nothing. He wanted her to change, her face to take on some different shape or features, something that would make her unremarkable. But as he watched her that didn't happen, she stayed Emily, the same girl she had always been before.
Sure she had her secrets and her double-life, but she was still the same dependable, kind, pretty girl from across the hall that he had come to know. "I should let you get going... have a good night, Emily."
She nodded and watched him a minute longer before she wished him goodnight and back to her apartment.
He watched her until she closed the door behind her and he heard the lock click, before he opened the door to his right.
Cosmo was sitting in front of the door and she squealed when she saw her father. "Dadda!"
"Hey baby girl... did you have a good time here while daddy was at work?"
"Em-me." She said, pointing at the door. "Em-me!"
"Yah I know..." He sighed softly as he scooped her up in his arms. "I wish she was here too."
Monday, May 31, 2010
18. Awake
Yay for being home! My voice is gone - too much karaokee - but what can you do? Sorry to everyone who's stories I haven't commented on but I'm just getting back into things tonight!
Hopefully I'll be caught up to speed and back in business tomorrow. This is kinda short and kinda not good but... it was needed for what's coming =)
Hope you enjoy it anyway!
Whisper - A Fine Frenzy
It wasn't that he wasn't completely exhausted, because he was. After coming back from Emily's apartment - Mike in tow - they'd made it home just time to catch Cosmo waking up.
Whatever was wrong with her Brooks had been up almost all night trying to get her back to sleep. Now, that it was day time, she was out in the living room with Mike.
He was watching her in an attempt to give Brooks some must needed rest, but it wasn't helping. Everytime Brooks felt his eye lids get heavy and they began to close, his mind began to wander back to his off-limits neighbour.
It wasn't even so much that she was actually'off-limits', Brooks had just painted her into that box and now it was impossible to take her back out.
Before he had done it simply because he thought she was some kind of crazy, controlling, bitch that just wanted to ruin his fun... it seemed like a reasonable assumption at the time that he wouldn't want to be anywhere near her, ever.
All that had changed though, with the arrival of Cosmo.
Emily had gone above and beyond anything that Brooks would have asked of her. She'd not only helped him out by watching his daughter when he had no one else to, but she'd helped him and Mike too, and somehow managed to create a deep-rooted connection with Cosmo in the process.
It was almost odd to think that if Brooks hadn't found out he was a father, Emily would still be nothing more than the crazy girl across the hall.
With a deep, loud exhale, he pulled the covers up over his head in an attempt to stop the filtering day light from finding him.
His blind was still drawn shut but he could tell by the sunlight slipping through the cracks around the window frame.
The blankets enabled him to be consumed once more by darkness, but they couldn’t stop his mind from racing.
Now that he was past the initial shock and excitement of everything he’d discovered that evening, he was left with an unbearable amount of emptiness and confusion.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the heat of the thick covers as he allowed his mind to continue to wander around Emily, and all the changes their relationship had gone through. He'd be lying if he said that Cosmo was the only person she'd made a deep connection with. She'd become someone that he could rely on, someone that he could trust and have faith in; there weren't a lot of women he could say that about.
And that had been enough, or at least he'd thought that was where their relationship would end.
He hated to admit not only that it was possible he was wrong on that account, but why he was wrong. He should have better self control then what he was displaying now. After all, Emily hadn't changed. She was the exact same girl that she had always been as long as he'd known her, so if there was a wild side to her, it had always been there.
However, regardless as to whether or not she had changed; this discovery changed everything for him.
How was he suppose to be able to look at her the same way again? He couldn't. He knew it now without even being in the same room as her, that his mind would fall into the gutter as soon as he saw her. Even if she didn't realize it, she was already having a strange influence on Brooks.
She was suppose to be his neighbour, his nanny, not someone he wanted to be on...
Brooks still couldn't be sure why all those things were in her room. Was it all work? All play? Or both? It didn't even matter though, one of the reasons Brooks had never been able to make relationships last was mostly because of sex. Sure, there were girls that he'd been able to talk into things, or girls that were intoxicated enough to do what he wanted them to... but he'd never met someone who he was sure would be into the same things as he was.
Everything... the toys, the costumes, the whole concept of being able to take a dominating role in a sexual situation was too much for him to ignore.
But of course that wasn't all.
Seeing this kinky side of her had changed his mindset about her completely. He already knew that he could get along with her, now that they'd made it to this point in their relationship, and he already knew he liked spending time with her. If he combined that with all the things he now wanted to do to her... why couldn't he finally have a relationship that worked out?
But then that lead to another situation all together. Did he even want a relationship with her? More than that… would she even want one with him? Everything had changed for Brooks in the past few weeks, everything. But that was all in his life, Emily’s own personal life hadn’t really changed. Sure, she was spending more time at their apartment, but she was still doing exactly what she had been doing before.
So why would she changed what she was doing now?
There was no indication on her part that she would, or that she’d even want to. If Brooks even attempted to start anything, he’d be putting himself way out into an uncomfortable position; a place he hadn’t been in before.
What were his options then? The way he saw it he had two. He either said something to her, or he didn’t.
If he didn’t, then he’d be playing it safe, and most likely, nothing would happen. He’d go on and she’d go on and that would be that… but would he be ok with that? Did the risk of putting his feelings out into the open, outweigh the possibility of passing up the opportunity?
And what if he did tell her, and she admitted that she liked him too? Could he ignore the fact that she’d been selling her body to strange men, and more than that, would she stop?
Could he even ask her to stop?
Even if it wasn’t something he approved of, it was her livelihood… she made a living having sex with strangers, so was it even possible for her to do something else?
Maybe this was one of those ‘you’re not suppose to try and change a girl’ conversations he had had with his mom. Of course, if his mom knew what it was he was trying to change, she’d probably approve.
It was all too much for him, especially in the mindset he was in now. He was too tired to get up but too distracted to fall asleep. He need to figure something out, and he needed to do it now.
Without much trouble he was able to get Emily’s work number from the landlord who lived on the bottom floor.
He now sat on the bottom of his bed with the number in his left hand, the phone in his right. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to say, or where he was calling. Was it an escort service or some kind of secret phone number she used for clients only? He could have just called her cell phone, but he felt like this would kill two birds with one stone, he could tell her they needed to talk and she would already assume that he knew the truth about her… that way when she got home, she’d know he already had all the information.
Clearing his throat he punched in the number and then dropped down onto his back, pressing the phone to his ear.
The girl who answered was talking so quickly Brooks could hardly make her out, and he mumbled out a random string of filler noise before he could get the balls to say anything. “Hi. Is Emily there?”
“Ummm she’s with someone right now, can I take a message?”
“Sure… you can tell her that ah… it’s Mike… Green.” Brooks closed his eyes and silently cursed his stupidity. His original idea was to try and get a hold of her, if he couldn’t he’d just hang up; but leaving a message was force of habit.
Saying Mike’s name was also a force of habit when he didn’t want someone to know it was him… of course now when Emily asked Mike why he called, well… they’d both look like idiots.
“Like, Mike Green… the hockey player?”
“Ugh… yah…”
The girl started to giggle and Brooks sat up, ready to hang up the phone. “That’s so funny! I mean, I know everyone always goes on about how awesome she is but… I guess word travels fast with you hockey boys, doesn’t it?”
“What?”
“The guys she’s with right now is one of your team-mates. I mean… this is what? His fourth, fifth time getting together with her? I guess he’s been telling you guys all about it, right? I hear the kind of things you talk about in those locker-rooms.”
Brooks could hardly speak. He mumbled another incoherent string of noises before he hung up.
He stood up slowly, before throwing the phone across the room and running his hands through his hair as he watched it shatter.
Maybe he could forgive her for fucking strangers, but he couldn’t forgive this.
Hopefully I'll be caught up to speed and back in business tomorrow. This is kinda short and kinda not good but... it was needed for what's coming =)
Hope you enjoy it anyway!
Whisper - A Fine Frenzy
It wasn't that he wasn't completely exhausted, because he was. After coming back from Emily's apartment - Mike in tow - they'd made it home just time to catch Cosmo waking up.
Whatever was wrong with her Brooks had been up almost all night trying to get her back to sleep. Now, that it was day time, she was out in the living room with Mike.
He was watching her in an attempt to give Brooks some must needed rest, but it wasn't helping. Everytime Brooks felt his eye lids get heavy and they began to close, his mind began to wander back to his off-limits neighbour.
It wasn't even so much that she was actually'off-limits', Brooks had just painted her into that box and now it was impossible to take her back out.
Before he had done it simply because he thought she was some kind of crazy, controlling, bitch that just wanted to ruin his fun... it seemed like a reasonable assumption at the time that he wouldn't want to be anywhere near her, ever.
All that had changed though, with the arrival of Cosmo.
Emily had gone above and beyond anything that Brooks would have asked of her. She'd not only helped him out by watching his daughter when he had no one else to, but she'd helped him and Mike too, and somehow managed to create a deep-rooted connection with Cosmo in the process.
It was almost odd to think that if Brooks hadn't found out he was a father, Emily would still be nothing more than the crazy girl across the hall.
With a deep, loud exhale, he pulled the covers up over his head in an attempt to stop the filtering day light from finding him.
His blind was still drawn shut but he could tell by the sunlight slipping through the cracks around the window frame.
The blankets enabled him to be consumed once more by darkness, but they couldn’t stop his mind from racing.
Now that he was past the initial shock and excitement of everything he’d discovered that evening, he was left with an unbearable amount of emptiness and confusion.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the heat of the thick covers as he allowed his mind to continue to wander around Emily, and all the changes their relationship had gone through. He'd be lying if he said that Cosmo was the only person she'd made a deep connection with. She'd become someone that he could rely on, someone that he could trust and have faith in; there weren't a lot of women he could say that about.
And that had been enough, or at least he'd thought that was where their relationship would end.
He hated to admit not only that it was possible he was wrong on that account, but why he was wrong. He should have better self control then what he was displaying now. After all, Emily hadn't changed. She was the exact same girl that she had always been as long as he'd known her, so if there was a wild side to her, it had always been there.
However, regardless as to whether or not she had changed; this discovery changed everything for him.
How was he suppose to be able to look at her the same way again? He couldn't. He knew it now without even being in the same room as her, that his mind would fall into the gutter as soon as he saw her. Even if she didn't realize it, she was already having a strange influence on Brooks.
She was suppose to be his neighbour, his nanny, not someone he wanted to be on...
Brooks still couldn't be sure why all those things were in her room. Was it all work? All play? Or both? It didn't even matter though, one of the reasons Brooks had never been able to make relationships last was mostly because of sex. Sure, there were girls that he'd been able to talk into things, or girls that were intoxicated enough to do what he wanted them to... but he'd never met someone who he was sure would be into the same things as he was.
Everything... the toys, the costumes, the whole concept of being able to take a dominating role in a sexual situation was too much for him to ignore.
But of course that wasn't all.
Seeing this kinky side of her had changed his mindset about her completely. He already knew that he could get along with her, now that they'd made it to this point in their relationship, and he already knew he liked spending time with her. If he combined that with all the things he now wanted to do to her... why couldn't he finally have a relationship that worked out?
But then that lead to another situation all together. Did he even want a relationship with her? More than that… would she even want one with him? Everything had changed for Brooks in the past few weeks, everything. But that was all in his life, Emily’s own personal life hadn’t really changed. Sure, she was spending more time at their apartment, but she was still doing exactly what she had been doing before.
So why would she changed what she was doing now?
There was no indication on her part that she would, or that she’d even want to. If Brooks even attempted to start anything, he’d be putting himself way out into an uncomfortable position; a place he hadn’t been in before.
What were his options then? The way he saw it he had two. He either said something to her, or he didn’t.
If he didn’t, then he’d be playing it safe, and most likely, nothing would happen. He’d go on and she’d go on and that would be that… but would he be ok with that? Did the risk of putting his feelings out into the open, outweigh the possibility of passing up the opportunity?
And what if he did tell her, and she admitted that she liked him too? Could he ignore the fact that she’d been selling her body to strange men, and more than that, would she stop?
Could he even ask her to stop?
Even if it wasn’t something he approved of, it was her livelihood… she made a living having sex with strangers, so was it even possible for her to do something else?
Maybe this was one of those ‘you’re not suppose to try and change a girl’ conversations he had had with his mom. Of course, if his mom knew what it was he was trying to change, she’d probably approve.
It was all too much for him, especially in the mindset he was in now. He was too tired to get up but too distracted to fall asleep. He need to figure something out, and he needed to do it now.
Without much trouble he was able to get Emily’s work number from the landlord who lived on the bottom floor.
He now sat on the bottom of his bed with the number in his left hand, the phone in his right. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to say, or where he was calling. Was it an escort service or some kind of secret phone number she used for clients only? He could have just called her cell phone, but he felt like this would kill two birds with one stone, he could tell her they needed to talk and she would already assume that he knew the truth about her… that way when she got home, she’d know he already had all the information.
Clearing his throat he punched in the number and then dropped down onto his back, pressing the phone to his ear.
The girl who answered was talking so quickly Brooks could hardly make her out, and he mumbled out a random string of filler noise before he could get the balls to say anything. “Hi. Is Emily there?”
“Ummm she’s with someone right now, can I take a message?”
“Sure… you can tell her that ah… it’s Mike… Green.” Brooks closed his eyes and silently cursed his stupidity. His original idea was to try and get a hold of her, if he couldn’t he’d just hang up; but leaving a message was force of habit.
Saying Mike’s name was also a force of habit when he didn’t want someone to know it was him… of course now when Emily asked Mike why he called, well… they’d both look like idiots.
“Like, Mike Green… the hockey player?”
“Ugh… yah…”
The girl started to giggle and Brooks sat up, ready to hang up the phone. “That’s so funny! I mean, I know everyone always goes on about how awesome she is but… I guess word travels fast with you hockey boys, doesn’t it?”
“What?”
“The guys she’s with right now is one of your team-mates. I mean… this is what? His fourth, fifth time getting together with her? I guess he’s been telling you guys all about it, right? I hear the kind of things you talk about in those locker-rooms.”
Brooks could hardly speak. He mumbled another incoherent string of noises before he hung up.
He stood up slowly, before throwing the phone across the room and running his hands through his hair as he watched it shatter.
Maybe he could forgive her for fucking strangers, but he couldn’t forgive this.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
17. Kinky
Ok, sorry this is late! But better late then never, right? Anyway, I'm gonna try to get another update done tomorrow... but I work tomorrow night and then I'm leaving for Moncton for saturday and sunday. I doubt I'll get anything done then, but I should have something up either late sunday or sometime monday!
Sorry about leaving you guys hanging but I promise some good things are on the way =D!
Oh, I also didn't proof this... sorry lol
Brooks had spent the last few days trying to be home as little as possible. It wasn’t just the fact that he hated Denise either, he had noticed that Mike and her were in one of their strange moments - the kind where they tip-toed around each other enough that they could both pretend everything was ok.
It was a time-bomb waiting to happen.
Any minute of any day, anything could happen that would set Denise off… and Brooks didn’t want to be there when that shit hit the fan.
Plus, he had seen the egg timer on Mike’s bedside table and, well, he knew enough to give them some alone time.
He’d spent his time bouncing back and forth between the local park and the rink. When Emily was available to watch Cosmo, he’d hit up the optional practices, in the hopes of maybe improving his point total for the season. Unfortunately, come Wednesday morning, Emily wasn’t accessible to watch Cosmo for him, so Brooks decided to spend the morning at home.
He was deeply joyful when he found out that Denise was also leaving that day, something he tried to hide from a moderately depressed looking Mike.
He could hear them talking behind Mike’s bedroom door, and it took all his willpower not to press an empty glass against the wood and try to listen in. He wasn’t really that nosy, he was just extremely bored, with nothing better to do since Cosmo was napping.
As if a higher power was trying to protect Mike’s privacy, the phone rang and Brooks moved out of the hallway and into the kitchen to answer it. “Hello?”
“Brooks! Hi… it’s Emily.” She said in a rush, sounding out of breath and stressed out. “Listen, remember when I told you I was gonna be gone for the night for business?” Brooks nodded to himself, instinctively bringing his hand up to his stomach in an attempt to keep the sickening feeling from spreading. “Well I think I forgot to lock the door… will you just… could you lock it for me? Don’t go inside, just lock it?”
“Yah-”
“Seriously. Do NOT go inside and start snooping through my shit, ok?”
“Ok.”
“Brooks?”
“I said ‘Ok’!” He huffed, half-wondering if she had just somehow seen his laps in willpower.
Emily sighed ran her hand over her face. “Alright, thank you.” She said, adding the last part half-heartedly.
They said their goodbyes and got off the phone. Brooks hung the receiver back up onto the wall and headed out into the hallway.
He laughed out loud as he got closer to the door, realizing that not only had she forgotten to lock it, but she’d forgotten to shut it.
He pushed the door open and reached his hand around it, turning the lock on the handle until it clicked. He moved to close it but he stopped himself, holding his breath as he pushed it open slightly; then fully.
The apartment was immaculately clean, freakishly so. It looked like something from the cover of a magazine, to the point that Brooks felt awkward even standing in the front entrance way.
He cleared his throat and looked out back over his shoulder into the deserted hallway. “Hello?” He called into the spotless space, for good measure.
Nobody answered and Brooks took a few steps in, stepping on the balls of his feet as lightly as possible. He thought that there was a good chance her floor was so clean that she’d be able to see his footprints on it, but when he looked back he saw nothing.
Breathing a sigh of relief he moved further into the apartment, looking for… well, whatever.
The entire place was impersonal. There were no pictures of people and no distinguishing factors. The walls were all white and the furniture was too; the decorations were dark red and black accents, none of them anything special.
Clicking his tongue at his failed attempt at creeping, Brooks turned back around and headed towards the door.
He stopped in front of the hallway, glancing down it. It was almost eerie, looking at it from that direction. Emily’s apartment - architecturally - was the complete opposite of Brooks and Mike’s. It had all the same mouldings and set-up, but it was ass backwards. Of course that wasn’t what caught Brooks’ attention…
He moved off down the hallway until he came to a stop outside the one door that was holding his interest. It was almost closed completely, minus the black thing that was holding it opened, squeezed in-between the door and the door frame.
Brooks pushed the door open and picked up the thin, sheer material, turning it over in his hands. He finally held it up in front of himself and looked at it the proper way, realizing it for what it was - a see-through, black, lace bra.
His mouth dropped open and he couldn’t help but feel his breathing get heavier and quicker. He dropped his hand down to the side, but didn’t let go of the undergarment as he stepped into the room.
Emily’s room was the complete opposite of the rest of her apartment. It was cluttered and unorganized, dark and full of personal artefacts.
There were pictures of her as a young adult in college and a few with her and other girls, all squeezed in together and smiling for the camera.
But that wasn’t even what held Brooks’ attention the most.
The bed was centered in the middle of the room and was covered in black silk sheets and a cheetah print throw. The headboard was large and dark, and had two long poles on each side, offset by a pair of metal handcuffs hanging from each side.
Unable to help himself, Brooks leaned closer to examine the metal cuffs, tugging on one of them to see whether or not they were real; they were. He also noticed the way they’d been warn into the wood of the headboard, leaving the wood underneath exposed.
Brooks turned and knocked his leg on the bedside table. It was sheer, driven curiosity that caused him to reach down, with the intent to pull open the drawer. He stopped short though, instead turning his head to the side and grabbing at the things that were littering the floor.
With the scoop of a single, large hand, he managed to obtain an extremely high, red stiletto, a pair of black fishnets, a skimpy green g-string, and a candy garter belt. “Holy hell.” He mumbled, holding his booty tight against his chest and running back out of Emily’s apartment.
Without thinking he kicked the door of his apartment open and ran down the hall, slamming his shoulder into Mike’s bedroom door and letting himself in. “Mike!” He yelled, not caring at all that his room-mate was currently wrapped up in a blanket with his girlfriend.
Brooks dove onto the bed in between them and shoved Denise out of the way. “Move Dennis! This is important.”
“Mike! He just-”
“Woah! What’s that?!” Mike yelled, cutting off Denise’s complaint and grabbing the fishnets out of Brooks’ hand.
“It’s the fucking mother load buddy! Her whole room is filled, FILLED with this kinda stuff. It’s everywhere… it’s like… my room… only like, if I was a girl…” Brooks tried to explain, dropping his arms down and releasing all of Emily’s things onto the bed.
Mike sat up, excitedly pawing through the different things before looking up at Brooks.
“Holy shit! She’s a freak like you! Candy under-wear-garmet-string-thing? You love underwear and you love candy… and strings! You’re soul mates.”
Denise exhaled loudly and tugged on the blanket until Brooks moved off it and let her go. She wrapped it around her body and started to walk away from the bed. “I’ll get dressed in the bathroom…”
“This is insane!”
“I know… I just… I mean… do you think she’s really into it or do you think she just does it for work?”
Mike shrugged and contemplated putting one of the candies in his mouth. “I don’t know but, we need to find out.” He suggested, looking up at Brooks as if to prove how serious he was.
“How though?” Brooks asked, his mind still reeling from all the endless possibilities.
Mike shrugged again and pushed himself out of the bed, covering his nakedness with a pair of boxers and jeans. “We should go back and see what else is there…”
“Do you think that’s morally wrong?” Brooks asked, but the answer didn’t matter, he was already following Mike out towards the living room.
“I don’t know but, we’re gonna do it anyway.” Brooks smiled at the fact that Mike was on the same wavelength as him, as they headed down the hallway.
Something in the back of his mind was nagging at him, mostly the idea that all of these things were props, used for her to entertain other men, but he pushed that aside. The mental images of her in these things was setting his thoughts into another direction entirely.
It wasn’t until Mike was sitting cross-legged on Emily’s floor with a pocket vibrater in his hand that he realized two things. One, he was holding a vibrater in his hand, and two, he’d just left Denise alone, and she was probably gone now. “Hey Brooks?” He called, glancing over his shoulder as Brooks appeared from Emily’s closet holding up a complete ’sexy cop’ outfit on a hanger. “How do you just do this kind of stuff with a girl? Do you just tell her it’s gonna happen, or do you just do it?”
“Why? You thinking of livening up your sex life with Denise?”
Mike snorted, looking away to hide the deep blush that was spreading across his cheeks. “No. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it so it’s not like I have to… you know… “ He sighed, dropping the tiny silver vibrator onto the floor and leaning his head back against Emily’s bed. “I just don’t know what to do!!” He whined, loudly. “I take off her clothing, poke her with my finger till it’s wet, then I put my dick in… what more does she want from me?!” He sighed and pulled himself up, until he could flop face first onto the bed. “I just don’t want to get all fuckin’ wild and go too far…”
Brooks started to laugh and Mike snapped his head up as he reappeared from inside the closet. In one hand he was holding a large pink dildo, in the other he had a ball gag, dangling from his index finger. “Let me explain how this works to you buddy…” He grinned, directing his sheepish gaze at Mike. “When you think you’ve gone too far… you haven’t even scratched the surface.”
Sorry about leaving you guys hanging but I promise some good things are on the way =D!
Oh, I also didn't proof this... sorry lol
Brooks had spent the last few days trying to be home as little as possible. It wasn’t just the fact that he hated Denise either, he had noticed that Mike and her were in one of their strange moments - the kind where they tip-toed around each other enough that they could both pretend everything was ok.
It was a time-bomb waiting to happen.
Any minute of any day, anything could happen that would set Denise off… and Brooks didn’t want to be there when that shit hit the fan.
Plus, he had seen the egg timer on Mike’s bedside table and, well, he knew enough to give them some alone time.
He’d spent his time bouncing back and forth between the local park and the rink. When Emily was available to watch Cosmo, he’d hit up the optional practices, in the hopes of maybe improving his point total for the season. Unfortunately, come Wednesday morning, Emily wasn’t accessible to watch Cosmo for him, so Brooks decided to spend the morning at home.
He was deeply joyful when he found out that Denise was also leaving that day, something he tried to hide from a moderately depressed looking Mike.
He could hear them talking behind Mike’s bedroom door, and it took all his willpower not to press an empty glass against the wood and try to listen in. He wasn’t really that nosy, he was just extremely bored, with nothing better to do since Cosmo was napping.
As if a higher power was trying to protect Mike’s privacy, the phone rang and Brooks moved out of the hallway and into the kitchen to answer it. “Hello?”
“Brooks! Hi… it’s Emily.” She said in a rush, sounding out of breath and stressed out. “Listen, remember when I told you I was gonna be gone for the night for business?” Brooks nodded to himself, instinctively bringing his hand up to his stomach in an attempt to keep the sickening feeling from spreading. “Well I think I forgot to lock the door… will you just… could you lock it for me? Don’t go inside, just lock it?”
“Yah-”
“Seriously. Do NOT go inside and start snooping through my shit, ok?”
“Ok.”
“Brooks?”
“I said ‘Ok’!” He huffed, half-wondering if she had just somehow seen his laps in willpower.
Emily sighed ran her hand over her face. “Alright, thank you.” She said, adding the last part half-heartedly.
They said their goodbyes and got off the phone. Brooks hung the receiver back up onto the wall and headed out into the hallway.
He laughed out loud as he got closer to the door, realizing that not only had she forgotten to lock it, but she’d forgotten to shut it.
He pushed the door open and reached his hand around it, turning the lock on the handle until it clicked. He moved to close it but he stopped himself, holding his breath as he pushed it open slightly; then fully.
The apartment was immaculately clean, freakishly so. It looked like something from the cover of a magazine, to the point that Brooks felt awkward even standing in the front entrance way.
He cleared his throat and looked out back over his shoulder into the deserted hallway. “Hello?” He called into the spotless space, for good measure.
Nobody answered and Brooks took a few steps in, stepping on the balls of his feet as lightly as possible. He thought that there was a good chance her floor was so clean that she’d be able to see his footprints on it, but when he looked back he saw nothing.
Breathing a sigh of relief he moved further into the apartment, looking for… well, whatever.
The entire place was impersonal. There were no pictures of people and no distinguishing factors. The walls were all white and the furniture was too; the decorations were dark red and black accents, none of them anything special.
Clicking his tongue at his failed attempt at creeping, Brooks turned back around and headed towards the door.
He stopped in front of the hallway, glancing down it. It was almost eerie, looking at it from that direction. Emily’s apartment - architecturally - was the complete opposite of Brooks and Mike’s. It had all the same mouldings and set-up, but it was ass backwards. Of course that wasn’t what caught Brooks’ attention…
He moved off down the hallway until he came to a stop outside the one door that was holding his interest. It was almost closed completely, minus the black thing that was holding it opened, squeezed in-between the door and the door frame.
Brooks pushed the door open and picked up the thin, sheer material, turning it over in his hands. He finally held it up in front of himself and looked at it the proper way, realizing it for what it was - a see-through, black, lace bra.
His mouth dropped open and he couldn’t help but feel his breathing get heavier and quicker. He dropped his hand down to the side, but didn’t let go of the undergarment as he stepped into the room.
Emily’s room was the complete opposite of the rest of her apartment. It was cluttered and unorganized, dark and full of personal artefacts.
There were pictures of her as a young adult in college and a few with her and other girls, all squeezed in together and smiling for the camera.
But that wasn’t even what held Brooks’ attention the most.
The bed was centered in the middle of the room and was covered in black silk sheets and a cheetah print throw. The headboard was large and dark, and had two long poles on each side, offset by a pair of metal handcuffs hanging from each side.
Unable to help himself, Brooks leaned closer to examine the metal cuffs, tugging on one of them to see whether or not they were real; they were. He also noticed the way they’d been warn into the wood of the headboard, leaving the wood underneath exposed.
Brooks turned and knocked his leg on the bedside table. It was sheer, driven curiosity that caused him to reach down, with the intent to pull open the drawer. He stopped short though, instead turning his head to the side and grabbing at the things that were littering the floor.
With the scoop of a single, large hand, he managed to obtain an extremely high, red stiletto, a pair of black fishnets, a skimpy green g-string, and a candy garter belt. “Holy hell.” He mumbled, holding his booty tight against his chest and running back out of Emily’s apartment.
Without thinking he kicked the door of his apartment open and ran down the hall, slamming his shoulder into Mike’s bedroom door and letting himself in. “Mike!” He yelled, not caring at all that his room-mate was currently wrapped up in a blanket with his girlfriend.
Brooks dove onto the bed in between them and shoved Denise out of the way. “Move Dennis! This is important.”
“Mike! He just-”
“Woah! What’s that?!” Mike yelled, cutting off Denise’s complaint and grabbing the fishnets out of Brooks’ hand.
“It’s the fucking mother load buddy! Her whole room is filled, FILLED with this kinda stuff. It’s everywhere… it’s like… my room… only like, if I was a girl…” Brooks tried to explain, dropping his arms down and releasing all of Emily’s things onto the bed.
Mike sat up, excitedly pawing through the different things before looking up at Brooks.
“Holy shit! She’s a freak like you! Candy under-wear-garmet-string-thing? You love underwear and you love candy… and strings! You’re soul mates.”
Denise exhaled loudly and tugged on the blanket until Brooks moved off it and let her go. She wrapped it around her body and started to walk away from the bed. “I’ll get dressed in the bathroom…”
“This is insane!”
“I know… I just… I mean… do you think she’s really into it or do you think she just does it for work?”
Mike shrugged and contemplated putting one of the candies in his mouth. “I don’t know but, we need to find out.” He suggested, looking up at Brooks as if to prove how serious he was.
“How though?” Brooks asked, his mind still reeling from all the endless possibilities.
Mike shrugged again and pushed himself out of the bed, covering his nakedness with a pair of boxers and jeans. “We should go back and see what else is there…”
“Do you think that’s morally wrong?” Brooks asked, but the answer didn’t matter, he was already following Mike out towards the living room.
“I don’t know but, we’re gonna do it anyway.” Brooks smiled at the fact that Mike was on the same wavelength as him, as they headed down the hallway.
Something in the back of his mind was nagging at him, mostly the idea that all of these things were props, used for her to entertain other men, but he pushed that aside. The mental images of her in these things was setting his thoughts into another direction entirely.
It wasn’t until Mike was sitting cross-legged on Emily’s floor with a pocket vibrater in his hand that he realized two things. One, he was holding a vibrater in his hand, and two, he’d just left Denise alone, and she was probably gone now. “Hey Brooks?” He called, glancing over his shoulder as Brooks appeared from Emily’s closet holding up a complete ’sexy cop’ outfit on a hanger. “How do you just do this kind of stuff with a girl? Do you just tell her it’s gonna happen, or do you just do it?”
“Why? You thinking of livening up your sex life with Denise?”
Mike snorted, looking away to hide the deep blush that was spreading across his cheeks. “No. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it so it’s not like I have to… you know… “ He sighed, dropping the tiny silver vibrator onto the floor and leaning his head back against Emily’s bed. “I just don’t know what to do!!” He whined, loudly. “I take off her clothing, poke her with my finger till it’s wet, then I put my dick in… what more does she want from me?!” He sighed and pulled himself up, until he could flop face first onto the bed. “I just don’t want to get all fuckin’ wild and go too far…”
Brooks started to laugh and Mike snapped his head up as he reappeared from inside the closet. In one hand he was holding a large pink dildo, in the other he had a ball gag, dangling from his index finger. “Let me explain how this works to you buddy…” He grinned, directing his sheepish gaze at Mike. “When you think you’ve gone too far… you haven’t even scratched the surface.”
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
16. Mike’s #2 Girl
Please Don’t Tell Her - Jason Mraz
Mike was walking around the apartment, trying to show Cosmo how to strut, when someone hit the buzzer.
Brooks was in the shower and unfortunately, Mike could never figure out how to work the ‘talking’ part of it, so he just hit the one to open the door, and then walked back away. “Ok Cosmo, you need to focus, swagger is very, very important when it comes to getting ladies.”
“And you know all about getting ladies.” Mike came to a halt as if Freddy Kruger had just whispered something into his ear. His eyes were wide and he turned around slowly, and faced the opened door.
She was the last person he expected to see.
“Oh, hey Denise… what’s up?” His voice was a bit higher than normal, but Denise didn’t notice. She stood awkwardly in the doorway, waiting.
Figuring out what she probably wanted, Mike moved towards her and opened his arms up, hugging her against his chest. He could feel her nuzzling her face into his neck and he bent forward, pressing his lips onto the top of her head. It was easy, when she wasn’t talking, to remember that there was a time when they use to get a long.
“My Boots!” Cosmo cried from behind them, resorting to her much faster transportation of crawling as she came towards him. “My boots!”
“Oh it’s ok Cosmo, it’s just Denise!” Mike cooed, releasing his grip on his girlfriend and bending over to pick up the jealous child. “Can you say Denise? Da-nee-sa?”
Cosmo grabbed onto Mike’s lip with a tiny hand, and glanced over at Denise, her mouth ajar. “So… who is this?” Denise asked, taking a step back, awkwardly.
“This is Cosmo, Brooks’ daughter.” He explained, slowly after pulling her hand away from her mouth. He couldn‘t figure out why she would even ask that.
“Since when does Brooks have a daughter?”
Mike rolled his eyes and raise his eyebrows. “Are you serious Denise? Why are we even having this conversation… god! Where have you been anyway, under a rock?”
“Away on business with the Mayor! Where I’ve been for three weeks… did you not even notice I was gone?!”
“Umm… when do you leave?”
Denise let out a infuriated growl. “I don’t leave, Mike. I’m BACK!”
“Hey! What are you yelling at him for?” Brooks asked, coming out of the bathroom just in time to see Denise’s freak-out. He was wearing nothing but a towel, slung loosely around his waist; a few, missed drops of water rolling their way down his taut chest as he watched the two of them.
“Mike didn’t realize I had left for work.” She hissed, her hands clenching into fists.
“Oh, when do you go?” Brooks asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Closing her eyes and exhaling slowly, Denise tried to remain calm. Mike was stupid and she knew Brooks was just mocking her. “Alright, I’ll just talk to you later.” She finally said quietly, turning around to leave, but Mike caught her arm.
“You don’t have to go Denise.” He said gently, tugging her arm slightly to pull her back towards him. “Brooks was taking Cosmo out to the park for a bit so… you could spend some quality time with me, if you want?”
Sighing Denise glanced past Mike and Cosmo to where Brooks was still standing. “Ok, ok!” He held up his hands, turning around and going into his room; mumbling something about being able to take a hint.
Less then a half hour later, Mike and Denise were laying on the couch, and Brooks and Cosmo were heading out to the park.
Flicking through the channels, he stopped on a travel commercial for Mexico. “If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?” Denise asked absently as she ran a finger along Mike’s bicep, which was wrapped around her waist.
“I dunno…” Miked said, slowly as he thought it over. “Oh no! I do! Back in Fiji with Brooks! That was like, the best week of my life! What about you?” Mike asked excitedly, smiling as he remembered all the fun things they’d done on the tropical island.
Denise cleared her throat. “Oh… I was gonna say… here with you…”
“Well that’s boring.” Mike heard a click and he looked up, towards the door. “Emily! Hey, what’s up?” He shouted cheerfully.
“Hey Mike… hi… Denise…” She said when she realized who else was in the apartment. “Where’s Cosmo?”
“Gone to the park with Brooks.”
“Oh, alright. I was just running to Target and I was gonna see if they wanted to come. I guess I’ll just see you guys later.” She said, giving them a small smile before she headed out the door.
Neither of them said anything for a few minutes. Mike went back to watching TV and Denise chewed on her lip thoughtfully. “So… Emily’s really pretty.” She said finally, after not being able to contain the thought any longer.
She could feel Mike shrug behind her, but he didn’t say anything as he continued to focus on the TV. “Don’t you think so?”
“I guess… if you like hookers.”
“Hookers?”
“Yah, Emily’s a prostitute. You know… like the girl in The Hills.” He explained as he put his attention back to the show they were watching.
Denise sighed and rolled her eyes. “No one on the Hills is a prostitute… they’re just girls that are rich because of their dads.”
“Yah, because their dad’s pimp them out as prostitutes-”
“I’m not having this conversation with you. Why do you think she’s a prostitute?”
Mike let out a frustrated sigh. “Never mind, you wouldn’t understand anyway…”
Denise bit her tongue, and didn’t allow the thoughts out that were now filtering through her brain; no she didn’t allow her self to hiss out the fact that Brooks would understand.
She knew there was no point in arguing with him, as far as Mike was concerned no one in the world was as fantastic as Brooks was; not even her. Not even close.
“When do you leave again?” He asked finally, after the silence became unbearably heavy.
“Wednesday.”
“This Wednesday? That’s like… three days away.” He mused, and Denise couldn’t tell whether he was happy or sad that she was leaving soon; or if he even felt anything at all.
She didn’t say anything, again just shrugging and not wanting to have this conversation with him. She hated talking about these types of things with him, she was sure that he was just a breath away from telling her it was over.
And maybe that would be for the best, but regardless of how he felt, she still loved him - desperately - and the last thing she wanted was for that to happen. Mike yawned as her thoughts ran away with her, and she couldn’t help but yawn too, she hadn’t realized how tired she was until she had curled up with him on the couch. “Wanna go lay down in your room?” She asked him absently. She felt him nod behind her and he sat up, taking her hand and pulling her up beside him.
As soon as she was standing, he dropped her hand and turned around, heading down the hallway without a backward glance.
Denise sighed to herself and followed after him.
Mike was laying on his back, under the covers when she made it to his room. His chest was now bare and she could see his pants laying on the floor where he’d discarded him. “I thought I said ’lay down’ not ’let’s get naked’.”
He gave her that cheeky, boy-ish grin that made her heart melt, and crossed his arms behind his head and stared up at her.
She hated when he watched her get undressed. “Don’t look, Mike.”
“I’m about to put my penis in you… what’s the difference if I see you naked first?”
“You know I don’t like that!” She complained, biting her lip as he finally nodded. He rolled over onto his side, with his back to her.
She undressed quickly and crawled into the bed beside him, pulling the covers up to her neck before he rolled back around.
“You’re gonna have to be fast.” She said suddenly, glancing over her head at the clock on the bedside table.
Groaning, she sat up, careful to keep the sheet around her as she pulled open the bedside drawer and pulled out the egg timer she’d put in there when he’d moved in here.
“Not the egg timer!” He whined as she set the dial to ten minutes.
“I need twenty minutes to clean up before I have to drop off some files at the Mayor’s office, and I only have an hour before they need to be there. That means you have exactly ten-er- nine and a half minutes left.”
“But I-”
“Nine minutes and twenty seconds, nineteen seconds, eighteen seconds…”
Mike let out an angry huff before he rolled over onto her and pushed himself into her. She wasn’t that wet, so her tightness pulled against him, causing an uncomfortable amount of friction until she was totally impaled on him.
He thrust into her a few times before he could feel the warm, familiar wet surround him.
He pushed his face into the nap of her neck and smiled against her soft skin as her hands wound their way through the hair on the back of his head. He opened his mouth and traced his tongue along her collar bone up onto her neck.
Denise shut her eyes against the mounding pleasure, but snapped them back opened again, remembering she had a meeting later. “Mike don’t slobber on me… remember I have to go to the Mayor’s-”
“Ok! Ok…” He shut his eyes again and tried to re-find his rhythm, but he found himself pumping in time with the egg timer; it would be so much easier to get into it if she didn’t always insist on using the egg timer.
He finally groaned and sat up on his knees, grabbing her hips in his hands as she squirmed to keep her body covered by the sheets.
Mike tilted his head back and moved her body, bringing it up to his forcefully.
He could feel his orgasm building to a head and he started to grunt against it, until she swatted his hand. “Don’t come in me Mike! I don’t want semen dripping out of me when I’m at work.”
Mike mumbled something to himself, something incoherent, before he pulled his thickness out of her and starting pumping his hand along his length. Denise let out a slight squeal and rolled out of the way, right before the white, sticky liquid rained down on her. "Aww! Denise! It's all over my bed now."
"I told you I didn't want semen coming out of me, Mike! Why would putting it all over me be ok?" She sighed before turning around and pulling the covers around her tighter.
Mike watched her disappear around the corner, as the egg timer went off and the sound of the shower started to come through the wall.
He heard the sound of the water hitting the floor disappear, as she stepped underneath the spray, and he could easily picture her standing there, the water pouring over her soft skin. He sighed to himself as he wished that he could just go hop in there with her; but that wasn't possible, she'd completely freak out.
If she was only leaving herself twenty minutes to get ready, that meant that she wasn’t planning on re-doing her hair… no, if he went in there now, he’d be walking back out without his nuts.
Instead he flopping back down on the bed, careful not to lay on anything wet or sticky.
Mike was walking around the apartment, trying to show Cosmo how to strut, when someone hit the buzzer.
Brooks was in the shower and unfortunately, Mike could never figure out how to work the ‘talking’ part of it, so he just hit the one to open the door, and then walked back away. “Ok Cosmo, you need to focus, swagger is very, very important when it comes to getting ladies.”
“And you know all about getting ladies.” Mike came to a halt as if Freddy Kruger had just whispered something into his ear. His eyes were wide and he turned around slowly, and faced the opened door.
She was the last person he expected to see.
“Oh, hey Denise… what’s up?” His voice was a bit higher than normal, but Denise didn’t notice. She stood awkwardly in the doorway, waiting.
Figuring out what she probably wanted, Mike moved towards her and opened his arms up, hugging her against his chest. He could feel her nuzzling her face into his neck and he bent forward, pressing his lips onto the top of her head. It was easy, when she wasn’t talking, to remember that there was a time when they use to get a long.
“My Boots!” Cosmo cried from behind them, resorting to her much faster transportation of crawling as she came towards him. “My boots!”
“Oh it’s ok Cosmo, it’s just Denise!” Mike cooed, releasing his grip on his girlfriend and bending over to pick up the jealous child. “Can you say Denise? Da-nee-sa?”
Cosmo grabbed onto Mike’s lip with a tiny hand, and glanced over at Denise, her mouth ajar. “So… who is this?” Denise asked, taking a step back, awkwardly.
“This is Cosmo, Brooks’ daughter.” He explained, slowly after pulling her hand away from her mouth. He couldn‘t figure out why she would even ask that.
“Since when does Brooks have a daughter?”
Mike rolled his eyes and raise his eyebrows. “Are you serious Denise? Why are we even having this conversation… god! Where have you been anyway, under a rock?”
“Away on business with the Mayor! Where I’ve been for three weeks… did you not even notice I was gone?!”
“Umm… when do you leave?”
Denise let out a infuriated growl. “I don’t leave, Mike. I’m BACK!”
“Hey! What are you yelling at him for?” Brooks asked, coming out of the bathroom just in time to see Denise’s freak-out. He was wearing nothing but a towel, slung loosely around his waist; a few, missed drops of water rolling their way down his taut chest as he watched the two of them.
“Mike didn’t realize I had left for work.” She hissed, her hands clenching into fists.
“Oh, when do you go?” Brooks asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Closing her eyes and exhaling slowly, Denise tried to remain calm. Mike was stupid and she knew Brooks was just mocking her. “Alright, I’ll just talk to you later.” She finally said quietly, turning around to leave, but Mike caught her arm.
“You don’t have to go Denise.” He said gently, tugging her arm slightly to pull her back towards him. “Brooks was taking Cosmo out to the park for a bit so… you could spend some quality time with me, if you want?”
Sighing Denise glanced past Mike and Cosmo to where Brooks was still standing. “Ok, ok!” He held up his hands, turning around and going into his room; mumbling something about being able to take a hint.
Less then a half hour later, Mike and Denise were laying on the couch, and Brooks and Cosmo were heading out to the park.
Flicking through the channels, he stopped on a travel commercial for Mexico. “If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?” Denise asked absently as she ran a finger along Mike’s bicep, which was wrapped around her waist.
“I dunno…” Miked said, slowly as he thought it over. “Oh no! I do! Back in Fiji with Brooks! That was like, the best week of my life! What about you?” Mike asked excitedly, smiling as he remembered all the fun things they’d done on the tropical island.
Denise cleared her throat. “Oh… I was gonna say… here with you…”
“Well that’s boring.” Mike heard a click and he looked up, towards the door. “Emily! Hey, what’s up?” He shouted cheerfully.
“Hey Mike… hi… Denise…” She said when she realized who else was in the apartment. “Where’s Cosmo?”
“Gone to the park with Brooks.”
“Oh, alright. I was just running to Target and I was gonna see if they wanted to come. I guess I’ll just see you guys later.” She said, giving them a small smile before she headed out the door.
Neither of them said anything for a few minutes. Mike went back to watching TV and Denise chewed on her lip thoughtfully. “So… Emily’s really pretty.” She said finally, after not being able to contain the thought any longer.
She could feel Mike shrug behind her, but he didn’t say anything as he continued to focus on the TV. “Don’t you think so?”
“I guess… if you like hookers.”
“Hookers?”
“Yah, Emily’s a prostitute. You know… like the girl in The Hills.” He explained as he put his attention back to the show they were watching.
Denise sighed and rolled her eyes. “No one on the Hills is a prostitute… they’re just girls that are rich because of their dads.”
“Yah, because their dad’s pimp them out as prostitutes-”
“I’m not having this conversation with you. Why do you think she’s a prostitute?”
Mike let out a frustrated sigh. “Never mind, you wouldn’t understand anyway…”
Denise bit her tongue, and didn’t allow the thoughts out that were now filtering through her brain; no she didn’t allow her self to hiss out the fact that Brooks would understand.
She knew there was no point in arguing with him, as far as Mike was concerned no one in the world was as fantastic as Brooks was; not even her. Not even close.
“When do you leave again?” He asked finally, after the silence became unbearably heavy.
“Wednesday.”
“This Wednesday? That’s like… three days away.” He mused, and Denise couldn’t tell whether he was happy or sad that she was leaving soon; or if he even felt anything at all.
She didn’t say anything, again just shrugging and not wanting to have this conversation with him. She hated talking about these types of things with him, she was sure that he was just a breath away from telling her it was over.
And maybe that would be for the best, but regardless of how he felt, she still loved him - desperately - and the last thing she wanted was for that to happen. Mike yawned as her thoughts ran away with her, and she couldn’t help but yawn too, she hadn’t realized how tired she was until she had curled up with him on the couch. “Wanna go lay down in your room?” She asked him absently. She felt him nod behind her and he sat up, taking her hand and pulling her up beside him.
As soon as she was standing, he dropped her hand and turned around, heading down the hallway without a backward glance.
Denise sighed to herself and followed after him.
Mike was laying on his back, under the covers when she made it to his room. His chest was now bare and she could see his pants laying on the floor where he’d discarded him. “I thought I said ’lay down’ not ’let’s get naked’.”
He gave her that cheeky, boy-ish grin that made her heart melt, and crossed his arms behind his head and stared up at her.
She hated when he watched her get undressed. “Don’t look, Mike.”
“I’m about to put my penis in you… what’s the difference if I see you naked first?”
“You know I don’t like that!” She complained, biting her lip as he finally nodded. He rolled over onto his side, with his back to her.
She undressed quickly and crawled into the bed beside him, pulling the covers up to her neck before he rolled back around.
“You’re gonna have to be fast.” She said suddenly, glancing over her head at the clock on the bedside table.
Groaning, she sat up, careful to keep the sheet around her as she pulled open the bedside drawer and pulled out the egg timer she’d put in there when he’d moved in here.
“Not the egg timer!” He whined as she set the dial to ten minutes.
“I need twenty minutes to clean up before I have to drop off some files at the Mayor’s office, and I only have an hour before they need to be there. That means you have exactly ten-er- nine and a half minutes left.”
“But I-”
“Nine minutes and twenty seconds, nineteen seconds, eighteen seconds…”
Mike let out an angry huff before he rolled over onto her and pushed himself into her. She wasn’t that wet, so her tightness pulled against him, causing an uncomfortable amount of friction until she was totally impaled on him.
He thrust into her a few times before he could feel the warm, familiar wet surround him.
He pushed his face into the nap of her neck and smiled against her soft skin as her hands wound their way through the hair on the back of his head. He opened his mouth and traced his tongue along her collar bone up onto her neck.
Denise shut her eyes against the mounding pleasure, but snapped them back opened again, remembering she had a meeting later. “Mike don’t slobber on me… remember I have to go to the Mayor’s-”
“Ok! Ok…” He shut his eyes again and tried to re-find his rhythm, but he found himself pumping in time with the egg timer; it would be so much easier to get into it if she didn’t always insist on using the egg timer.
He finally groaned and sat up on his knees, grabbing her hips in his hands as she squirmed to keep her body covered by the sheets.
Mike tilted his head back and moved her body, bringing it up to his forcefully.
He could feel his orgasm building to a head and he started to grunt against it, until she swatted his hand. “Don’t come in me Mike! I don’t want semen dripping out of me when I’m at work.”
Mike mumbled something to himself, something incoherent, before he pulled his thickness out of her and starting pumping his hand along his length. Denise let out a slight squeal and rolled out of the way, right before the white, sticky liquid rained down on her. "Aww! Denise! It's all over my bed now."
"I told you I didn't want semen coming out of me, Mike! Why would putting it all over me be ok?" She sighed before turning around and pulling the covers around her tighter.
Mike watched her disappear around the corner, as the egg timer went off and the sound of the shower started to come through the wall.
He heard the sound of the water hitting the floor disappear, as she stepped underneath the spray, and he could easily picture her standing there, the water pouring over her soft skin. He sighed to himself as he wished that he could just go hop in there with her; but that wasn't possible, she'd completely freak out.
If she was only leaving herself twenty minutes to get ready, that meant that she wasn’t planning on re-doing her hair… no, if he went in there now, he’d be walking back out without his nuts.
Instead he flopping back down on the bed, careful not to lay on anything wet or sticky.
Friday, May 21, 2010
15. Wedding Announcement, Gay Jokes and a Drunken Pick-up
Brooks didn’t want to kill anyone, so he tried to pretend like he couldn’t feel Jose flicking his ear from the row behind him.
The annoying little French-man was leaning up through the seats, suppressing a laugh as he continued to poke at his ear; as if Brooks didn’t already realize he was there.
He wanted to turn around and punch him, but that would get him in trouble with Boudreau; and, then the guys would never leave him alone. No, as long as he didn’t do anything, they’d eventually get board and move on to something else. At least he hoped so.
“Alright boys, we need to celebrate tonight!” Knuble yelled from somewhere at the back of the bus. “Listen up… I finally asked Melissa to marry me so… drinks are on me!”
Half the bus cheered, the other moaned, Brooks said nothing.
“You can’t get married Knuble! You’re like a baby! What are you 21, 22?” Morry complained, getting a few nods from the rest of the guys on the bus.
Knuble gave him a questioning glance. “Dude, I’m 37.”
“Fuck you are old.” Semin laughed, and Brooks couldn’t help but chuckle along at that. I didn’t really pay attention to anything else though, he simply turned and glanced past a sleeping Mike, until he could watch the view fly by out the window.
“Aww see! He’s not even paying attention, he’s watching his boyfriend sleep!” Ovechkin sneered from a few seats in front of Brooks. It’s wasn’t what he was saying, but the tone that caught his attention, and he turned towards Alex.
“What did you say?”
“Oh we were just talking about celebrating tonight, but you were occupied so you missed it…” He answered, laughing at his own line of thought.
“I mean, we’d invite you guys to come but we really don’t want to break up this ‘Broke Back Mountain’ thing you’ve got going on…” He added, earning a few hoots from his Russian counterparts.
“Shut the fuck up, Alex.” Brooks snapped, trying to keep his voice down, but he managed to wake Mike.
“What’s going on?” He yawned sleepily, glancing around to see everyone staring at him.
Brooks opened his mouth to say something, but Alex spoke above him. “Just talking about how queer you are.”
Mike sighed, not bothered, but annoyed. “We’ve been over this Alex… I won’t have sex with you. I’m sorry, I’m just not interested in men that way.”
“Oh please Mike, you’re so far in the closet you’re in Narnia.” Knuble cracked, causing Mike to laugh along. Unlike Brooks, Mike didn’t take the gay comments to heart, he could laugh them off and deal with them. Brooks couldn’t.
“Brooks, I just realized what it is you remind me of… a gay letter” Alex pressed, as he started to spin around in his seat.
Rolling his eyes, Brooks exhaled loudly. “What does that even mean?”
“You only come in male boxes. Get it?”
2 days later
Brooks laid on the couch in his apartment. Mike was laid out in the lazy boy chair to his right, while Cosmo was sitting on his stomach.
His legs were pulled up towards him, leaving enough room for Emily to sit at the bottom of the couth.
They were watching Might Ducks and laughing as Coach Bombay tried to find kids to play on his hockey team. “See Cosmo, that’s his mistake… he’s focusing too much on his defensive players, everyone knows it’s all about the forwards.”
“Oh Puh-leeeez!” Mike groaned, tilting his head backwards to look at Cosmo. “Don’t listen to your dad, he’s just jealous because he knows real men play defence… and you wanna be a real man, right Cosmo? Just like your Uncle Mike.”
“No way! She’s gonna be a big time forward like her dad, crushing the competition with body-weight and sheer willpower.”
“You guys forgot that Cosmo’s a girl again… didn’t you?” Emily chuckled softly as she glanced at her watch.
“No!” Brooks said defensively, grabbing Cosmo under the arms and lifting her easily; spinning her until she was looking right at Emily. The little girl gave her a two-tooth grin and clapped her hands, squealing. “This is the face of a killer. She’s going to be the toughest hockey player in the history of the world.”
Emily leaned forward and kissed Cosmo on the forehead. “Sorry that I have to leave you here with them alone… keep them in line ok?” She laughed, standing up and pushing herself.
“Where are you going?” Brooks and Mike chimed together.
Emily laughed at their unison. “It’s Friday night, I work… I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
“Woah… you work? I thought you worked here now?” Brooks asked, his eyes popping open.
“No, I look after Cosmo when you guys have games, I still have a job.” She snorted, shaking her head as she headed out the door.
Brooks stared after her, his mouth a jar. “Here’s your one chance Fancy don’t let me down! Here’s your one chance Fancy don’t let me down! Now don’t let me down! You’re momma’s gonna help you get uptown!” Mike started to sing in a high voice.
Snapping his head back down Brooks glared at him. “One more word, and I’m breaking your Reba McEntire Cds.”
It was unusually for Emily to be thinking of anything else but the numerous men around her, after all, her livelihood deepened on them having a good time; but she still found herself thinking about Cosmo, Mike and Brooks, and where she had left them.
They were probably still curled up on the couch, watching Mighty Ducks and trying to explain to Cosmo what icing meant, and how to shoot a knuckle-puck. The idea made her smile, and distracted her enough that she didn’t see Jake come up behind her.
“I’m not gonna lie to you Emily, you’re incredible.” He said coyly, his hand running along the smooth, bare skin of her back.
Emily didn’t even stiffen or feel awkward, he wasn’t the first guy that had made a pass at her while she was working.
“What can I say, I’m talented at what I do…” She said, glancing over her shoulder to smile at him; that smile she could pull out when she needed to. The smile that hid any kind of real emotion she was feeling, the one that allowed her to do her job convincingly.
He smiled back, his eyes half-hooded by the effects of the alcohol on them. Normally a girl wouldn’t feel flattered to have a drunk guy hitting on her, but Emily felt a little smug. There were girls on the stage taking their clothing off - legs open and tits out - but he was still looking at her. So maybe she wasn‘t exactly dressed like Mother Teresa, but she wore as much as she could, given the line of work she was in. “Aww… well thanks for the offer Jake, but I got someone to get home to after.” She lied, the lie that went hand in hand with the smile. She always said that when someone tried to take her home and it wasn‘t in the game plan; her fall back, imaginary boyfriend.
He nodded, sheepishly. “I figured as much… hot girl like you… but still, Brooks Laich, that’s pretty cool.”
Emily’s eyes widened as she realized what Jake was thinking.; after all, he had seen her talking to Brooks the day he’d come over to her apartment. She figured it was dangerous ground, Brooks was a mild celebrity in Washington and it was probably in her best interest to just set the story straight. But she didn’t. “Oh yah… he’s fantastic… everything a girl could ever want in a man.” She finished firmly, realizing that she wasn‘t actually lying anymore.
Jake held up his hands in defeat, giving her one last wistful smile before heading back across the club to watch the girls that were still on the pole.
Emily checked her watch and sighed. She was pretty much done here, she was usually always done with the men half-early; she wish the same could be said for the women.
Unfortunately, the women were much more demanding on her skills, time and energy then the men, and they were all waiting for her upstairs.
Grabbing her large, stuffed, black bag, she sighed to herself as she headed up towards the second level of the club.
The annoying little French-man was leaning up through the seats, suppressing a laugh as he continued to poke at his ear; as if Brooks didn’t already realize he was there.
He wanted to turn around and punch him, but that would get him in trouble with Boudreau; and, then the guys would never leave him alone. No, as long as he didn’t do anything, they’d eventually get board and move on to something else. At least he hoped so.
“Alright boys, we need to celebrate tonight!” Knuble yelled from somewhere at the back of the bus. “Listen up… I finally asked Melissa to marry me so… drinks are on me!”
Half the bus cheered, the other moaned, Brooks said nothing.
“You can’t get married Knuble! You’re like a baby! What are you 21, 22?” Morry complained, getting a few nods from the rest of the guys on the bus.
Knuble gave him a questioning glance. “Dude, I’m 37.”
“Fuck you are old.” Semin laughed, and Brooks couldn’t help but chuckle along at that. I didn’t really pay attention to anything else though, he simply turned and glanced past a sleeping Mike, until he could watch the view fly by out the window.
“Aww see! He’s not even paying attention, he’s watching his boyfriend sleep!” Ovechkin sneered from a few seats in front of Brooks. It’s wasn’t what he was saying, but the tone that caught his attention, and he turned towards Alex.
“What did you say?”
“Oh we were just talking about celebrating tonight, but you were occupied so you missed it…” He answered, laughing at his own line of thought.
“I mean, we’d invite you guys to come but we really don’t want to break up this ‘Broke Back Mountain’ thing you’ve got going on…” He added, earning a few hoots from his Russian counterparts.
“Shut the fuck up, Alex.” Brooks snapped, trying to keep his voice down, but he managed to wake Mike.
“What’s going on?” He yawned sleepily, glancing around to see everyone staring at him.
Brooks opened his mouth to say something, but Alex spoke above him. “Just talking about how queer you are.”
Mike sighed, not bothered, but annoyed. “We’ve been over this Alex… I won’t have sex with you. I’m sorry, I’m just not interested in men that way.”
“Oh please Mike, you’re so far in the closet you’re in Narnia.” Knuble cracked, causing Mike to laugh along. Unlike Brooks, Mike didn’t take the gay comments to heart, he could laugh them off and deal with them. Brooks couldn’t.
“Brooks, I just realized what it is you remind me of… a gay letter” Alex pressed, as he started to spin around in his seat.
Rolling his eyes, Brooks exhaled loudly. “What does that even mean?”
“You only come in male boxes. Get it?”
2 days later
Brooks laid on the couch in his apartment. Mike was laid out in the lazy boy chair to his right, while Cosmo was sitting on his stomach.
His legs were pulled up towards him, leaving enough room for Emily to sit at the bottom of the couth.
They were watching Might Ducks and laughing as Coach Bombay tried to find kids to play on his hockey team. “See Cosmo, that’s his mistake… he’s focusing too much on his defensive players, everyone knows it’s all about the forwards.”
“Oh Puh-leeeez!” Mike groaned, tilting his head backwards to look at Cosmo. “Don’t listen to your dad, he’s just jealous because he knows real men play defence… and you wanna be a real man, right Cosmo? Just like your Uncle Mike.”
“No way! She’s gonna be a big time forward like her dad, crushing the competition with body-weight and sheer willpower.”
“You guys forgot that Cosmo’s a girl again… didn’t you?” Emily chuckled softly as she glanced at her watch.
“No!” Brooks said defensively, grabbing Cosmo under the arms and lifting her easily; spinning her until she was looking right at Emily. The little girl gave her a two-tooth grin and clapped her hands, squealing. “This is the face of a killer. She’s going to be the toughest hockey player in the history of the world.”
Emily leaned forward and kissed Cosmo on the forehead. “Sorry that I have to leave you here with them alone… keep them in line ok?” She laughed, standing up and pushing herself.
“Where are you going?” Brooks and Mike chimed together.
Emily laughed at their unison. “It’s Friday night, I work… I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
“Woah… you work? I thought you worked here now?” Brooks asked, his eyes popping open.
“No, I look after Cosmo when you guys have games, I still have a job.” She snorted, shaking her head as she headed out the door.
Brooks stared after her, his mouth a jar. “Here’s your one chance Fancy don’t let me down! Here’s your one chance Fancy don’t let me down! Now don’t let me down! You’re momma’s gonna help you get uptown!” Mike started to sing in a high voice.
Snapping his head back down Brooks glared at him. “One more word, and I’m breaking your Reba McEntire Cds.”
It was unusually for Emily to be thinking of anything else but the numerous men around her, after all, her livelihood deepened on them having a good time; but she still found herself thinking about Cosmo, Mike and Brooks, and where she had left them.
They were probably still curled up on the couch, watching Mighty Ducks and trying to explain to Cosmo what icing meant, and how to shoot a knuckle-puck. The idea made her smile, and distracted her enough that she didn’t see Jake come up behind her.
“I’m not gonna lie to you Emily, you’re incredible.” He said coyly, his hand running along the smooth, bare skin of her back.
Emily didn’t even stiffen or feel awkward, he wasn’t the first guy that had made a pass at her while she was working.
“What can I say, I’m talented at what I do…” She said, glancing over her shoulder to smile at him; that smile she could pull out when she needed to. The smile that hid any kind of real emotion she was feeling, the one that allowed her to do her job convincingly.
He smiled back, his eyes half-hooded by the effects of the alcohol on them. Normally a girl wouldn’t feel flattered to have a drunk guy hitting on her, but Emily felt a little smug. There were girls on the stage taking their clothing off - legs open and tits out - but he was still looking at her. So maybe she wasn‘t exactly dressed like Mother Teresa, but she wore as much as she could, given the line of work she was in. “Aww… well thanks for the offer Jake, but I got someone to get home to after.” She lied, the lie that went hand in hand with the smile. She always said that when someone tried to take her home and it wasn‘t in the game plan; her fall back, imaginary boyfriend.
He nodded, sheepishly. “I figured as much… hot girl like you… but still, Brooks Laich, that’s pretty cool.”
Emily’s eyes widened as she realized what Jake was thinking.; after all, he had seen her talking to Brooks the day he’d come over to her apartment. She figured it was dangerous ground, Brooks was a mild celebrity in Washington and it was probably in her best interest to just set the story straight. But she didn’t. “Oh yah… he’s fantastic… everything a girl could ever want in a man.” She finished firmly, realizing that she wasn‘t actually lying anymore.
Jake held up his hands in defeat, giving her one last wistful smile before heading back across the club to watch the girls that were still on the pole.
Emily checked her watch and sighed. She was pretty much done here, she was usually always done with the men half-early; she wish the same could be said for the women.
Unfortunately, the women were much more demanding on her skills, time and energy then the men, and they were all waiting for her upstairs.
Grabbing her large, stuffed, black bag, she sighed to herself as she headed up towards the second level of the club.
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