“Ohhhh man,” He groans and pulls out of me. He immediately heads to the washroom. This man (boy, really) has never been to big on manners. I’ve seen him half a dozen times. He’s not my call back, he’s an agency call back. He doesn’t care who he sees. He just likes escorts. I think he’s a tool. He’s a maitre d at an upscale restaurant, and does as much coke as you would expect from someone in that role. He’s the type of guy who use to be hot, and skated through life as a result, but now he’s just kind of getting fat.
He comes out of the bathroom, and sees that I’m not dressed yet.
“You really have to get going.” He says handing me my clothes.
“Yes,” I say firmly, implying perhaps he should be a little more polite. “I’m going to use the washroom first.”
“Ok, but hurry. My girlfriend is going to be here soon.” Such a fucking douche. This guy has had a girlfriend for as long as I’ve been seeing him (march maybe). I don’t know if it’s the same girl, but the bathroom is littered with girly products, so where she is on this early morning, I have no idea.
I hurried a little, but when I left, I was damn sure to leave my high heeled boot prints in the snow heading away from the doorway. She needs to cut this guy loose.
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