I took Dennis because he was forbidden.
I was the daytime bartender and Dennis was the night manager. Forbidden one. He was dating someone, Stephanie or something. Forbidden two. I had just broken up with J.R. whose only request was “don’t date Dennis.” Forbidden three. He was a lady fucking, tequila shooting, drug doing bad boy. Forbidden four.
Dennis would be mine.
I started to stick around the bar after my shift, just for one drink. It didn’t take long. Getting his attention wasn’t hard. Once I had it secured, I went up to the bar on a Friday night. A Friday I knew his girlfriend was out-of-town.
I didn’t generally go at night. The bands were good enough, but many of the customers were the same and I liked to keep them wanting more. It was one thing if a current fuck came up while I was working. The jealousy and “I saw how you were looking at him” accusations were exhausting and spelled disaster. It was another thing entirely to risk losing a revenue stream to the same claim. Patrons-turned-fuck-buddy were the worst of the possessive type.
That Friday I knew I had Dennis in my clutches. Every drink I drank was free, and employees paid just like regular customers. I included myself in the after-shift going-out group—first to the city with a later last call, then across the river where the strip clubs were open all night. When Dennis invited me to a room, I went. Why not go with an un-reputable man hopped-up on drugs and alcohol to a cheap motel on the outskirts of town after sitting in a strip club all night? Good decisions weren’t my forte.
As we fucked he told me he wouldn’t get off because of the coke, or whatever drug he had taken that night. I don’t remember. I do remember I wasn’t included in any of the party favors. I do remember I rode his cock until it was raw and pleasured myself as if I was the only one in the room. Which, effectively, I was.
It was our first, and should have been our last. Eventually it was a terrible relationship that lasted longer than it should have, though I had a lot of freedom — he was busy trying not to get caught cheating. As if I didn’t know he was a cheater.
He cheated on Stephanie with me. He cheated on Mary with Stephanie. He cheated on Roxanne with Mary. I think I was the only one who wasn’t surprised when it was my turn to catch him in the act. It was a Saturday night. It was Holly on the pool table. I slipped out as quietly as I slipped in and let him have his secret. A month later, Holly and I fucked on the same table. We did it on Dennis’s night off, knowing he’d come in to put the deposit in the safe. He did not leave quietly.