Mar 13, 2024 2:25 am
"Damn, girl," he says as she grasps at him, acting as if he's surprised. "You know I'm down to fuck any time, any place.""Tammy Lynn," he calls after her. When she turns to look at him, disgust is clear on her face. It's enough for him and for her own actions just now. He wants to say something hurtful, but he can't bring himself to do it. He's going soft. Fuck.
"Take care of yourself, and that kid. I'll get you more money. Promise." Dammit, he was going soft. He didn't give a shit about her or no kid. That fucking guy in the cell. He got inside Max's head.
He needed to get drinks, piss away some money gambling, find some new women, get back to normal, clear his mind.
[ +- ] an angry quickie
It's quick and all business. He enjoys the way she vents her anger at him as the go at it, slapping him, challenging him to give it to her, telling him she's had better, bigger, more skilled lovers, demeaning him the whole time, calling him worthless and worse names. He's trying not to laugh, but he's also getting into it, and when she gets there first, she disentangles herself from him and doesn't stick around for him to finish. He wants to push her mind, make her come back and finish him, but when he scans her thoughts he realizes she doesn't give a shit if he's satisfied. That hurts a little, but he gets it, and doesn't push the issue. He can find someone later who's a little more selfless.
"Take care of yourself, and that kid. I'll get you more money. Promise." Dammit, he was going soft. He didn't give a shit about her or no kid. That fucking guy in the cell. He got inside Max's head.
He needed to get drinks, piss away some money gambling, find some new women, get back to normal, clear his mind.