Diana my Workmate
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Making It Work Ch. 04 free porn video
I’m seething. That’s a word that I never thought I would ever use outside of an English class, but here I am using it. When Ananda told me about her little date yesterday I wanted to snatch up her phone, press redial, and tell that dick wad that she was no longer interested. But I refrained from doing so because I don’t have the right. And from everything that we’ve been through and the things that I’ve put her through, she deserves to be happy. I just never imagined that her happiness would be found without me.
David: [phone rings] ‘Hello?’
‘I’ve been watching you sit in your car for the past ten minutes. Are you joining us or what?’
David: [Looks around parking lot] ‘Mike, did Tommy tell you to call and harass me?’
Mike: [chuckles] ‘How’d you know?’
David: ‘He hasn’t stop leaving me messages since last night. I’ll be right out.’
Mike: ‘Don’t bother coming to the door, we’re heading in your direction.’
David: ‘Why? Sudden change of plans?’
[ruckus in background]
Tommy: ‘Nope, we decided to grab a bite across the street. Wild Wings is always a great place to pregame.’
David: ‘It’s also a place teeming with under aged college brats.’
Tommy: [gasp] ‘We were all once an under aged college brat, Davy. ‘
David: [snatches phone and hangs up] ‘Stop calling me Davy. Harry, what’s going on my man!’ [bear hugs and slaps on the back].
Harry: Nothing much, just starved. Thomas and Michael had me out all day without a decent meal.’
David: [shakes head in disappointment] ‘Those bastards. Where’s Jay? I thought tonight was his night?’
Tommy: ‘He’s already inside waiting on us. You know how things can get packed in Wild Wings so he found us a table.’
David: ‘That’s why Jason was always my favorite. Aside from Harry, he’s the other logical one.’
Mike: [snorts] ‘Yeah, only when it comes to food.’
[crosses street and enters restaurant]
Jason: ‘Holy cow look at you pieces of shit!’
[Unanimous greeting] ‘Jason!’ [more back slaps and bear hugs]
David: ‘You should have told me that you were back in the country, I would have looked you up long ago.’
Jason: ‘Spies have to be secretive. It’s vital to our survival.’
Harry: ‘When did you become a spy? I thought you were a reporter?’
Tommy: ‘Oh, he leveled up in his fantasy world inside of that piece of shit he calls a brain!’
[boisterous laughter]
David: ‘Good one.’ [exchanges high fives].
Jason: ‘Because I’m in a great mood, I’m not going to bust anyone’s balls. I’ve already ordered so the food should be out in another ten minutes.’
Mike: ‘What’d you get?’
Jason: ‘The same shit we used to eat in college: 20 spicy barbeque, 20 hot and spicy, 20 spicy teriyaki and 30 brain aneurysms.’
Harry: ‘For Christ’s sake, Jay, do you want us to actually dance on the dance floor or shit on it? We’re not as young as we used to be.’
Jason: ‘All of these years spent apart have made me forget about how much of a pussy you can be. Live a little, man! It’s rare when all five of us can be together. It’s bad enough that we’re missing our wingman.’
In case you’re wondering who our wingman is it’s Ana. We used to go to house parties together and she would scope out the hot girls for the rest of the pack. She’s really good at making friends and she knew practically everyone on campus even though she was a social recluse during exam times. Ana has the ability to judge someone within the first five seconds of meeting them and most of the girls that she tried hooking them up with were good girls wanting to break the good girl image or just party freaks looking for a good time.
Jason: ‘Why couldn’t Andy make it?’
Mike: ‘You know she’ll kick you in the balls if she hears you calling her that.’
Jason: [snorts in doubt] ‘Please, Ana loves me. Why else would she have watered my plants for the past two months while I was out of the country?’
David: ‘So that she can eat all of your food.’
Jason: ‘Which is great because it would have all gone to waste.’
Harry: ‘Ananda could key your car, rob you blind, and poison you and you still wouldn’t hate her.’
Jason: ‘That’s because she’s the sister that I never had. You pieces of shits know that I was a twin before birth except she died in the womb. I love Ana as if she were my own flesh and blood.’
That’s true. Jason’s parents were so hurt by the loss of Jason’s twin sister that they never attempted to have children again. They spoiled the shit out of Jason, if you can’t tell, but he grew up to be well rounded especially after meeting Ana. She didn’t put up with his bullshit from the start and he respected her for that.
[Food arrived. Unanimous smiles and winks from the men. Waitress blushes]
Jason: ‘Is anyone going to tell me why she couldn’t come tonight?’
David: ‘She had other plans.’
Jason: ‘Not involving you?’
David: ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
Mike: ‘That you two are fucking Siamese twins.’
David: [throws a packet of wet wipes]
Mike: [dodges with a smile]
David: ‘Anyway, why are we all here?’
Tommy: ‘Changing the subject, are we, Davy?’
David: ‘Go to hell, Thomas.’
Jason: [chokes on drink from laughter] ‘You two still bicker like bitches.’
David: ‘Whatever. What are we here for?’
Jason: ‘You are all here because you four are my best pals and I have awesome news to share with you.’
Tommy: [talks with mouth full] ‘What’s that?’
David: ‘You’re making me lose my appetite.’
Tommy: ‘Sorry, man, I’m starving. I’ve been trying to eat more vegetables, but it leaves me feeling like Hungry Man or something.’
Jason: [blurts out] ‘I’m getting married.’
Mike: ‘Hungry Man, those meals are delicious.’
Harry: ‘I can’t picture you eating nothing but vegetables. You like meat too much.’
Jason: ‘Did you guys not hear what I just said?’
David: ‘Sorry, what?’
Jason: ‘Fucker.’ [throws clean chicken bone] ‘I’m engaged to be married.’
David: ‘Oh, no, I heard you the first time, but I thought it was a joke.’
Harry: ‘Why?’
Jason: ‘Why what?’
Harry: ‘Why are you getting married?’
Jason: ‘What do you mean why?’
Mike: ‘Weren’t you the one who vowed never to get hitched unless it’s to a cement brick pulling you under the ocean?’
Jason was the playboy. With his Euro-Brazilian features, he could bat his hazel blue eyes and have any woman swoon over him. It helps that he’s fluent in Portuguese and French, is a pro at samba and salsa, and is well-built and over six feet. He’s got me by one inch. Fucker.
Jason: [waves away loud chatter] ‘I know what I said, but I think I’ve met the one.’
Ugh…I think he’s googly eyed. I’ve never seen him like this before. If he sighs and stares off into the distance, I’ll slap that teriyaki wing out his mouth so fast he’ll doubt whether he was chewing on something or not.
Tommy: ‘This seems pretty serious. When did you meet her?’
Jason: ‘Last month while traveling in France. I was on assignment and stopped by to visit my grandparents in Paris. I saw her under the Eiffel Tower, thought she was a hot Parisian and started talking to her in French. She told me she didn’t understand what I was saying and that if I was hitting on her then we could grab a coffee and see what happened afterwards. We’ve been together ever since. Man, I’m in love.’
I think he is too. I don’t know if I could meet someone and fall in love with them in a month or so, but who am I to say how long love should take to be established. If he made her happy and she did the same to him, what’s the problem? He’s my boy. I’ll support him.
David: ‘Congratulations.’
Mike: ‘Yeah, I’m just surprised that you’ll be the first out o
f us to get married willingly. I always imagined myself attending your shotgun wedding.’
Jason: ‘Fuck off, Mikey.’
[laughter and rounds of congrats followed by two shots of Tequila]
Jason: ‘So now that the secret is out, let’s go meet her.’
Harry: ‘What? She’s here tonight?’
[Pays the tab]
Jason [nods head] ‘We’re going to her club.’ [Back in the night air] ‘You guys would love her, especially Ana, she’s really down to earth.’ [walks past bouncer to VIP]
‘There you are! I was wondering what happened to you.’
His fiancée is a hot little number and when I say little, I mean little. I think Ananda towers over her and she’s average height. She has bright red hair and freckles on her olive complexioned face so I’m thinking that she’s a mutt like me and Jason. She’s definitely down to earth. Within the first five minutes of greeting us she had given us genuine warm hugs and ushered us to our table. We’re enjoying small talk right now. Well, Tommy is hounding her about why she accepted Jason’s proposal and of course she knows that he’s only teasing her so she laughs it off. Jason’s right. Ananda would have hit it off very well with her. What’s her name again?
Jason: ‘Michelle, let’s have a dance and leave the sausage fest by themselves.’
Michelle. Her name is Michelle.
Michelle: ‘If you’re worried about someone messing with your drinks, don’t. I have security guards all over this place and no one gets in or out unless personally invited up.’
With that said we’re all on the dance floor and I’m surprised that the DJ is bumping good tunes. Usually it would be house music, but it’s hip hop, classic R&B, booty shaking, and contemporary music. The blend is refreshing. Right now I have a sweet little number grinding on me and although my john is enjoying the attention, my mind isn’t there. The only reason I decided to accept her invitation on the floor was because Tommy shoved me in her direction and I couldn’t play it off without looking like an idiot.
To be honest, my thoughts are on Ananda. I’m curious about her date and if she’s having a nice time. I plan on going to finish our discussion tonight. I’ve already sent her a message asking if she would have time for me later on, but she has yet to respond. If she’s still upset about yesterday then I won’t harass her with more texts. When she wants me to come to her she’ll let me know.
Harry: ‘Wow, look at that ass.’
If you can’t tell, Harry is black. He loves a woman with curves and the one he has his eyes glued on must be built like a brick house to keep his attention.
Tommy: ‘What ass?’
David: ‘Would you stop acting like a teenage boy with your hand down your pants and just gracefully survey your surroundings.’
Yeah, mystery lady’s ass is nice. I’m an ass man myself. From the way her dance partner’s fingers are itching to stretch a little lower, I’d say that so was he. She has on a dress to kill, it’s a green and cream striped halter top, but flows down to her feet making her elegant and sexy all at the same time. The material isn’t too clingy, but you can still see that her body is nice…her body…is that…
Mike: ‘Is that Ananda?’
I stop dancing completely forgetting about my needy partner when I get a side glimpse of her face. That’s Ana and she seems to be having a great time with her date. She’s doing what any flirty woman would do: giggling as he intentionally talks into her ear (using the loud music as an excuse), touching his bicep, smiling coyly. I feel sick. I walk off back to the table to down the rest of my Jack and Coke. My heart is racing from seeing her with another man. It hurts like hell, but she did warn me. I sit out the next several songs, finishing off the bottle then slapping a hundred on the table as I stand to leave.
Jason: ‘David, where are you going? Guess who I found downstairs on the dance floor?’
Ananda and her date steps around him and I courteously greet them, giving her a nod and him a quick firm handshake.
David: ‘Hey Ana.’
Ananda: ‘Hey David.’
[Awkward silence]
David: ‘Well, I was just on my way out.’
Jason: ‘I don’t think so. Get your ass back in that booth and let’s hang out like the old days now that the entire pack is here.’
I don’t feel like sticking around. In fact, I feel like shit. I don’t usually drink alcohol and now the effect is starting to take over. I haven’t felt this way since my college days. I hate it, not being able to control my motor functions, potentially blacking out—what the hell was I thinking? Then again I wasn’t.
Ananda: ‘Are you feeling okay?’
David: ‘I’m fine.’
I stalk my way back to the booth and plop down wordlessly. I engage in the chit chat learning that Michelle is very funny and she and Ananda are having a time exchanging jokes. I look at her date and I feel disgust. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or my genuine sentiments towards him, but the way he’s looking at her makes me want to hurl myself in his direction and strangle the life out of him. Every once in a while he’ll lean in to whisper in her ear and share a secret joke and Ana will press into him and laugh.
It’s official: I’m jealous.
Tommy: ‘Davy, where are you going?’
David: ‘Stop calling me fucking Davy.’
I go back on the dance floor where I don’t have to witness their flirting and just how happy what’s his name is making her. There’s an unpretentious attraction going on between them and I don’t want to interfere which is exactly what I’ll do if I stay there. I lean against the railing looking down on the second dance floor and feel hands caress my back. For a fraction of a second I thought that perhaps it was Ananda coming to see about me, however it was the overzealous chick I had been dancing with when I first spotted Ana with her date.
She gives me a flirty smile and I barely return one. To be honest, at this point I’m on autopilot. I don’t have any idea what I’m doing, but I surmise from my wobbling legs that I’m dancing…oh and taking another shot. I dance with Ms. Thirsty until I’m bored then head for the stairs. I’m ready to get out of here.
Ananda: ‘Where do you think that you’re going in that condition?’
David: ‘I don’t know. How about home?’
Ananda: [shakes head negatively] ‘No, you’re not.’
David: [steps very close] ‘Then am I going back home with you and your little date? What? Will we have a threesome where I get to teach him every little button to push that turns you on?’
Ananda: ‘David.’
David: ‘Get out of my face, Ana. I don’t have time to deal with you. Why don’t you go back to your new man before he realizes that you’re missing?’
Ananda: [Grabs his arm firmly] ‘I’m serious, David. No amount of shit talking coming out of your mouth will make me allow you to get in your car and drive inebriated. What were you thinking? The last time you had a decent drink was junior year at Mike’s birthday party and we all know how that turned out. You butt ass naked running around campus with campus police on your tail.’
David: ‘You know what, Ana, fuck you and your damn concern. I don’t need this. Did I ask you to come over here and meddle in my life? Did I ever snoop around you and your new boyfriend giving you the impression that you can give a fuck about what I do and where I go?’ [SLAP!]
Ananda: [glaring daggers]
David: ‘What the hell, Ananda!’
Harry: ‘I think you should let us take care of him, Ana. He’s getting out of control.’
Ananda: [crosses arms over chest] ‘No, Harry, I’ll be just fine. However, seeing as how I’m not strong enough to fight him, I’d like you to retrieve his car keys for me. I’m taking him home.’
Tommy: ‘We can do that, Ana if—’
Ananda: ‘His car keys please.’ I didn’t mean to cause a scene still I’ll be damned if David thinks that he can talk to me any kind of way without getting a positive o
r negative reaction. He deserved the shit being slapped out of him and taking it from his new found silence, he agrees. Eventually the fellas realize that I wasn’t backing down and Mike gets the keys for me. They take David to the entrance while I give my excuses to my date.
Ananda: ‘Look, Murphy, I’m sorry to cut our date short, but I have to get that knuckle head home.’
Murphy: ‘Would you like me to accompany you? I can take you back to your place afterwards.’
Ananda: [shakes head] ‘No thank you, I don’t trust leaving him by himself in his condition. I’m going to stay with him and make sure that he doesn’t choke on his vomit.’
Shit. I can tell that Murphy is disappointed. I would be too if I was him. Here we are on our second date and I’m practically ditching him to take care of my ex-boyfriend who just disrespected me. I’ll definitely make it up to him.
Ananda: ‘I’ll call you sometime tomorrow and maybe we can make plans for next weekend. How about that?’
Murphy: [bright smile] ‘That sounds like a deal.’
He catches me off guard by pulling me close and kissing me on the cheek and we exchange smiles as I walk off. I congratulate Jason again, make a lunch date with Michelle, and tell the boys that I’d call them as soon as David and I made it back to his place. They help me get him back to his car and strapped in while he babbles away on how he can’t believe that I slapped him. I told him that I would do it again if he didn’t shut the hell up. Well, it’s safe to say that he’s sitting in his passenger’s seat pouting…in silence.
We pull up to his condominium and this fool calls himself trying to leave the car without assistance. I barely catch him from face planting on the pavement. I ‘carry’ him, more like drag his dead weight, to the entrance where his doorman helps me get him in the elevator and to his door before I thank him and bid him goodnight. As much as I’m pissed off at David right now, I can’t help the butterflies in the pit of my belly every time his deep voice resounds in my ear.
David: ‘I’m home, you can go now.’
Ananda: ‘Shut up.’
He actually does. I fight with his body weight and getting the key in the lock like a sixteen year old virgin fumbles with a bra. David is absolutely no help. He’s caressing my back and telling me how beautiful I looked tonight. He’s also divulging very naughty details that I’m not going to share.
David: ‘I love when you wear your hair like this. It makes me want to snatch it down and just make you dirty.’
He’s talking about my chignon. I decided that wearing my hair in a bun was the best style to go with this dress. From the amount of male attention I received tonight, it was a good idea.
David: ‘You’re so damn beautiful and sexy, Ana. I don’t deserve you, but I love you so fucking much.’
I don’t know if he’s aware of what he’s saying. I doubt that he’ll even remember that we had this conversation in the morning. His words are becoming more slurred and his weight is bearing down even harder. I barely make it to his bedroom and undress him before he’s out like a light. I sit with him for about two hours just watching him sleep, after calling the guys and informing them that all was well, and making sure that if he does regurgitate anything it wouldn’t cause him to choke to death. I give in to sleep, kissing him goodnight on the cheek, and permitting myself access to his wardrobe for a night shirt. I remember to leave a trashcan by both sides of his bed then find his recycling bin to leave at the foot of his bed just in case. He’ll definitely trip in the morning, but at least he won’t have to worry about cleaning up puke.
My slumber is restless at best. Every single sound that came from David’s room had me off of the couch and checking on him. He’s mumbling incoherently in his sleep, his eyebrows knitted together, but after a while he calms down and the silence returns. I have a bad feeling of foreboding in the pit of my stomach and I can’t sleep over the dread in my belly. By the time my body is fatigued enough to rest David is groaning himself awake.
I get up and go to his kitchen to get him a glass of orange juice then locate a pack of Advil to give to him. He takes them silently and we sit down in each other’s company for a few minutes before he speaks.
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