Sins of Steele
by LoveSteele 1999
jumpedoff@yahoo.com
(Disclaimer: I don't own the
characters nor make a profit off of this. Please don't steal my
stuff.)
My back hurts. My legs hurt. My shoulders and neck hurt. I can feel a headache coming on. I don't have any Ibuprofen or Tylenol, so there's not much that can be done.
I'll just site here at my desk until she walks in and nags me about my lack of production on the paperwork I found waiting for me when I arrived.
Still, I can't tell her how I feel. I don't want her to know where I was last night or who I was with. She'd never forgive me. She'd definitely not understand. I have needs. My needs go unsatisfied. I seek relief. It's as simple as that.
Laura would turn it into something more, I'm sure. Anyway, saying "I was on my way to pay someone for oral sex," is not a good idea. Hell, I could lie to her and tell her I was on my way to see her last night when some idiot practically ran me over. But, she'd want to know why and somehow I'd mess up and spill the beans.
If she found out our relationship would be over. Not that it's much of a relationship. She has the final word in everything. We date when SHE wants, kiss when SHE wants. Hell, I hardly every touch her. It's as if she doesn't want me at all but gives me just enough to stay interested and stay working. I know she doesn't want me to leave, but I wonder why she wants me to stay.
Anyway, I'm off track. It all started about four months ago when Mildred's nephew got himself into a bit of a mess. His friend Clarissa had offered, but I'd declined as any gentleman would. Of course, Laura came in and assumed the worst.
After the case and another snub by Laura I called one of Clarissa's associates. It's all very discreet. I was nervous the first time and chickened out. A few weeks later I called again and arranged another meeting. "April," as she calls herself, made me feel at home.
I told her what I wanted and we discussed the price. I didn't really care about that and quickly agreed to what she asked. I just needed someone who was clean and very, very discreet. Afterwards, I went back to the office, thankful Laura was out. Since then I arrange a weekly meeting on my own time so I don't have to see her soon after.
She has no idea and I'd like
to keep it that way.