“Thanks, honey.” We both popped them open and took a drink. The sparkly coldness felt oh so good going down. “You’re home awfully early. How did your date go?”
“It didn’t.” He took another long swig. “Jimmy had these two chicks lined up and he got tickets to that concert over at the stadium. I got the one named Shawna.”
“That’s a pretty name.”
“Yeah, she was hotter than I thought she would be, knowing Jimmy’s track record.” He swallowed the rest of his beer and opened another. “Great fuckin’ rack.”
I didn’t like how much I enjoyed that he was willing to talk like that with me. “So what happened?”
“She was all over me on the ride there. We were making out. She had her hand down my pants and I was feeling her up every which way. There was no way I wasn’t getting laid for sure after the show.” He glanced over at me and probably noticed my nipples poking up under the thin material of my robe. “Anyway, we’re all having a great time, then halfway into it these two skanks go off with some guy who says he can get them backstage. That was the last we saw of them.”
“Dumb bitches,” I sympathized, knowing full well that I had pulled that trick a time or two myself when I was a hot young thing. “Their loss.”
“Whatever,” he grumbled and guzzled down the rest of his second beer.
“Toss me another,” I said as he went for his third. I was no lightweight, but with nothing in my stomach I was already feeling the start of a buzz.
We drank and watched TV for a few quiet minutes. I had no idea what I was looking at, just feeling Jesse’s presence with me was all that was on my mind.
“So…I don’t know,” he spoke up after a time, clearing his throat. “Did we have a show scheduled for tonight or anything?”
“No. Nothing.” I wasn’t sure if this was the right time to tell him I’d decided that we weren’t going to do any more shows together.
“We could do one…if you want.” He was doing his best to seem nonchalant about it. “Make a few bucks…”
“Naw. I’ve been sitting in front of that damn camera for half the day.”
“Fine, whatever. You’re the one always squawkin’ about how we need the money,” he said defensively. “Guess we don’t need it that fucking bad after all.”
“It’s not that, Jesse, it’s just…” My voice trailed off when I realized what was going on. “Your little cockteaser left you with a serious set of blue balls, didn’t she?”
Jesse just glowered at me from his chair.
“We don’t have to bother with a show, honey.” I didn’t want to say what I knew I was about to say, but I couldn’t stop myself. “I can just give you a blowjob right here, if that’s what you want.”
My heart hung suspended in midair for a second. His reaction was just as I’d feared it might be. He slammed his beer down on the coffee table, causing it to foam up and overflow all over the place.
“God dammit!” He was up out of the chair and heading for his room. “Why do you have to be so fucked up like that?” Jesse punched the wall as he went, leaving a deep dent.
He stopped and stood in the threshold between the living room and kitchen. I held my breath, not knowing what he might do next. I was so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. After a moment the tension drained out of him. He turned and came toward me. I half expected him to hit me. I had it coming.