H-Jobs

The buzz of her cell phone was met by her complete disdain for the user on the other end. He was for all intents and purposes the last person on earth that she wanted to hear from.

Text: Hey

Text: Hey…?

Text: ☺

Text: ☹ What do you fucking want?

Text: You know what I need.

Text: I though you had people lined up to do that for you.

Text: …

Text: Fine.

She was on her way to pick up the kids anyway and figured the additional perk for her exhusband was just a courtesy. At this point in their relationship, there was nothing they wouldn’t do for each other.

The 15 minutes across town passed slowly as she allowed her mind to wander through the mistakes she made throughout the day. Fourteen minutes and thirty-six seconds later… she made it. She was always on time or early. Keys. ID? Beep. Van Secure. Click-clack, click clack. Click-clack. Heels and pavement pushed against each other more vigorously with each step closer his condo.

Her knocks on the door were met with muffled “it’s mommy” on the other end. Her children’s excited voices reminded her of Christmas elves. Pleasant but somewhat evil. She kissed the foreheads watching kid shows and headed back to his room. She wanted to make this quick.

There was nothing holy about what she did. In fact, she was too good. His heavy sighing, relaxed flesh and pleased, closed-eye expression sickened her. There was no way he could return the favor. No way at all. In fact, he was amateurish in most methods of cuddling and showing affection; and she had no time for that. No time for sexual frustrations. No time for having her orgasm stolen. No time to recoup a lost feeling of ecstasy from a genuine but lazy failed attempt at pleasing her. She just wanted to move on. Applying pressure and kneading and moisture pretty much got the desired result.

He reached up and caressed the crotch of her jeans. “I don’t want to. Just. Stop.” His hand slid down her inner thigh in defeat. She wanted none of his advances. “Seriously. We need to go”.

He looked at her almost lovingly. It was innocent. His pupils dilated and his soul open. “Oh my god, thank you”.

“Yeh, whatever. You picking them up tomorrow?”

“I guess.”

“Picking them up on Wednesday too?”

“I guess.”

“Ok bye.” She turned, opened the door and left. Ugh. I really hate his penis. She thought as she grabbed the children and headed out the door.

He sat on the edge of the bed, pants at his ankles. He was hunched over and regaining himself. How cold. He thought. I mean she just blew me and like left…