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“Oh you’re here. The new trainees should be here any minute, are you hanging around for that?” I returned the over friendly smile from the manager with a hard cold stare until the sticky sweet look fell from her face.
“Isn’t that what I hired you for?” I kept walking towards the back of my place where my office was located. The least amount of time I spend with that particular female the better. Ergo the unfriendly stare. If I didn’t do that shit, things around here could get complicated.
It’s a curse. Every female between the age of six and sixty ends up trying to jump on my dick at some time or another. Even the ones who should have more damn common sense.
This one has been acting kinda territorial lately because I smiled at her once. I forgot what that shit does to the female population, but I’d thought that someone with her experience would be immune. Silly me.
The fact that she’s married isn’t the only thing killing my interest, she just isn’t my type. Get me, I have a type. Was a time when that shit was laughable. I used to screw anything I fancied back in the day. Okay, not that long ago.
These days my palette has become more discerning. I no longer like to be hunted like game. On the other hand, I couldn’t seem to drum up any interest in becoming the hunter myself.
For some odd reason my interest in women seems to have taken a hiatus altogether. That shit is so foreign to my nature that I’ve decided to ignore it and let it run its course. I put it down to just plain boredom, something that will surely wear off in due time.
I’ve had my share of female flesh and an eclectic group at that. I never really had a preference. As long as it was clean, unattached and relatively attractive, I’d give it a shot.
From fast and loose, to high society mavens and even college girls. You name it I’ve had it, and had no doubt that I’d be back in the game before long.
But here lately, in the last few months to be exact, my interest in the game has waned considerably. I couldn’t find a woman to whet my appetite if I tried.
To add insult to injury, in the last couple days I’ve been feeling…empty. Like something was missing, something vital. But nothing and no one seemed able to lift that feeling of ennui.
If I didn’t know better I’d think I was sick, but my last check-up had cleared me of any illnesses, not even a cold. Sure as fuck something was going on in my head though.
But since I wasn’t about to plant my ass on some overpaid blowhard’s couch and spill my guts, I guess I’d have to figure that shit out on my own.