Page 23 of Mister Prick

“Coffee? Taco? Back to work?”

“I might call it a day.”

“Can you do that?”

I could barely walk, but I expected that would change in a short time. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep from daydreaming for the rest of the afternoon. My mind was wherever it typically drifted to after a really good fucking, and I doubted I’d be back to normal for a few hours.

“I doubt I’ll be much good,” I said. “Let’s get a coffee, and I’ll call in sick.”

He started the car. “Sick?”

“My mind’s out in space somewhere. I can’t work.”

“So’s mine,” he said with a laugh. “I think you sucked my brains out the tip of my dick.”

“I heard when a man comes that his IQ drops like 100 points. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but that’s what someone told me.”

He laughed as he reached for the gear shifter. “I don’t know about that, but when you sucked my cock my mind went blank.”

I giggled. “I sucked you stupid.”

He backed up, turned around, and then started driving toward the parking lot’s exit. “You sure did.”

I gazed out the side window. Much to my surprise, the area didn’t look familiar at all. “Where are we?”

“A couple blocks from your dealership. On Don Lee Place.”

“Oh. I had no idea.”

As he drove toward the coffee shop, I reclined the seat and relaxed. “How many vehicles do you have, anyway?”

“Several,” he said. “I normally use this for other things. I was going to take it to be serviced this afternoon.”

“What kind of things?”

“Business.”

“Oh. In one of the industries you work in?” I asked in a sarcastic tone.

“One of them, yes,” he said flatly.

I decided whatever he used it for was none of my business, and decided to take the conversation somewhere friendly. “How many is several?” I asked. “You said you had several vehicles.”

“Maybe ten. Give or take.”

“You have ten cars? Where do you keep them?”

“I’ve got three homes. There’s three or four at each house, excluding the motorcycles. Maybe twelve, total. I’d really have to think about it.”

“Twelve cars?”

He shrugged. “They each serve a purpose.”

I was fascinated. “Like what?”

“There’s a coffee shop up here, but it’s not a Starbucks. It’s got the best cold brew in the world. Mind trying it?”

“Okay by me.”