Bathroom looked barely used and smelled really clean. He got the water started, seeing that there was a bottle of basic shampoo and a blue bar of soap.
The water took a moment to heat up, but he stripped out of his clothes and tried to figure out how he was going to negotiate by tossing them out the door. He could probably just wait until he was done. Looking at the door, he saw there was no lock on it. Awkward. He left his clothes in a pile, sticking his boxers on the edge of the sink so he could slip them on after his shower and his clean clothes next to them.
He hopped in the shower stall, sliding the opaque curtain closed, and felt his whole body release built up tension as the warm water sluiced over him. He closed his eyes. He’d gotten up so damn early in an attempt to get to Jack’s apartment to help him move, he wondered if his fatigue had something to do with messing up his car? Nah, it was that the car was a twenty-year-old POS that landed him in this spot.
Urgo took his damn time soaping up. What else did he have to do while they were fixing his truck? He considered having a quick jerk. That Linzi chick was sex in boots. But that felt a little weird. Better to just go have a cold glass of water and watch TV.
When he opened the curtain, he saw that his clothes, including his boxers, were gone. He hadn’t heard the door open, but then again, he’d been pretty zoned out. Urgo toweled off, getting a look at himself in the mirror. He figured with a haircut and a better job he might be able to get a hot chick like Linzi.
Sure, that’s what he needed to be thinking about right now. Not the three thousand he wouldn’t get to save or spend. Looked like he wouldn’t even be able to afford a first date for a while. After leaving parents, started living alone has its downside.
The shorts were a little loose and a little short. They were missing their drawstring, too. Ah, well, beggars can’t be choosers. The shirt fit him just fine, a little loose, the way he liked it. Out in the break room, Linzi was watching wrestling. She bit her lip as two muscled men chucked each other across the ring.
“Hey, feeling better?” Linzi asked, holding up a water bottle and patting the seat next to her on the couch. She was, of course, situated right in the middle, her boots and coat over by the door. She had her legs crossed under her, and he could clearly see her white panties under her barely there skirt.
Urgo cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah,” he said, walking over and standing by the couch. He had to hold his shorts up on one side, and he was distinctly aware of the cock head started to grow.
Linzi looked at the cock, not acknowledging it out loud, but running her tongue around inside her mouth while attempting to restrain a smile. “Gonna get tired standing there.” She patted the couch again. “Take a load off.”
Urgo cleared his throat again. He was confident that his entire upper body had turned red, and he could feel the heat of it running down from his scalp to his sternum. “You, uh, a wrestling fan?”
Linzi watched the match with a critical eye. “Yeah. I like watching big sweaty men in their undies.” She smiled and looked over at him. “The ladies are fuckin’ hot, too.”
Urgo didn’t know where to look after that statement. “Ha, uh, yeah. I, uh, I don’t really follow it.”
Linzi shrugged. “I could probably win every match.” She smiled conspiratorially at him. “I have a really effective secret technique that I’d use to win.”
Was that an innocuous statement? “What, uh, what would that be?”
Linzi leaned over toward him. “I’d just blow the guy.” Urgo felt his dick leap to full attention. He didn’t know if Linzi had noticed, but she sat back up and ignored it if she did. “Figure no guy is gonna throw me off him if I’ve got his dick in my mouth. I’m really good at sucking dick. I eat pretty good pussy, too. Or so I’m told.”
Urgo scrambled. “How, uh, how would you pin them?”
Linzi smiled as the show went to commercial. “We’d just 69. It takes me longer than three seconds to cum, usually. What about you?”
Urgo started to sweat. What the fuck. She was just teasing him. Surely. “I’ve never, uh, timed it.”
Linzi tilted her head in mock-consideration. “Well, you’re gonna be here for a while. Maybe we should find out?”
