December 2012

Say Something Dirty

    Driving around this city seems to be all I do. Every day- Every night-Driving around. Driving around and waiting. Waiting is a big part of the night and a big part of the job. You see, I’m doing the lords work. I’m delivering food. Delivering food all over Los Angeles. It’s Tuesday night and things are slow. I might not get another order for 10-20 minutes or maybe more, who knows? It happens, this is a shit job and I’ve had many of them but sometimes you gotta take what you can get. It does give me a bit of freedom and I don’t have to deal with people for a very long amount of time. I Drop the food and split. I was never a good waiter, I’ve done it but it was never my thing, waiting on people. I’m good for five minutes but dealing with people for like an hour-fuck that. Maybe it’s cause I really don’t like people and maybe that’s cause people usually suck but regardless, I’m delivering food. That’s where I am.
    I usually park the car and read a book as I wait. Gas, being what it is, no need to waste it driving around. I’m spending between 10 and 20 bucks a DAY on gas. It just aint right, but nobody cares and I guess that’s understandable but stil it aint right. A 100 bucks a week on gas and barely making enough to get by. Well it doesn’t leave a man with many options. I was in a restaurant the other day, I’m in a lot of restaurants, and the manager asked me if I had kids. I looked at him like he had 2 fucking heads. “Kids”? Are you fucking crazy, I’m delivering food”. Come on, how could a responsible man raise kids on this type of salary? You can’t but that’s people. They think you reach a certain age and you’re supposed to do this or that. Well I take a shit on that philosophy. And look it’s that I want to or I’m even planning on it and I’m sure some people do it but it’s not for me, not with this shit job and where I’m at, at this point in my so called life.. I’m sure most of these guys that have kids fucked up but me, I was never into taking any chances. I just can’t imagine fucking some chick for 1 night and then by some random act of stupidity, you’re stuck with this broad for the rest of your life. Especially if it’s, some one night stand. . I’ve had my share of one-nighter’s and come on let’s be honest here, they ain’t all beautiful. They usually aint anybody you want to bring home to momma. If I was gonna do it, you would need a woman and you love, so that rules me out, at least for now. Love seems to be hard to come by these days.
    The other day I did see a delivery driver with a baby seat in the back of his car. Retarded is what I thought. The poor bastard, he’s probably working two jobs, 7 days a week just to make it for his family, a family that he probably doesn’t even see that much. Ahh, but ain’t that America. I guess nobody told him to have kids. You can’t blame the world for your own foolishness.
    I can’t seem to sit still or at least my dick won’t let me sit still, so I drive around and look for some dirties. Dirty girls that is. It’s a little past 8pm as I cruise down Hollywood Blvd. There’s usually always something dirty going on. It’s Hollywood, there’s always something dirty going on. I’m an easy man to please when it comes to the dirties. I’m just looking for some quick relief. I don’t need a fuck or a suck. I play it safe and just go for a hand job. I don’t wanna pay if I don’t have to but I’m fucking horny and it’s been a while since I felt the touch of a woman so if I gotta pay, fuck it I’ll pay. I pass Whitley, on the corner there’s a cash checking place, which always attracts a classy element. It’s there I see a Blonde chick waiting for the bus. The bus stop is always a good place to pick up dirty girls. It’s always an easy opening; just ask them if they need a ride. To me that’s always a fair exchange-a hand job for a lift. You don’t have to do much and it sure beats waiting around for the bus.
    She’s blonde, has a few extra pounds on her and wears all white. At the light we make eye contact and she motions with a nod for me to pull over. I turn the corner, roll down the window and she approaches. The smell of her cheap perfume fills my nose rather quickly as she leaned in the car. I don’t know how cheap it was but there sure was a lot of it so it must be covering up something. Right away she asks me if I like it. I tell her “It’s great”. She just bought down the street. I’m thrilled to hear it. All this talk in a southern accent by the way. She’s from Mississippi and she needs a lift into West Hollywood. She looks around, I’m guessing for cops but who knows. The perfume really hits hard as she gets in the car. Well at least it’s not fucking patchouli. If there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s that fucking patchouli oil, hippie shit.
    My dick’s already hard as we take off. She’s a talker, I can tell that already. She tells me her names Savana. I tell her “I’m Jackson and it’s a pleasure”. Turns out she’s going to see a friend that she hasn’t seen for a while. “We got into a fight but she was my best friend. Shit, we grew up together. We came out to Hollywood together”. I tune her out and start taking in her big tits. She’s showing some cleavage and my dicks getting harder. I could care less what she has to say. I start rubbing her leg to see where I stand. She in return starts rubbing my crotch. Alright, she’s my kinda girl. I tell her “slow down”. My dicks so hard, it ain’t gonna take much. I really don’t feel like shooting a load in these pants, I just bought them and I don’t want to ruin them. She tells me she knows a place we can go and asks if I got any weed.
    We drive into West Hollywood and park by some tennis courts off of Santa Monica Blvd. She’s yapping all the way there about her family and how she’s going to visit them tomorrow. “I haven’t seen them in like two years”. Again I could care less. I park and whip my dick out. “Where’s the weed”? I pull out half a joint from the ashtray, light it, take a hit and hand it to her. She takes a hit and starts stroking my cock. She has a nice touch but she keeps talking. Talking about how her friend has the best weed and some other shit that I just pay no attention to. “What kind of panties are you wearing”, is my question to her. ”You want me to show you”? “Yeah show me”. She bends her big ass over and pulls down her pants a bit, revealing some big whit panties. Now why she would want to show me these panties, that’s the question that I can’t answer. They’re just not sexy. Nothing sexy about them. “What kind of panties are those”? I ask, out of disbelief. “They’re special for me”.” I’m sure they are”. She pulls up her pants and sits back down. I grab her hand and put it back on my dick. She takes another hit and starts stroking me again. She then starts to go on about how nervous she is to see her friend. “I’m really nervous; I don’t know what I’m going to say”. I cut her off right there. I’m 2 seconds away from blowing a hell of a load; I don’t need to hear this shit. I tell her ”say something dirty or shut your mouth”. Silence as she keeps stroking me. I grab some tissues from the back. She takes another hit, I squeeze her tits and I cum. It’s a good powerful load. A load that’s been building. Just then my radio for work goes off, time to make another delivery. What timing huh? I toss the tissues, drop her around the corner and wish her luck. A quick hand job and she’s never to be seen again. Now isn’t that the way it should be?

copyright 2011 Matthew James