(ShamefulHornyTrash) The low-hanging fruit, Amber

I'd have to be blind, deaf, brain dead, or all of the above to not see that Amber likely already has the hots for me. I'm not exactly sure why that is, that one moment where she loudly wished to go out with someone as romantic as me can't have happened anymore. Unless I had a different girlfriend, and I dotted on her in front of Amber? Unlikely. I guess she might just think I'm handsome. I've been told that I'm a 7 on a good day if I've groomed myself up, but maybe she thinks I'm the cute kind of dopey looking.

Thinking too hard about these things is not going to do me any favors. People drink my cum and then all of reality gets screwed around, there are bigger headscratchers around to solve, and I sure as fuck can't solve any of them. So, just enjoy what you have. Devin. Enjoy what you have, and try to come up with a way to fill up Amber with your cum. Or, you know, just ask her out like a normal person. Because that could easily work out well, you idiot.

I'm surprised when I learn that Mr. Johnson is also an Asian guy. Is that racist? Krys's whole thing about putting emphasis on me being white and her being Asian has really fucked up my perception of things. A couple of weeks ago, I didn't think I was racist at all. But here I am, being surprised that someone with Asian heritage can have an English surname. And pretty much trying to make myself a harem of specifically Asian girls. I don't even know which country in Asia any of their families are from from!

I snap myself out of my stupid thoughts just in time to hear that I'm on janitor duty again. I'm kinda happy to hear that. I don't exactly love going around the club cleaning floors and taking out the trash, but it does mean that I'll get to move around the entire building, getting multiple chances to talk to almost anyone I'd want. Mr. Johnson notices the smile on my face and teases me about it. "If I didn't know better, I'd say that I finally found someone who likes cleaning."

Realizing that this position is the best for my plans, I feel like following his flow. I scratch my head like I'm embarrassed, before 'coming clean'. "That's certainly possible." I give him a nervous laugh. "It's just kind of relaxing. Lets me think, gets me to move my legs around, goal oriented. Probably had my easiest day working here last time I did this."

He's amused. "If you let me record you saying that so my wife can hear it when I get home, I'll try to make it your regular job here from now on." He offers, taking out his phone to show he's not fully joking around. Liking the offer, I repeat what I said. By the time we part ways, I feel like I get on with Mr. Johnson a hundred times better than I did with Mr. Ito.

My first few hours are spent actually doing janitorial work. And I'm not sure if I'm just trying to convince myself that I really believe everything I told my boss, but I had a pleasant time. I also got to meet a few more of my coworkers.

Jessie was another member of the cleaning crew. Not entirely sure where I'd rank her in looks. She had a full figure, considerably more than the first Krys I met, with all the benefits and drawbacks that implied. But she did have a really pretty face, and a chill personality that made it easy to get lost in conversations with her. I might have to decide later on if I'd like to sleep with her or not, but I knew that I was going to try and befriend her so I could present her to Kent. Easiest way to prevent him from being a roadblock, and I might earn myself a spot as his best man years down the line.

I'm introduced to Ginny before she does her rounds as a ballpicker. In less than a minute, she has me convinced that sex with her would be an out-of-this world experience and that humanity might be doomed if a ball hits her head and gives her powers like mine. She's polite enough to not talk when someone else is talking to her, but she doesn't give my ears a break outside of that. Furthermore, she can't stand still. Either she's swinging herself from standing on her toes to standing on the back tips of her feet, or she jumping in place, or she's skipping around. I wouldn't go as far to say she's childish, but she acts like the most pleasant person in the world among those who are constantly doing blow.

Luna is the last one I meet before I'm able to go to the dinning area to talk to Amber. I don't know what she does, because our meeting involves neither of us paying attention to where we're going before I bump face first into her breasts. I proceed to apologize, only for her to try to do the same, and it's just kind of an awkward vibe before she makes a joke about how the books she's read dictate that she's destined to give me a titjob in the future. It's easy to talk to her after that, and considering the themes we touched, I feel like I'm allowed to look behind me once she leaves. By far, she had the biggest assets out of all the girls not named Jessie around here. She was also the tallest lady, considering that I normally had to look down rather than up to talk to the women I worked with.

On some level, I feel guilty for what I'm going to do. Amber really seems like she wants to date me. She would probably make for a good girlfriend. We could have something good. But I don't think I'm up for anything serious for what remains of the summer. I'm a bit burnt out on relationships, I just want to fuck. I want to fuck every single hot girl that works at this place. That includes Amber, sure. But I know that's not what she would be expecting. And I'm probably going to mess with her mind to make her okay with it.

I almost don't approach the restaurant area. I tell myself that I can leave it for later in the day, when it's busier and I can't talk to her alone. But my legs walk themselves there anyways. And what does it matter if I delay the inevitable? She lives with me. I can't just hope that she never makes the first move.

"Hey Devin! How's it going?" She walks over and kisses me on the cheek. I can't remember if that's a normal thing she does, if she's done it to me before. Christ, I've known her for two days, why is she so into me already? I went without any girls paying me any attention for so long, and here's one happy to do so. Why am I not just asking her out? Am I afraid she's going to be another Krys or something? "What's wrong?" She asks me as she grabs onto my arm. I don't have the courage to tell her.

"Nothing." I shake my head. I try to look into her eyes, but I can't. I won't try again, don't want to tear up in front of her. "It's just some dumb nerves." I play it down. But of course, she doesn't get what I meant, and her face lights up because she really thinks I'm just that kind of romantic guy.

"Why are your nervous?" Her hand approaches mine, fingers sliding into place as if it is meant to be. I should tell her to run, but I won't. I should stay quiet, yet I know that's not what I'm going to do. I will ask her out, and I'm going to hurt her when I do.

"Because I wanted to ask you on a date." I finally admit, and I feel any fight left in me slowly drain away. "Just a walk to the park and back home once we leave work." I tell her, and she gets excited as if I had told her that we were flying to Paris.

"I'd love to!" She hugs me. But all I can think about is how I hope that she's lying to me, because I don't want to make her hate me. I don't want for that little voice inside my head to be right, the one that tells me that maybe Krystina did like me until I showed her just how much of a shit boyfriend I was by changing everything about her. But I feel Amber stroke my back and I can only feel the stabbing she'll wish to do later.

By now, I'm sure that I don't ever want to sleep with Jessie. Because I want there to be people who won't hate me by the end of this all. Amber, Kylie, Mia, Ginny and Luna will all hate me like Krys does, its just going to be a matter of time.