Get to know the new Krystina.

I think about dosing Kent for about three seconds. It doesn't seem like there's any point. The problem isn't a guy, the problem is Krystina. The new version of her is out of my league, so making Kent undesirable would just make her switch off to some other guy. Besides, Kent is kinda okay. Also, kinda dumb. Fucking him up would feel like kicking a puppy.

No, I have to go to the source. I have to fix what I messed up with Krys.

The next day I take an early bus to work. The bus is packed, and the guy sitting next to me smells like urine. Still, I manage to get to work before Krystina so I can wait for her. She pulls into the Oakwood Club parking lot in her beat up old car and gets out. I walk up to her as she's heading for the entrance.

“Hey, Krystina!”

She turns around. God she's pretty. It's distracting.

She smiles politely and says, “Hey! Uh...”

“Devin.”

“Right, Devin! How are you?”

“I'm good,” I open the door for her. I have to say something interesting before we split off down different hallways. “So, uh, are you ready for your case?”

She looks at me funny. “What case?”

“You know, for...” Oh right, she never would tell me what she got in trouble for. She just said there were a lot of charges. “You know, all that bad stuff you did?”

She stops. Her jaw hangs open. “I've never gotten in trouble with the law!”

“You haven't?” I ask. “Oh, I'm sorry, I must have confused you with someone else. I just thought you were... you know, adventurous?”

Krystina's shoulders bunch up and she pulls away from me. “No! I don't do stuff like that! Leave me alone!”

“No no no! I'm not calling you a criminal or anything, just-”

“Good morning, Honey!” says Mr. Ito, walking up behind her. “I missed you at home!”

The Asian girl turns around and hugs her father. “Morning, Daddy! I left out early to drop off some clothes at the homeless shelter.”

The fuck is this?

Mr. Ito smiles at his daughter, then turns to me with something that is definitely not a smile. “You're on janitorial today. You're late, so get moving.”

I'm fifteen minutes early, but I'm clearly not allowed to talk to his darling, baby girl. I nod and walk away.

So, let's review. Hot Krystina is completely different from the girl I knew and neither she nor her father are going to let me near her. I'm soooo glad I woke up early to catch that bus.

I spend the morning cleaning the employee areas, like the changing room and the break room. I walk by the pro-shop a few times, hoping to chat and get her to trust me a bit more, but Krys isn't there. At first I think I must be going by on her break, but eventually I go in and talk to the guy who is there.

“Hi, Thomas. Is Krystina around?”

Thomas looks at me funny. “No. Why would she be here?”

Great. More changes. “Um, I thought she might have changed positions. You know, I'm the utility guy, I change jobs all the time, so I get confused about who is where. Where is she working?”

He shakes his head at me. “Don't even bother. She's never going to give you a shot.”

“Just tell me where she's fucking working today, okay?”

He shrugs in kind of a “it's your funeral” way. “Same place she always works. The restaurant. Have fun getting shot down.”

Yeah, of course, she's a waitress. They've got a pretty girl on staff, so they put her in the place where the rich old guys will see her the most. Plus, Kent is a waiter, so that explains why she ended up with him.

The thing about wait staff is that they're busy in the morning because they have to set everything up, then they're busy at lunch because all the club members come in around the same time to eat and rub elbows with each other. However, there are in-between times when things are slow and they take long breaks. I walk by the restaurant and see that Krys and Kent aren't there. It isn't hard to figure out where they might be. I empty out some trash cans and take the bags to the dumpsters behind the building.

Yep, there they are, arms around each other and tongues down each other's throats. It's disgusting. It's lame. It's really fucking hot.

Krys has her back to me, but Kent sees me over her shoulder. Without breaking the kiss, he holds up his hand like he's expecting a high five. I reluctantly put up my hand and give him an air five from 20 feet away. Then I walk away without Krys noticing I was there.

Taking out trash is a significant part of janitorial duty, so I have to go to the dumpsters several times during the day. They are there almost every time. I think she sees me one time, but she just ignores me and kisses Kent harder. The next time I drop off some trash, Kent's hand is down the back of Krys's pants, squeezing her ass as they kiss.

The time after that, her hand is down the front of his pants, moving up and down as she jerks him off. His hands are firmly holding her little ass and she's staring into his eyes like he's the most important person in the world. He's lightly moaning and she's saying, "Oh my god, your white cock feels so big in my hand!"