That’s enough of that, back to front-story

I woke up with no one in my arms. Vanessa must have gotten up before me. I’d never considered waking up alone to be a bad thing, but I suddenly realized how lonely I was.

Whatever. No time to dwell. I needed to get to work. I did the usual morning routine (with the addition of jerking off in the shower to the memory of receiving my first blowjob the night before). I sat down for breakfast, but everyone was gone. Again, I was alone. I was used to being alone, but it was weirder now that I had people I cared about.

That itself was weird. I cared about people. I wasn’t an asshole (I don’t think). But now? I had an innate desire to protect others. Vanessa… Sara, Ava, Kenzie, Kate… Cait… Hana, weirdly enough… Rich….

Okay, maybe not Rich just yet. Even then, as he’d warmed up to me, I’d begun to warm up to him. It was so strange; just a week ago, I’d hated his fucking guts. Now? I could see myself saving him.

Something had changed. Not just my newly obtained ability, but my mental had changed. I wanted to help people. I needed to. Something shifted when I jumped in front of that gun. Mere months ago I would have never even considered the possibility. I knew the world was dog-eat-dog, I’m not dumb. But… I felt differently now. I’d realized it last night after hearing Vanessa’s story. I had to help her in whatever way I can. Unfortunately, I had no idea where to start with a situation like that.

I guess… one step at a time, huh? I had so much shit on my plate that I didn’t know where to begin.

My bowl, on the other hand, was empty; no more time to think, I needed to get to work. I listened to a podcast about the Hero Hosts as I drove. I was hoping I’d hear some groundbreaking factoid that would help me ascend and understand superheroism… but it was just sucking up to the group. I know they’re great, I wanted juicier details! I think, anyway; I don’t know what I was listening for, really. ‘Hey, listener! This is a message about how to solve all of your wildly specific problems!’

Fat chance.

I got to work. I’m embarrassed to admit this, but I actually spent some time in the gym before getting Rich’s coffee. I needed to get in better shape if I was going to be an effective member of We Changed Few.

Just a quick note… am I insane, or is ‘We Changed Few’ a terrible name. It was grandiose, but too lengthy if you ask me. ‘Hero Hosts’ was catchy. We needed something like that. I wonder if I could convince Kenzie to let us change the name.

I did poorly at the gym. I’d never really been (at least to any consistent degree), so I had no idea what I was doing. It was kind of scary to think of hopping on some machine I didn’t understand in front of people who were in way better shape than I was. I only meagerly jogged on a treadmill before I gave up and continued with my day.

Sara waved to me as I entered the cafe. She asked me a couple questions concerning the girl I’d met, and I told her a few details. Where we met (she was jealous at the idea of finding love at the movie theater), that I’d gotten her number, and how I was nervous. She asked me if I’d reached out to the girl yet, and… fuck. I hadn’t.

Sara giggled at my mistake. “That’s such a man thing to do.” I couldn’t argue. Instead, I just thanked Sara for the coffees and made my way to the elevator.

What do I text Cait? I considered the options as I descended. I’d never been put in this kind of situation before. Cait, being the pretty woman she is, surely had an array of suave suitors lined up for miles! How could I compete? One thing that sucks about befriending so many women in a short time is that I didn’t have anyone I could ask about stuff like this. I wish I had a male friend, maybe one who knew a thing or two about women.

I ran scenario after scenario in my head as I absentmindedly glanced at the coffees I had. I read the name ‘Rich’. Mother fucker.

“You came to the right fucking place, you cocksucker!” Rich noogied me. Like, actually did the stereotypical older douche brother/ frat bro thing and rubbed his knuckle against my skull while he had me in a headlock.

I coughed and rubbed my tender head after he let me go. I immediately regretted coming to him.

“Is it that Hana bitch? She’s got a sweet ass, but she fucking threatened to chop my nuts off if I ever shot my shot, so I backed the hell off. You’re a crazy mother fucker for going for that piece of yellow ass!”

Ignoring the racial commentary, I replied, “No, it’s not someone from work. I, uh, met her at a movie theater.”

Rich visibly winced. “Ooh, bad move, fucko; dark room? Probably a fucking butterface.”

“I… I saw her with lights on, man. She’s cute.”

“Sure, bro. Alright, so what have you sent the bitch so far?”

“Nothing yet. That’s why I came to you.” I shouldn’t have, but it was too late to back out.

“‘Came’ to me? I thought we were talking about a broad here! Homo!” He started howling with laughter.

I just stared blankly.

“I’m just fucking with you, man! You did good, asking me for help. Let’s just say I know a thing or fucking two about the snatch.”

If I was a braver man, I’d have gone off at him for being such a vile womanizing pig. But I am not, so I just listened to his advice.

“The thing is, Michael: bitches are dumb. Hoes crave attention and the only place they can get it is from our gorgeous cocks. That’s why you play hard to get. They’re basically addicted, so you give them withdraws. They’ll chance after you, and you don’t have to do fuck all. Here-“

I’d been holding my phone in my hand, prepared to text Cait the entire time. Rich suddenly grabbed my phone from me. He quickly entered my password and rapid-fired a text to her number.

“What the fuck, Rich!” I reached out to grab my phone back, but he used his superior strength to hold me back with one arm.

“Don’t worry, man, I fucking got you!” He typed with his other hand for a few more seconds before turning it off and handing it back to me.

“How the hell did you know my password?!” I asked, opening the chat to see what damage he had done.

“Saw you put it in on a security feed one time.” He shrugged.

Before I could get emphasize how stupid that was, I was hit with the horrors of what Rich had sent. Here it is, completely unaltered.

ayyy bbgrl. now i knowww u bin yearnin fo tha big m’z bigger d, and now itz open fo the public hoe. if yo lucky, u can b tha first rider. grand openin, biytch!

I couldn’t believe it. He’d killed my chances.

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Hey, authors note. I’m so very sorry to say that I will be taking another break. I thought I was getting better, but whatever disease is fucking with me has come back for round two and is kicking my ass harder than the first time. I’m not here to sob story or anything, but it is making writing (and everything else in life) 10x harder. With it being the holiday season, I simply have too much on my plate for the moment. I was a little ahead, but I’m not the happiest with what I wrote so I’ll be taking this mini-hiatus to rewrite that, then have fresh material HOPEFULLY back to daily posts when I’m healthy again. I am going to the doctor tomorrow so hopefully they can get me whatever miracle **** I need to be rid of this shit I’ve had for, like, a month now. Again, sorry guys. I’ll be back as soon as I can.