Professional

As I skim through Netflix nothing catches my eye. I could go for a good cheesy 80s action flick, that's always perfect on a Sunday afternoon. Just as I find the perfect movie my girlfriend descends the stairs and walks in front of the tv, her arms crossed. I smile as I look up at her from the living room couch.

"What's up babe?" I say as I drink in her perfect form.

She's wearing a simple white V neck t shirt with no bra, her pale cleavage pouring out of the V so aggressively looks like the shirt may burst at any moment. Her skin tight black leggings are much the same as they cling for dear life to her wide hips and absurdly plump cheeks.

She rolls her eyes "You forgot already? Sheesh thanks for taking an interest..."

I'm confused "Oh... What did I forget?"

She huffs "Today is my first massage of course!... Now will you please go upstairs to our room? I want to look as professional as I can and I can't do that with you lounging like bum in the background as my client comes in."

I feel my stomach drop "Babe... I don't like this..."

She shakes her head "Are you really trying to start an argument with me right before my first session? I don't know why you feel the need to be this way but I don't like it John... I've always supported your endeavors with the same passion as if they were my own, is it asking a lot to want the same in return?"

I hang my head "Jane you know I'll always be there to support you it's just... I... I'm sorry... I guess... I just... I don't know..."

She gives a little huff "Well figure it out upstairs, I'll be done in about two hours, then you can come down and I'll start dinner..."

I shake my head "Wait... Two hours!?! That's so long!"

She shrugs "He ordered the deluxe package what do you expect? I hope his body can handle it though (she smiles) guess we'll find out huh?"

As I slink up the stairs I see her put her hair up in a ponytail and begin to stretch like she is about to run a marathon. The second I get to my room I begin to pace aggressively. I can't believe she is actually doing this! And she had the nerve to pull the whole "endeavors" card! Ugh! Before that table arrived she never showed a shred of interest in giving people massages. I mean you she would do it for me, and was amazing at it, but that's it!

What now all of a sudden I'm crushing her dreams because I don't want her rubbing my friends naked bodies!?! Bleh! This is seriously grade A bullshit. I love her more than anything in the world, why does she feel the need to do something that she knows bothers me so much? You know what? Whatever... If she wants to rub on some old man she can be my guest, I couldn't care less.

I flop down on the bed and turn on the tv, I flip through Netflix till I find the movie I was about to play downstairs.

*Bam!*

A car door slams, my eyes dart to the window as I drop the remote. I hesitate for only a moment before giving in and running to get a look. Sure enough Richard is lumbering up my drive way, beads of sweat rolling down his face. I grimace as I imagine what wearing a full suit in this heat means for the rest of his body. Richard is a short, portly man in his mid 40's, I only knew him because of work but he eventually became a close friend. He is a little uptight but he's a good dude, I always liked him. Well that is until he scheduled a massage with my girlfriend and never even mentioned it too me, I mean seriously why didn't he say a thing about it when we talked the other day!?! He just rambled on about his fantasy football team like any other normal day. I wonder if his wife knows he's here? I highly doubt it...

I shake my head as he gets up to the door, I see him use his reflection in the glass door to fix what hair he has left, his hairline is so receded at this point he may need to just give up and buzz it soon.

*Ding dong*

Jane greets him at the door, I can't see her or make out her words but I can hear the murmur of her excited voice. Richard says something I can't hear either which is followed by a loud high pitched cackle from Jane. Wow, way to play it up honey, dad jokes really do it for ya huh?

As he steps through the threshold of my home I feel a tightness in my chest, a rage that feels like a fire that's spreading at an alarming rate. Instead spending her Sunday laying with me in bed and watching a movie she wants to rub her pristine little hands all over his abhorrent sweaty beer belly? A real boost to the ol self esteem, thanks for that Jane...

I flop back down on the bed, I don't bother starting the movie, I couldn't care less about that anymore. I lay on my side and stare blankly at the wall, my eyes unwilling to focus. I don't move a single muscle for more than ten minutes straight as the fire in my chest eats away at me. You know what? Fuck Jane... I don't care what she does. She's only doing this to mess with me, to get in my head, to "spice" things up or something. Well I don't like it and I will make that clear tonight at dinner. What she does after that is up to her, if she wants to actively hurt me by continuing this maybe she just doesn't care about me after all, maybe I should find someone who does.

I fall asleep with the fire in my chest burning out of control. My dreams are filled with yelling, with tears, with me and Jane breaking up...