Summer night in The Valley

Something weird happened tonight.

My boss is out of town this week for the Labor Day holiday so its been quiet around the office. I was driving home and my cell phone rang, his home number appeared on the caller ID and it puzzled me. This new law in California makes it illegal to answer a phone call while driving a car without a hands-free device but I answered quick because I was alarmed forgoing my bluetooth option.

It was his wife. She asked if I could meet her for drinks in the valley. She suggested a popular spot on Ventura and I told her I could make it. I hung up unsure what she needed to tell me.

Well an hour later it was clear that she wanted to fuck. The bar was busy teaming with freaky hoochie-mamas dressed like sluts. The only dudes in the house were creepy and all needed to shave. My boss's wife got hammered on red wine and I drove her home but not without three of her girlfriends seeing us. When I went to the bathroom they appeared out of nowhere sprung on the couch and asked who I was. I didn't know about this until later so I might be fucked.

I drove her home. She got out and said, "go to the liquor store and get a bottle of wine," I thought this wasn't good but I did it anyway. The closest liquor store was closed but when I entered the next one I told the cashier I needed a strong bottle to knock a bitch out with. He shrugged his shoulders but I grabbed something I knew was 13% and bought a shitty porno mag from the magazine rack. They had DVDs too but I passed them by because they looked too softcore.

Thirty minutes later I was fucking my boss's wife in her daughter's bedroom. Her daughter was asleep in the master bed down the hall. I came on her tits and she wiped it off with her daughter's blanket. The fuck was terrible, wish I hadn't done it, the only way I was able to cum was by staring at the poster of Miley Cirus and some other Disney slut on the wall. I had to stare at them both, I'm no child perp, the two of them added up to be well over 20.

I called a cab but she clung on me like a drunk whore. Stupid bitch, stupid me.

The cab came and I jumped in the front seat. I scared the driver - a Russian guy who usually didn't let people ride up front. He seemed Armenian. I asked him if he picked up a lot of people from this street. "Sometimes," he said.

"Is that because the neighbors are Armenian gangsters?" I asked. He didn't respond. Then I asked him if he ever drives hookers. "All the time," he answered right away. Well pal, you've got another one tonight - me. I'm as slutty as they come and I've got Miley's blood on my hands.

I'm lying in bed but I can't sleep. The crickets outside are making their balmy summer song. I'm a loser, but I did cum on her tits.