She licks her lips then takes me in her mouth, the heat making me shudder with pleasure. Bopping her head up and down, I’m starting to see why she got her nickname as the porn star.
I make the mistake of turning my head towards my bedside table, my mom’s smile bringing me back to the reality I tried so desperately to escape.
When I left with Ian earlier, we met up with Mason at the foster home where a small cake was waiting for me. The little kids and social workers sang happy birthday while I plastered on a fake smile. We then got in an Uber, pregaming on the way to the party. I took a couple shots, Mason took one, and Ian took several chugs.
The party was at a club in downtown Los Angeles. People from the trailer park, a few of Mason’s skater friends, and a lot of women were all there to celebrate me turning 21.
It would’ve been enjoyable if I was fully present. Instead, I knocked back more shots than I can count, making eye contact with Mindy-Lisa, and hightailing out of there, telling Ian to crash somewhere else.
The sound of Mindy-Lisa gagging on my dick refocuses me. She’s pumping me with one hand while sucking in a fluid motion that would normally have my toes curled.
I’m too in my head to even flinch. She glances at me with a raised eyebrow, the corners of her eyes tearing up from deep-throating. Raising up slightly, I reach down and pull her up onto the bed with me.
She squeals as I flip her on her stomach, raising her ass in the air and jiggling it with excitement. I grab a condom from my pants pocket on the floor, ripping the wrapper and holding myself at the base as I slide it on.
I pound into her without warning, the only sound in the room is our flesh slapping into each other and her loud cries. My mom’s picture slips onto the floor as the bed bangs against the bedside table.
I am your biological father.
The letter shakes its way into my mind, causing me to pound Mindy-Lisa faster to hurry up and get this over with. I grip her hips with both hands as the conversation with Ian earlier plays in my head.
“He’s the only one who can answer your questions.”
Mindy-L cries out beneath me.
“Fuck yes, Canon! I’m almost there!”
Shit, I can’t do this. The more I think, the softer I become. My dad has been in my life for two seconds and he’s already cockblocking.
I pull out of Mindy-L, faltering on my feet a little from the alcohol.
“What?” Her shocked face looks back at me, her ass still in the air. “What are you doing? I said I was close not done.”
I grab her clothes from the floor, tossing them at her.
“Get out.”
“What?”
“Get. Out.” I open my room door for her as she figures out I’m actually serious. Grabbing her clothes with aggression, she slips her dress back on and grabs her purse.
“Asshole,” she spits out as she walks past. Closing the door behind her, I grab my phone from the floor, dialing the number I memorized by heart.
I glance at the time before I hit call. It’s three a.m. If this guy doesn’t answer, this is not only my first but my last time reaching out.
It rings three times, and I go to hang up before I hear a click and shuffling on the other side of phone.
“Hello?” A groggy voice says from the other end. They say hello again as I’m momentarily stunned and don’t speak. That quickly goes out the window, making way for anger.
“I don’t know who you think you are, or what sick fucking joke you’re playing at, but you got the right one. I suggest you back the fuck off before I come find you.” I hang up before they can speak, throwing the phone at the wall and shattering it, pieces flying everywhere.
Chapter 3
Canon
I like working at Floaty Feelings the most when it’s during the week. Most people are at work, so I generally tend to have more slow days versus on a Saturday when we’re always slammed.
I’ve been working here for going on three years now, ever since I turned eighteen. Sal was the first person to actually give me a chance instead of taking one look at me and turning me away like the rest of them.