My hoe phase motto was, "boys are toys, it's a lesson you'll learn."
Exhausted to my cores, pain spiraling up my neck as I eased my hand around my neck and tilted it a little to stretched it to a point to relief the pain spreading across my shoulders as I sat in front of my laptop. The day was one such kind of long, hectic, yet adventurous.
My fingers moved restlessly on the keyboard highlighted by the bluish light streaming on it from the screen. It's a usual thing. Everyday, after getting done with my normal "fucking shift", I took some time out before hitting the bed and update my excel sheet.
'Yes, you've heard it right!'
It's a habit I had developed almost one year ago. Not by choice, but out of need. I needed to earn, pay off the load of debt my father had owe to a monster.
Exactly, that word I would use for a person like him. In my entire history, I met as many men as you can't even imagine, fuck as many of them as you can't even count. Even I had lost the count. But none of them were as cruel, ruthless, and heartless as he was.
'I loath that man for obvious reasons. Have patience! I know you'll abhor him more than I.'
As soon as the screen of the laptop blinked to life, I went to the search bar straight and typed 'excel' in it. Within a matter of some seconds, it showed me the relevant result, as I clicked on the small logo of excel popped up on the searche list and boom!
The sheet opened from where I had left it yesterday.
Row 87: man name, eyes color, height, body type, dick size, personal remarks/ratings. Also, an additional row labeled as special having in its womb any details I found interesting or new about the last man I fucked.
From this rough template I had drawn for you guys, you can guess how it looked like. It dated back to a year ago. When I had fucked a man for the very first time. Every time I open it, it flashes in front my eyes like it was just yesterday's night. I had fucked countless man, and I remembered everything about them, from their eyes color to their dick size to whether their underarms were shaved or not.
Sounds funny or strange. Whatever, you may take it as. For me, it was a way to keep a record of all the men I wanted to take revenge on.
Yes! You again heard it right. Afterall, how could I let them all go that easily. They took advantage of me, my physique, my bad time, and took away from me the most precious gem a girl has, my virginity.
Though, they had pay me a heavy amount in exchange of my exuberant services to them. Still, I keep it, and had planned to do something to take off the load of regret off my shoulders.
I took an oath the day I created this sheet that one day... I'll find everyone of them and kill them in the most delicate, and eloquent way.
'I'll serve them the kind of death every man would yearn for or vice versa.'
As I was about to enter the details of the man I recently served, my orbs accidentally trailed up the cells on the sheet and until they reached the name flashing in the top most cell in the first row.
John Deere. A german man. With black eyes. Brown hair. A tattoo on the right side of his neck. Right eye brow pierced. And medium sized dick with some strands of hair covering it up.
Unintentionally, my orbs read the description of the man. Undoubtedly, the first man I'd ever, ever.. fucked.
The night was as clear as the water running in the oceans, every scene was fresh as I could smell it even now. I was scared yet bold enough to deal with the man who would be coming through the door closed right now in front of me any moment. As I was sitting on the edge of the single bed of the hotel room booked by the agency that I was working for.
Fear crept up my body yet I composed myself quickly as the thudding sound of the foot steps approaching the room came closer. I crossed my legs, pressed my palms on the bed and leant back a little.
'Showing your curves will excite the man as soon as he will enter the room.'
A fellow girl who worked at the same agency, did the same job as I, 'fucking up man', adviced me.
"Give him the most fucking stare you could do." The other one interject, chewing on her gum.
The door creaked open and he stood right in it with his hand still gripped around the knob as his eyes trailed over my body, and biting on his lower lip, he shut the door behind him.
I felt hell blowing up and burning every inch of mine as he took small steps my way. His eyes struck on me, and his lips curling up.
He stood in front of me, as I craned my neck up to look at him. There's something his eyes were reflecting that I failed to decipher. Yet, neither of us was interested in doing so. Reading through each others eyes, and having a philosophical conversation over it.
Fuck that philosophy. We were here to fuck each other. So let's do it.
