Fireworks at Rick’s Cafe – Short Erotic Story (1)
How curious is life! Everything comes back one way or another. Is it Karma? A lesson? A circle that has not closed? When He gave me the lubricant for my birthday, I remembered an anecdote.
A long time ago I worked as a commercial. It was not my thing, but you had to pay the bills, surely you understand me. The employees threw a Christmas party in the office, the typical: canapés, drinks and an invisible friend. I was touched by a colleague who fell fatally. *Perfect* , *an early Kings gift to me* , I thought.
When he opened the package, he broke into a forced smile.
“In case your lip fails,” I said. They all laughed. “And in case you need to put your ass in again,” I added. No one laughed, though he conceded the blow with some dignity.
“I’m sure it will do me good,” he whispered.
At that moment, I realized that it had happened to me. It sounded very funny in my head, but cruel out loud. The thing about the labia had its point, it was not only the most successful commercial of the company, but also the most flirtatious; but the other was too low a blow. The head of the section had hung all the medals from a millionaire contract that he had managed and had to swallow it folded.