She taste-tested coffee all day. XXX I hadn’t slept much, since being dragged behind Angus’ BBQ and forced to suck a homeless man’s disgusting prick. “Suck all of it, damnit!” Terry growled. He didn’t tug me this time. He didn’t tug me this time. I yelped from his grip. “Arrive late, one more time, and I’ll report it to Human Resources.” It was the first of three steps to fire me. It was streaked with white smudges. I tried to go to bed earlier but Stace played music. Not tonight. I went to work numb from the banal repetition my income could afford. He didn’t tug me this time. A weight fell from my heart. He hates being called a freak, though. “Sorry.”
Terry’s eyes dulled. “Can I make something for you, Ma-am?”
“No. “Privileged, white cunt.” Is what they stabbed into my thoughts.
