Stride of Pride

I sneak out of Adrian's eighth-floor apartment the morning after, shoes and rumpled coat in hand.

I gently close the front door. Zip up the back of my dress. My underwear is missing, and I don't need a mirror to know that my makeup is a mess. I pad down the hall in my bare feet until I reach the elevator.

The pre-dawn air is refreshing. Rich with condensation. I inhale deeply, sit on the cool stone steps, and shove my pumps back on. I notice the large bruise on the back of my thigh. I have no idea where it's from.

I light a cigarette and start walking toward the bus stop. There are closer ones, but I opt for the station five blocks away. I can already feel a headache coming on.

I lean against the bus sign and wearily rub my temples. There's a loud wolf whistle from the construction site behind me.

"Hey! Blondie! C'mere!"

I snap my head and glare.

"Fuck off!"

"You want a sandwich?"

"What?"

"Bagel sandwich. You look like you need it. I've got an extra."

"Thanks, I'll pass."

"Your loss." He quietly belches. "I was just trying to do you a favor here, because, you know. I'm such a great guy."

"You're a regular fucking martyr."

"Sweetheart, nothing about me's regular."

I discretely glance at him out of the side of my eye. Sheer curiosity. He's drinking a cup of coffee in the backhoe, feet up on the dash. He has thick forearms and deep dimples when he smiles.

"Yeah. Not impressed."

"Who's trying to impress you? I'm just trying to make conversation. You missed your bus, by the way."

I groan and stomp my foot.

"Fuck!"

"There'll be others. That's kind of their thing."

I turn toward him. The sky has become a golden pink. I brush my hair back with my fingers.

"I just want to lie down in my own bed. Is that so much to ask?" I put out my cigarette butt on the metal pole and toss it in the trash. "Fucking goddamn..."

"Want me to lick your pussy while you wait?"

I raise my eyebrows in exaggerated disbelief.

"Excuse me?"

"Got anything better to do for the next twenty minutes?"

I look around. The streets are empty.

"What about your buddies?"

"I'm early. Got a ride with my roommate."

"You're not gonna murder me?"

"Nope."

"I'm not sucking your dick."

"That's cool."

"Okay. What the hell."

"Awesome!"

I awkwardly hop over the jersey wall and into the construction site. I'm still a little drunk. He hops down from the vehicle and takes my hand as I wobble across the soft earth. We step onto the concrete foundation.

"What's your name, gorgeous?"

"Zara."

He guides me through the hall and into a partially constructed room by lightly touching the small of my back. Inside, heavy plastic sheeting covers the skeletonized walls. He looks at me with a sly grin. He undresses me with eyes.

"You gonna ask my name?"

I put my hands on his chest and run my fingertips over his abs.

"Nope."

"Goddamn. I could listen to you insult me all day."

I unzip my dress and let it fall to the ground. I can see him get hard through his jeans. My nipples stiffen in the cold morning air.

"You've got other things to do."

He drops to his knees and crawls to me on all fours. I stop him with my foot when he gets too close. He licks the sole of my shoe. My ankle. My calf. The top of my foot. I'm dripping.

"Bark like a dog."

He pants and lets out a loud, enthusiastic howl.

"Beg for it."

"C'mon, baby." He nuzzles his cheek against my vulva. Gently bites my lips. "Please. I'm begging you."

I remove his battered hard hat and gently stroke his soft, damp hair.

"Good boy."

I shove his face into my pussy and he dives right in. He grips my bare ass with both hands. Pushes all his weight into me. I grasp the posts behind me to keep from falling.

He groans feverishly as he swirls and thrusts his tongue inside me. I put one leg up on his shoulder and grind against him. He lightly fingers the outside of my asshole. I arch my back. Stick out my breasts. My wetness coats his face.

"Fuck me," I moan. "Fuck me now."

He spins me around and bends me over in one fluid motion. He unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, and releases his cock. I can hear its heft in his hand. I gasp as he fills me up.

He pulls my hair, plays with my clit, and ravishes me. I lose sense of all place and time. My breasts jostle and bounce in time with his body. I don't even recognize the sounds coming out of my mouth.

I hear plastic rustling from somewhere in front of us. I had forgotten where we were. Two older men walk into the adjoining room. One with a bristly mustache and a wedding ring, and another with tattoos completely covering his arms and neck. The first guy keeps fucking me like he doesn't care who sees.

I whip my hair and lick my lips at them. The one with the mustache strides over without hesitation. The man behind me picks up the pace. My pussy aches and burns. I want more.

He slides his finger in my mouth. He tastes faintly of sawdust. I slowly lick and suck. He adds another. Then another. And another. I gag on the width of his hand. Feel the smooth gold band caress my lips.

He takes this hand out and uses it to squeeze my throat. He looks me straight in the eyes as he pleasures himself to completion. He wipes his cum on the floor and walks out like nothing happened.

The tattooed man steps up and takes his place. He pushes my head down on his smooth cock with both hands. He smells like soap. I suck as hard as I can. He moves furiously inside me.

They thrust into me in tandem, and I let my body relax and ride out the motion. Sweat drips onto the concrete floor, and the orange sun bores through the room. The people on the sidewalk can probably see our silhouette. The thought turns me on.

One releases, then the other. The first man pulls out and loudly ejaculates on my back. It's thick and hot and runs down my sides. The other cums in my mouth. I swallow.

I wipe my face, put my dress back on, and sit on the ground to check my phone. The first guy looks at his watch.

"I still got that sandwich, you know. You've got time, you just missed the bus again."

I light a cigarette and lie down on my back. I get vertigo looking up through the ceiling.

"Yes, thank you!"

"Sure thing, princess."

He leaves, and the other man walks over. I forgot he was here. I coolly look him up and down and exhale. He stands over my prone body.

"I hope you don't think I'm sharing with you."

"I don't want your sandwich."

He kneels down and pushes my thighs apart. My heart skips a beat. He slides two fingers inside my dripping wet pussy. I watch him intently. I touch my breast. He lies down between my legs. He grabs my hips. Pulls me toward him. He tickles my clitoris with his tongue. It's electric.

I drape my legs over his shoulders and settle in with a sigh. I close my eyes, bring the cigarette to my lips, and take a long drag.