#the speed with which people assume ill intent or make their own conclusions about other people is fucking WILD in all honesty

[mercymaker]

sometimes i read some takes on this website and just think 'it's not that deep'

like.. people are SO quick to jump to conclusions about other people, it's wild

[forasecondtherewedwon]

À la Carter

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Rating: T Word Count: 1572

Summary: Even when she’s helping Sam, Sharon has her own agenda.

Sharon’s fingers tap. They spread and pinch, manipulating the scale and definition of Riga’s rooftops. When she feels like she must be zeroing in, she stops, straightens from where she’s been leaning over the screen of her tablet.

She tosses back a swallow of her drink, a flinch around her eyes as the alcohol stings her cut lip. It had been a while since she’d had to fight her way out of a tight corner (or configuration of shipping containers), before Sam, Bucky, and their pet baron showed up in Madripoor. Her tongue prods the cut.

Her satellite access came through, like she knew it would, and John Walker’s no needle in a haystack. On her screen, he’ll be displayed as TRACKER 01, but his position might as well be stamped with the shield—that symbol of justice and virtue and treachery and regret and whatever else the thing stands for these days. She’s a little behind on American public perception when she only feels very loosely American herself. An expat snagged on the last unravelling thread of her former country’s flag.

Another sip, another wince, is punishment in advance. Sharon’s about to do what she does in this new life of hers: take her cut. Her deal with Sam is going to develop a deviation he doesn’t know about. It’ll be seamless, wasting very little of anyone’s time, a detour on the streets of Riga; the view lies between her forearms, resting on the glass surface of the table.

She likes Sam, likes him a lot. The patience and problem-solving in his eyes that say he’s actually listening. The way he looks without his shirt. His persistent trustworthiness when trust is something Sharon thought she no longer dealt in. No giving it out and no inviting it. People don’t just trust her here. That’s why she has hired security. But she’s already expecting Sam to follow through on his end of their deal and sort out her little being-labelled-an-enemy-of-the-state issue, so she’s committed to helping him. The instinct to is annoyingly natural.

Here’s the wrinkle in their verbal contract: the job’s personal. Sam and Bucky are aware of that, she’s certain, and she wonders if they’ve considered that she might be too. It isn’t about her freedom of travel between countries or the do-gooder urge—which Sam in particular appears to overflow with—to ensure Zemo is once again caught and held to account. It’s a Steve thing. She’s heard a lot of rumours (there’s one circulating in High Town at the moment, that Steve is on Mars, building the bones of Elon Musk’s Martian colony in exchange for a couple billion dollars and, presumably, his own self-respect), and it hurts that she can’t dispel any of them, even to herself. Sharon doesn’t know what happened to him. All she knows is that there’s a new guy slinging his arm through the straps of Steve’s old shield and that she doesn’t really feel as casual about it as she might’ve led Sam and Bucky to believe when she mentioned Walker to them. She’s angry. Because she looks at New Cap and wonders what it was all for.

She drums her fingers on the tabletop.

With a deep breath, Sharon touches the screen again. Now swiping intently, she finds TRACKER 01, AKA John Walker. She pulls her phone towards her because she should call Sam to tell him the location. And she will. What she’s going to do first is just for herself.

Hacking into Walker’s comms is surgical and effortless, not requiring payment or bartering like the satellite access, just the skills she keeps honed. Sharon enables a moderate vocal distorter and slides into the ‘secure’ channel. She’s determined to keep her anger and bitterness out of this side-mission, but with nowhere else to go, resentment climbs the back of her neck as an uncomfortable, spreading heat.

“Hey, John.”

“Who is this?” his voice snaps at the other end of the line.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that.” Sharon tilts back in her chair until she can prop the heels of her boots on the table, posture perfectly at ease as she goads him. “Do you prefer ‘John’ or ‘Captain America’?”

“Who are you? A fan?”

Well, she has to laugh at that.

“Um, yeah,” she gushes, channeling the preteen goddaughter she might’ve had if she were living a life where she could make real friends and have neighbours instead of hosting underground art auctions and sniping hostiles from an open window while two idiots from her old life sprint past on the street below. “Is this the Captain America Hotline?”

“Let me tell you, you are seconds away from being located and identified by the U.S. government,” Walker threatens. At least he’s smart enough not to hold on to his fan theory any longer.

“At ease, Cap. I’m not doing any harm.”

“What you’re doing is something incredibly foolish and you will reap the consequences.”

“It’s been a few seconds,” Sharon taunts. “Either the government’s found me and they don’t want to rudely interrupt our conversation or my capabilities exceed theirs. Which one do you think it is?”

“What do you want.”

It comes out flat and hard.

“No more warnings? You’re not going to try to brute-force your way to the conclusion of your choosing?”

“That isn’t always the best method.”

“Something tells me somebody taught you a lesson recently,” Sharon observes, crossing her ankles and rocking her feet side to side on the table. “How bad were you humbled?”

“I went up against the Dora Milaje.”

“So you really got your ass handed to you. I’m surprised you’d be so forthcoming about that. Stiff-upper-lipped soldier type.”

“I figure you could find that information if you really wanted it.”

“You’re being generous then? Saving me time?”

“I just want you to get the fuck off this line.”

“Back to business then,” she says.

She can hear Walker’s breathing change, from a heavy pant to the sound of him clearly trying to control it. Less background noise too, like maybe he just entered a building. She assumes he’s trying to be stealthy. That means he’s either sneaking up on the Flag-Smashers or fears they’re sneaking up on him. It’s almost time to quit toying with New Cap and alert Sam so he can soar in, kick a few asses, maybe save a life. While she goes back to drinking alone in High Town, knowing Madripoor is beginning to tear itself to bloody shreds with so many sharpened claws.

“What do you want?” Walker repeats.

“To tell you I wouldn’t have minded calling you ‘Captain America.’” Sharon shrugs for her own benefit. “It’s just a name, and yet… I think it’s going to bother you. Realizing that you won’t live up to it, I mean.”

“You’re pathetic.”

His breathing’s a little harsher again. He might be climbing a flight of stairs.

“John Walker, I almost feel sorry for you,” she says. “I might if you came off as less of an asshole.”

“Don’t waste your condescension on me. I don’t give a fuck what you think.”

She laughs at him.

“That’s ridiculous. What sort of man agrees to be Captain America when someone as incredible as Sam Wilson has just given up the shield? When the world doesn’t need to close their eyes to picture Steve Rogers still standing behind it? Walker, you stepped into a shadow that was still fading because you were too vain to miss your opportunity. Well now that shadow’s never going to fade,” Sharon hisses at him, her feet hitting the floor as she hunches forward, studying the orange tracker. “You think you’re standing in the sun, but you’re not. And it’s only going to get darker for you.”

“I’ll take my chances.” His voice is hushed, but the tone is arrogant.

“I’m sure you will. You’ll take them without any regard for anyone around you.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lectures. “I’m helping—”

“Of course you’ll say you’re helping people when, really, you can’t see past the larger-than-life persona you borrowed like a rental tux. It’s never going to fit, John. While you’re watching yourself, all those people are seeing the guy in the ill-fitting suit, the guy who thought he was going to pick up that shield and turn into Steve Rogers. You’ve got one thing in common with Steve: a name that would be forgettable without the actions you attach to it. Soon, you’re going to wish you really were that forgettable, but it’ll be too late. The world will be watching.”

Sharon closes the connection and throws herself back into her seat, slapping her phone to the table, almost too hard. She rubs her temple and mindlessly watches the tracker flicker back and forth; Walker must be moving around the building more rapidly without her in his ear to distract him. She could’ve done worse, gotten him discovered by the Flag-Smashers, gotten him shot. That’s further than she’s willing to go though because Sam’s given her this pesky sense of hope that her life won’t always have the blinding lustre of destruction. The high shine of a speeding car, the glint of the sun peeking past Icarus’s silhouette. It’s time to let Walker destroy himself.

And, because he must think he can get in the way of that and mitigate the fallout, it’s time to call Sam.

[loudgardencycle]

Didn’t expect that

I found myself separated with a child. Luckily my ex was good with the baby and I had free time to have a life. I hadn’t worked for a while as my intentions were to stay home with the baby for at least a year. That changed. I was told of a job working for a husband and wife that owned their own business. While it wasn’t in my field, the money was very good and it was a good work environment.  My ex, like so many other men had our daughter every Wednesday and every other weekend. He lived close to daycare so he would usually keep her overnight on Wednesday.  

Something was going on at work, A man came in to see the owner frequently and they would have a closed door meeting. It went on for weeks. I thought that the owner might be selling his business. Late one Monday the boss asked if I could see him before I left. I figured he was going to lay me off. As I poked my head in his office he told me to come in and he asked if I lived up the interstate. He told me they had some problems with the delivery drivers and he needed a piece of equipment picked up in the morning. He thought I lived close to the company that had the pump and having an old Jeep Wagoneer he knew the piece would fit in my car. 

The next morning I get my daughter to daycare and drive up a couple exits and pull in early to the business. I was informed that there was a problem with the piece of equipment I was to pick up. I called our office and I was informed that I needed to stay until it was ready. I read every trade magazine in the place and I was bored to tears sitting in the lobby. Eventually the receptionist said I should go shopping at the warehouse superstore. I had heard the advertisements on the radio. “Come on down to crazy Joe’s where our prices are insane! Mac and cheese, 10 for a dollar,,,blah, blah”    ...30 seconds of the fastest talking guy on radio. She said it was at the next road down so I figured I could at least go walk around somewhere. 

I got down to the end of the first isle and decided I could at least go get a cart. It wasn’t the prettiest store but it was cheap. I eventually got to the meat department and through the glass in the butcher shop I saw a ton of sausages hanging from the ceiling. There at the bottom was this one sausage that looked just like a penis. I actually got weak in the knees. You see, I heard from my divorce attorney that my husbands attorney was notorious for hiring private detectives in order to bar spouses from alimony. Our state assumed that even though you were separated you were still working on the marriage. It comes down to “opportunity and inclination”. If you are seen coming out of a hotel room together and he kisses you good bye, they have you. Therefore, I was told to stay away from men at all cost. So when I saw that sausage hanging there all I could think about was a dick. I was forced to get rid of my dildo. I was sitting watching TV one evening when I saw my dildo laying in the corner of the living room. Not to long after that I saw my daughter running down the hallway with that same dildo in her hand. I couldn’t take a chance on someone coming over and witnessing something like that, so reluctantly I through it out. I knew one thing. I had to buy that sausage. They had a 2 pack packaged in the cooler so I grabbed them. I had come up with what I liked to call “date night”. It’s where, usually on Wednesday when my husband keeps our daughter overnight I have a glass of wine, think of some fantasy and then masturbate. I was out of wine so I headed over to the wine section. I wasn’t paying attention as I was too busy looking at the wines when all of the sudden while going around the aisle I smacked into somebody’s cart. When I looked up to apologize I noticed it was Steve, then Barry turns the corner. It had been five years since I had seen them last. Barry’s company had moved him to Atlanta and eventually Steve followed. They had come up to drop something off at Steve’s sisters and they were headed to the beach. I had told them about my predicament with the divorce and the private investigator. They did not know that I had a daughter so I showed them some pictures. 

They said I should come down to the beach for an evening. I remember responding in my southern belle voice, “Well gentleman, exactly what do you have in mind ?” They had ill intent on their minds and I told them it would be very difficult with my daughter, my job, the private investigator... but if I could swing it I would try. They gave me the name of the place and the phone number. I told them I thought that my home phone was being recorded by my ex. I was told it could be done for around $30 and everything was available at Radio Shack. I didn’t need them leaving an incriminating message on my answering machine. I had not had sex in 7 months. I was desperate. Which I think should be obvious as I was willing to stick a raw sausage up me.

As soon as I got to my office I was making phone calls to see if someone could babysit. No luck the first day, but I was confident I could find someone. That evening when I got home all I could think about was those 2 sausages. Normally I save playing with myself to Wednesday night as my ex usually keeps her overnight. This night I was way to worked up. I put my daughter to bed a little early and got the wine out and took the sausages out to knock the chill off. It wasn’t long before I was in bed cumming like never before. I totally forgot about something. That sausage had hot peppers in it. Within seconds of me taking it out, I was running for the shower to wash it out of me. The pain lingered for hours. 

 I knew I had to get down to the coast even if I had to take my daughter with me and put a screen of some type in front of her crib at night. It was soon Thursday and I knew I wouldn’t find anyone to babysit overnight. I also had come to the conclusion that taking my daughter with me was probably not a good idea. 

I was close to calling their hotel and telling them I would not be able to make it when the receptionist let’s me know my ex was calling. He says that his uncle had died and he wanted to know if he could take our daughter to the funeral to show her off to everyone.  Of course I said yes but later began to think this might be a set up. I had called quite a few people to babysit and figured one of them must have let the cat out of the bag and somehow my ex found out and was going to have me tailed by every investigator in town. I ended up calling his mother to give my condolences knowing she would say, “what uncle of his died?”  Well, it turns out that while it wasn’t a real uncle, it was a close family friend that they all called uncle. I knew he didn’t have an uncle Louie.  I was lucky enough to get in touch with the boys and let them know I would be there the following night. 

I completely forgot something important. The Wednesday that my ex took our daughter I decided to go to the mall. I never go to the mall. I thought that if I could swing going to the coast I would need something “coastal” to wear. I almost immediately found a sundress, White with big yellow polka dots. It was perfect, however, it was also pricey. I asked the lady to hold it for a day and she did. On my way back to the car I was walking through the mall when all of the sudden I see a sorority sister of mine. The odds of this were monumental. She was living in a city about three hours north and was down on business. She had a job as a pharma rep and was in the area visiting medical offices. It was so funny as in college she was the one you went to for speed around exam time.  Actually, I got a funny story. I had to take a polygraph test for a job and for days I worried about them asking about illegal drug use. The speed I got from her was the only illegal drug I had done and I really wanted this job. The polygraph operator asked if I had any questions and I said I was worried about taking speed at exam time. I actually said I took “black beauties” at exam time of which he said black beauties were caffeine and were not a problem. The relief I felt was incredible. I told my friend the story and she laughed and said that she had some really good speed with her that she thought I would like. It was early and I invited her over to the condo and we stopped for some wine. After some of the wine she pulls out a prescription bottle and takes out 2 pills. She untwist the capsule and puts it up to her nose and snorts it. I told her I would just swallow mine. She said it would be better to snort it and would probably keep me up all night if I ate it. So I snorted it. I didn’t ask what it was, I just did it. I really liked it. I had never felt like that in my life. She asked if I wanted to buy three to take down to the coast and share with the boys. I did and put them in an empty pill bottle to take with me.

Okay, back to the story. Thursday night was hectic. I had to go to the mall and pick up my sun dress, pack for my daughter, pack for me. Get gas, get cash ( I didn’t want any credit card receipts.) Friday morning I was really excited. I went into the bosses wife’s office and asked to get off early to go out of town. She said that was fine. I also asked if she would mind if I went through her neighborhood on the way out of town. They live in a gated community and you have to either have a pass or the guards have to know you are coming. I figured that if I was being followed by a private investigator they would not let them in. You have to enter at the gate house, but once you are in, you can get out at 2 other gates that just automatically open when you pull up.  That was my secret weapon for the investigators. I figured I would leave about three o’clock, about 2:30 I started cleaning up my office and then all of the sudden I started getting really paranoid. I started worrying that I would get stopped by the police and they would search my car and find the speed. I don’t know what I was thinking. The odds of that happening were a million to one. Still, I thought it best to get the pill container and put it in my desk drawer. I went out to the car and got the pills when as soon as I walked in, the boss calls me into his office. He was notorious for wanting to talk with me when I had other plans. I sit down in his office and he starts asking about this and that and before I knew it, it was after 3:15 and I didn’t know how to get out. Luckily I saw his wife and gave her this look of desperation. She stepped in and rescued me luckily. I was in my car thirty minutes later than what I wanted.

I pulled out of the neighborhood where the heavy equipment comes in and out for the golf course. I had my eye in the rear view mirror at every turn.  I was certain that no one was following me and when I hit the entrance to the interstate I knew I was safe. I was sailing right along when all of the sudden it was a dead stop. That thirty minutes plus the 20 minute diversion through the neighborhood put me right in traffic at the first city I came to. I think I went 3 miles in 30 minutes. I was going to be late. I found the hotel easily and the boys were in the lobby waiting on me. I was at least an hour late and they were ready to get out when I arrived. I left everything in the car and we walked about a quarter mile to a run down restaurant / music hall. After a couple drinks I needed to go to the bathroom. When I went into the stall my jacket got caught up on the door. I felt something in my jacket and when I checked what was in my pocket, there was the pill container I was so scared to bring. I thought 1 wouldn’t hurt and it might be good to have a burst of energy and not to fade when it got later. Next trip to the restroom I wasn’t feeling like I had with my old sorority sister a couple nights earlier. They were talking about going to another place later and I figured 1 more snort wouldn’t hurt. By ten o’clock I had finished all three pills. I figured the wine was canceling out the speed. I wasn’t even wine buzzed. We started walking back and as we crossed the road we had to hurry as a car was coming. I jumped up on the curb and all of the sudden those pills kicked in hard ! I was trying to keep it together and when we got to the room it was the typical hotel layout, small hallway with closet on one side and bath on the other. I followed Barry in and at the end of the hallway he stopped and Steve was pushing up against me. They had me sandwiched together tightly in the hall and the only response I could think of was “uh oh”. I put one hand in front of me and one behind and grabbed both of their crotches. I was as high as a kite. They started peeling off their clothes and trying to pull off my shirt. I had come to far and had way to much to lose to have them go 7 minutes with me and go to bed. I dropped to my knees and began to go down on them. Mainly to keep them from ripping my clothes off. I still had all of my clothes on when they were already naked. I couldn’t believe how high I was. I was in total control of the situation and if I thought they were getting close to cumming I would change positions or stop. Eventually I found myself naked also and we were doing it everywhere! The floor, the sofa, the desk in the corner. It was incredible!!! I had moved from on top of the desk back to the love seat/sofa and had one knee on the arm of the sofa and one on the ear of the cushion. It wasn’t the greatest position for me as I was way off balance. Steve was doing me from behind and I guess Barry felt neglected and he crawled up underneath me and began to lick both Steve and I as we were fucking. With Barry licking the both of us, I was incredibly wet. Both from me and the semen that Steve was leaking into me. More than anything it was the slurping sounds of him licking us that got to me and all of the sudden I started having a powerful orgasm and just collapsed on top of Barry. We had been at it for close to an hour at least. Moments later I was being carried by my wrists and ankles to the bed. It was the strangest experience. I was having some sort of out of body experience. It was like my consciousness extended outside of my head. I know it had to be from whatever I had taken earlier. I could feel everything they were doing to me on a much higher level.  I just laid there as I really just couldn’t take any more. They had a dick in each end of me pumping me rhythmically. It was so intense, When they had finished with me I curled up in the comforter and closed my eyes. I literally had just had the Hell fucked out of me. I woke up with the lights out and the both of them in the bed. I might have been asleep for an hour. There was not enough room for three people and I moved to the sofa with the comforter.

“The nicknames”

It was my plans to write about 3 of the times out of the 21 years. This time, the time we went and stayed at some fishing cabins in the mountains, and when the three of us met out in Las Vegas. I would have ended this post here but I started thinking about the next morning and then going out to an art festival where they gave me a nickname. Then I remembered another nickname that actually stuck better and decided I would add those in briefly.

The next morning I was awaken by Barry being unusually noisy. I would say, intentionally noisy. He had gone to the lobby and came back with the newspaper and a cup of coffee. He sat at the desk right in back of where I was sleeping. He opened the curtain a little to give him some light and I tried to just cover my head in the bedspread. Eventually he said something like “damn it” and scurried out the door as if he had left something downstairs in the lobby. After about 5 to 10 minutes I thought to myself that he wasn’t coming back. I thought that he intentionally staged the desk with the paper and coffee so if we got up we would think he would be right back. Maybe he figured that would make us think twice about fooling around while he was gone.  

He had been talking about the farmers market the night before and how he wanted to go. Steve and I looked at each other strangely the night before when he said he wanted to go. He doesn’t cook, it just didn’t make sense. Anyway, I got up to peak out the window to see if I could see him. Our room faced the downtown area where the market was.  I was there looking out the window butt naked when Steve got up to use the bathroom. He asked what was going on and I said I thought Barry was going to the farmers market. He said that his coffee and paper was there and will probably be right back. Ahh! Exactly as planned.

When he came back out I told him that I think I see him. He was a long way off plus three floors down so I couldn’t be sure. He came over and peeked out the window also and said that he was surprised he left his coffee. I said he probably did it so you wouldn’t be tempted to use that thing on me. I flicked my wrist toward his cock as I said it. I was just using my hand as a gesture but I accidentally smacked his dick. I looked down and he was hard as a rock. He had just peed out of that thing and he was fully erect. All that I could do was just shake my head. Seriously, he had just peed and he was sticking straight out. We got back to the task at hand and that was trying to see if the guy outside walking to the corner was indeed Barry or just someone else. I think we were pretty sure that it was Barry, especially Steve that said he recognized the shirt he had on. I couldn’t help but to reach over one more time and pinch Steve’s dick. As soon as I touched Steve, Barry stopped and turned around as if he was coming back to the hotel. He walked about 5 steps and then turned back around and started back toward the corner. When I reached over one more time and grabbed Steve’s dick, once again he stopped as if he was unsure if he should go. Steve and I were laughing pretty hard by this time as we were saying that he must have ESP. Long story short, we did a little quickie on the desk.  I went in the bath and cleaned up and went straight back to the sofa. Barry came back in a little bit before 9:00am. He had a flyer of an “Art in the Park” that was being held at one of the beach towns that was close. I had wanted to do something fun while I was down there and also wanted to wear my new sundress that I spent so much time getting. 

I had to get a shower and I was in and out quickly.  As I began to get dressed I noticed that I had forgot to pack underwear and a bra. I remember putting them on the banister but must have been rushing around trying to pack for me and my daughter and just forgot them. The only problem I had was how was I going to get to the store with no bra. Funny story, I was 15 and it was around my birthday. My uncle said he was sending me something in the mail and right as I was about to get in the shower I heard the mailman’s jeep. I put on a tee shirt and gym shorts and ran out to the mailbox. When I got back in my mom is standing there with that look on her face. What did I do? She starts yelling at me for going out without a bra. I was as flat as a first grader! She was saying how I was going to get a nickname like High Beam Harriot or Nipply Nancy, I can’t remember what she said. Anyway, that was the last time I ever went out without a bra.

So I was a little uneasy about going over to the store. The one thing I did pack was the wig I used to wear (the one that I would wear and be a complete slut for my husband. I figured if I wore that then I would somehow be “invisible”. I had brought it with me thinking that I could wear it as a disguise for the private investigator. Steve agreed to take my car and get gas for me and Barry and I walked over to the store only to find it closed as they opened at 10:00am. I felt okay walking over to the store and I figured that as long as I didn’t get caught in a rain storm I would be okay. So we got to the festival and were walking around. It felt so strange walking around feeling like I was naked. I had no bra or panties on wearing a very thin cotton sundress. Then one of them whispered to the other and they start looking at me laughing. “Do you know who you look like? The girl in that movie, Peggy Sue got married.” I think it was because of the wig. I personally didn’t see it but it stuck and when I finally got an email address years later PeggySue was part of my address. It was rare when I checked that email so if I got a message on my answering machine about Peggy Sue I knew to check my mail.

I left right after we got back to the hotel. We exchanged addresses and phone numbers before I left. I got a Christmas card from them and I think I called them on Christmas day. I would imagine it was sometime in April that I got a call from them. They were going to the beach again and they wanted to see if I would come down. I had been dating a guy at the time and I was also pretty busy with a new job. I think I told them that I would see how things looked on my schedule but I was not really interested.  I think it was the next day when I started remembering about our little rendezvous the year before. For several months the year before I think I thought of the night I spent with them just about every single day. Within a week I had completely changed my mind about going down and meeting up with them. We met in Myrtle Beach that time. The next year we were back in Charleston and the following year we met up in a town just north of Charleston on the intercoastal waterway, a town called Georgetown,

It was about a week after I got back from Georgetown when I got a call from the professor that I used to work with at the University. He asked if I would have lunch with him and figured something was up and told him that I could meet him anytime that he wanted. He had been helping me out with my doctorate. I had approached him several months back and discussed a thesis I was knocking around. I figured our lunch date probably had something to do with that. 

As it turns out, he informs me that he had one of those job offers that was too good to pass up and he said that he thought I would be a really good candidate to take over his position. I was shocked. Within two months I was working with the University again as a professor. I needed to finish my doctorate and a few other things but they gave me enough time I felt to accomplish everything.

The next year I receive my yearly call from the boys wanting me to meet up with them again. Unfortunately this year I could not make it. I was shocked at the amount of time I had to give the University. Sucking up to the big donors was at the top of the list and I had a huge fundraiser the week they were going down. We said we would try in the fall. I think Barry was getting heavy discounts on the rooms as long as they were out of season. That is why May was their favorite time to hit the beach. 

I had my first year review coming up and while I was waiting outside the Deans office waiting on my review I was thumbing through magazines when I noticed a speaker that I really wanted to hear. When I saw that one of his venues was Atlanta I was really exited. My review was favorable in all aspects and toward the end I approached the Dean about the policy on continuing education for the faculty. I told him who I wanted to see and why and while he hesitated somewhat at first he eventually said he wanted to see the cost that would be involved.

Well, other that the cost of the class, mileage, and the hotel, everything was a no. No meals, I would have to eat anyway. No flight, it was close enough to drive. The hotel could not go over "x” amount or I would be responsible for the difference. It wasn’t looking very good for me. At the time, I was dating a guy and had been seeing him for quite a while. He traveled for a living and was familiar with a lot of ways to cut cost for business travel. I had my maximum dollar amount the University would pay and he began to look at it and offered ways to get it cheaper. I didn’t want to drive so I was going to use the mileage reimbursement toward a flight. It wasn’t much more to fly. I was planning on leaving Sunday and coming back Monday after the class. I figured I could meet up with the boys Sunday and let them get me back to the hotel later that night. The guy helping me said that if I flew out on a Saturday I could save enough money for an extra night in the hotel. Well it wasn’t quite that good, but it was well worth the extra $30 or so.  Anyway, he got on the phone and made my flights and hotel reservations and I was only going to be out of pocket about a hundred dollars.

The next day I called Barry to see if they would be up for me staying with them on a Saturday night and if they could get me back to my hotel on Sunday. As it was about a month away he said that it shouldn’t be a problem. I called the hotel and dropped my Saturday night.

The big day came and I was at the airport early. I had one of the earliest flights available. A lady on crutches came in and sat across from me. I think she tripped over a grandkid or something. The guy I was dating did everything for my flight, even picked out my seat. I was right after first class and while it was a good amount of leg room, I didn’t like staring into a wall. About that time the flight attendant comes up and asks if anyone would be willing to change seats with someone. It was the lady I met sitting at the gate with the crutches. I figured anything would be better than staring into a wall so I volunteered. I followed her back and back and back until I was next to where the attendants fill their cart for beverage service. The stewardess whispered to me that she would get me anything I wanted. I said, “you mean like a Bloody Mary?” She chuckled and got back to work. Once we were at cruising altitude she comes up to me and hands me a Bloody Mary. It was like 9:30 in the morning. It was miserable getting off the plane being that far back. The stewardess handed me an airport voucher for $10 on my way out. I was early, Barry said that I could get on a shuttle that went downtown and would drop me off at the hotel he worked at. I think I was the last person off of the plane and not thinking I would use the voucher on my way back I didn’t think one more Bloody Mary now would cause any problems.

As it turned out, being the last person off the plane and getting another drink was the best thing I could have done. The guy I had been dating knew I would be alone with nothing to do on Saturday so he had gotten up early and driven the 4 or 5 hours to Atlanta to surprise me. I didn’t realize this until I got home and checked my answering machine. It was completely full. I never check my answering machine remotely so I had no idea. I just imagine him being at baggage claim holding a sign with my name on it or something. He could have been waiting at the gate for all I know. He was not very happy about it. He could have ruined everything. 

I get to the hotel and Barry takes me around and shows me off to everyone. He would never come out to his co-workers. I was lovey dovey to him. I don’t know if I mentioned this earlier or not, but when I had first met Barry I attended a few company functions as his “girlfriend”. 

We eventually made our way to Steve’s restaurant and sat in a booth in the kitchen. It was great, we had several wines and lots of samples off the menu. We all left together and headed back to their place. The first thing we did when we got to their place was to have another glass of wine. It was probably one or one thirty and by now I have had 2 Bloody Mary’s, probably a whole bottle of wine and a shot. They started talking about going to the car wash water park. I was very confused and figured they were making it up or something. They said they were serious and I did bring a bathing suit as we had talked about them dropping me off at the hotel on Sunday and we were all going to use the hotel’s pool. 

As it turns out, the water park car wash was 2 long black hoses laying on the asphalt with two sprinklers on either side of the car. Steve had bought a 1975 Monte Carlo with 33k miles on it for a steal. So the car at this time was 20 years old. Up until the time we all lost touch with each other he still had it. We all chipped in to help wash it as we were going to take it out that night to go out for dinner. I was washing the trunk when Barry came up behind me and grabbed my hands and started doing his “Karate Kid” wax on. wax off. imitation ( some of you won’t understand that). Then Barry starts grinding his crotch into the back of me and when I turn around I see he is completely naked. Steve at the time was washing the front grill with a toothbrush and had no idea what was going on in the back of the car. Barry had picked me up and placed me on the trunk and put his dick in me.  All I could think of was a group of girl scouts would come around the corner and see two people fucking in the back yard. In about 2 minutes he was finished and I know for a fact that Steve had no idea what had transpired.

We washed his car and by this time I needed to go lay down. It might be better to say that I needed to go and pass out. I had had too much to drink and they put a big towel over the bed and I laid down face first and I was sleep in no time. An hour or so later I woke up and saw that it was late and knew I needed to get ready to go out. I made my way into their shower and stood under the water. When I noticed a small stool in the shower I sat down on it and leaned up against the wall. I think I fell asleep. The next thing I remember was hearing the shower door open and seeing both Barry and Steve coming in. Then I’m face to face with two dicks. They began to rub their cocks on my face. I knew what they wanted and while I didn’t have a whole lot of energy, I managed to suck both of them off. I continued to sit on the stool as they washed up and got out of the shower. They were drying off in front of the mirror when I got out and then I think it was Steve started laughing and then turned me around so I could see in the mirror. There was a C0 C0 imprinted on my butt. The stool had a rubber logo on top and because I probably sat on it for half an hour it was like a giant tattoo on me. Well from there on out I was known as Co Co or Coco butt. The stool top said Cosco but I guess the “s” was in my butt crack. So that is how I got my second knickname.

 tbc