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by Jason Haywood
To anyone passing by, Michael would have looked like a disgruntled college sophomore with a decidedly scrooge-like expression. They wouldn't have been wrong in assuming that he was unimpressed with something and there was reason he was feeling so grumpy.
Nothing was ever good enough for his family; his mother gave him a hard time for not having a girlfriend while his dad hassled him about getting a better job.
On top of that, he'd received an automated email an hour before that had informed him that he needed to be reevaluated for his student loans. He'd skimmed it on his phone, and as far as he could tell, they were saying something about him needing to pay more. As it was, he was barely getting by, and the thought of having to pay even a little more made him want to vomit.
So, he trudged staunchly forward and tried to push it all to the back of his head as he turned a corner. Life was not being kind to him. He worked at a dead end job at a comic store. He worked there as a manager. Halloween was near and the store had a sale on not only comics but also on toys and memorabilia. He never really got the hang of it.
He had reached the store where he saw a line. With a disgruntled look on his face, he opened the door of the store with his keys. He slipped inside and slammed the door behind him.
He flipped the light switch and saw several rows of boxes were stacked high and wide in the middle of the back room. All of them were full of Halloween merchandise, and nearly all of them would need to be put out in less than two hours. He was just about to wonder how he would possibly get it all done in time when his phone buzzed.
He fished it out of his pocket and looked down at it. It was from one of his co-worker, Maria, who was new to the store, Hey, The store is to remain closed for tomorrow!!! Order from the owners. Apparently their mother died! P.S there is a Halloween themed party at my house. Be there in 15!
Michael scowled at the text message and tried not to break his phone screen as he pecked hard at the touch screen, ok.
His store owner had arranged for the employees to be dressed as Halloween characters to attract more customers. Michael grabbed his backpack and headed for the restroom, "Of all the goddamn stupid, idiot things..." his mumbling was cut off as he slammed the door. He thought of changing into his batman clothes before going to Maria’s party.
It was ten after 11 when Michael stepped out in his holiday uniform. He was to be dressed as Batman so he wore a black batman suit with tights that clasped to his toned body.He wore a batman mask which concealed his identity. He was looking perfect.
Michael, however, did not feel like Batman In that moment, he hated himself and he hated everyone. He locked the store and then hoped on to a taxi to reach Maria’s home.
Maria welcomed him with a warm smile. The party was at its full swing. People were dressed in various skimpy outfits. He made his way to the small bar in the lounge and poured himself a drink. A tech song was playing and he observed various people dancing.
Suddenly a girl wearing a cat woman costume walked up to the bar and sat beside him. A queasy feeling came over him, followed by confusion, then several seconds of excited nausea. She looked incredible. The outfit looked as amazing on her. As her attire she wore a skin tight leotard which hugged her curvaceous figure, thigh-high stockings and black high-heeled boots. She wore a cat woman mask that concealed her face.
She was a short girl, and she was teased for being slightly overweight, but . A single, terrible, selfish thought came over Michael as he stared at her. It was the culmination of many emotions that he'd been struggling with, and the last twenty four hours were bearing down on him like an insurmountable weight.
The young woman stared back at him with a look of concern on her face, "Are you okay?"
Michael felt hot tears rolling down his cheeks. He blinked several times as he furrowed his brow. He shook his head once as he balled his fists, "No... I'm not okay,"
In that moment he understood exactly what a nervous breakdown felt like. "Everything is wrong," he said slowly as he threw his head back and laughed. He allowed his tears to flow freely as he squeezed his eyes tightly, "I might not be able to afford college anymore, I'm working a shitty job and eating ramen every night, and my family thinks I'm a failure!" He gestured to her with another laugh as he opened his eyes and chuckled. "My coworkers hate me because they think I'm getting paid more than they are for being a manager, I'm not qualified to do shit!"
The girl stared at her supervisor with wide eyes. After Michael had finished, the corners of her mouth turned down and her face darkened, "You think you're the only one who's got it bad?" She asked flatly as her eyes began to well with fresh tears.
The question caught Michael off guard and sobered him considerably as he swallowed hard.
"At least you're passing your classes, I'll be lucky if skate by in most of them with a C," her voice wavered as she grit her teeth. "My grandma died a week ago and the only thing my family cares about is who gets her shit!" She screamed suddenly as her eyes filled with rage. "I just found out that my boyfriend has been cheating on me for weeks with my sister and I'm so sick about it that I haven't eaten in three fucking days!" She screamed once more as she took a step toward him. "I'm sorry that you're having a shitty day!" She stepped up to him and shouted in his face.
Michael wheeled backwards, both because of her shouting and because he'd never been that close to a woman like her before, "No... I'm sorry," he croaked hollowly as he wiped his face once more. "You didn't deserve that... I'm sorry."
She took a step back and wiped her own face, "You know what we should do?"
He blinked, "What?"
"I think we need to let shit go and this night should be the start of that. Let’s go upstairs.” She said surely as she wiped her nose with her wrist.
Michael's tongue felt suddenly leaden, "Well, I... I mean... yeah," he resigned himself to his fate as he admitted it, though he was unable to look directly at her. They went upstairs leaving the drunk party animals behind. They found a room and after they entered into the room, she locked the door.
She took a deep breath and stepped closer to him, "Fuck me."
Michael looked down at her in shock, "What?!"
She swallowed hard as she trembled, "I'm serious... fuck me right now."
Fantasy and reality blurred for a long moment as Michael's head span. He looked down at his watch and blurted, "We don’t even know each other!"
"You need to know me to fuck me?" She stammered as she reached out to him. Her eyes were filled with longing, and Michael shook his head fervently.
"There are like, so many people downstairs!" He said desperately as his voice cracked.
She looked up at him hungrily, her cheeks still puffy and red from crying, "Let everything go"
Every part of his logic was completely overridden by her brown eyes and her dark hair. His erection strained against his pants as he became instantly hard, and his chest heaved as he struggled to fight against his lust.
In the end, there was too much negative in his life, and the young woman in front of him was overwhelmingly positive. Before he could think twice, he grabbed her artlessly and kissed her lips hard.
She opened her mouth with a gasp as she swept her arms around him and hugged him tightly. His tongue was touching hers a second later, and she was kissing him back, her hands already moving over his zipper.
Michael grunted as he flipped her suddenly and shoved her down onto the table. Her tights did little to hide her curvaceous bottom, and he grabbed the material at her waist and yanked them down, panties and all.
Maria yelped as she felt herself being exposed suddenly, and she parted her legs as she leaned forward, "Fuck me," she repeated as she tilted her hips upward, "Do anything you want to me."
Michael hissed through clenched teeth as he stared down at her smooth ass. He slapped both of his hands down onto each of her cheeks and slid his hands downward slowly. He parted her curves and saw that she wasn't lying: her smooth pussy was glistening and ready. He reached down to his zipper and yanked out his straining cock, not even bothering to undo the top button. He couldn't remember the last time he was so hard as he gripped his length and leveled himself down to her.
"God...yes...fuck!" She shouted as she felt him penetrate her. He felt warm and full inside of her, and she smiled widely as she braced her palms against the table.
Michael was incapable of easing into it, and as he felt the hot walls of her pussy around him, he groaned once more and began to fuck her earnestly.
Her eyes rolled as she swayed herself down onto him, urging him to go faster and harder, "Ah, yes!" She bit her lip as her dark hair was tousled about her face. Fresh tears began to stain her cheeks, but they were shed for an entirely different reason. Michael leaned over her and thrust himself deeper inside of her. He reached one arm around her torso and grabbed her breasts as he rocked forward. Even through the thick material, she felt incredibly soft, and he squeezed harder as he felt his climax approaching.
As he groped her, She licked her lips and howled, "It feels so fuckin' good in my tight pussy! Please don't stop!"
He didn't want to, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop his impending orgasm, "...I can't..." he gasped as he continued to slide in and out of her.
"On my ass! Cum on me!"
Her command threw him over the edge, and he slammed her back down onto the table and pulled out of her. With heavy eyes, he groaned as he squeezed his cock tightly. The opening around his zipper was soaked in both of their fluids, and he could feel his balls straining behind the material as he unloaded in her. His cum sprayed her big ass as he moaned. The thick liquid ran down her supple skin, and he fired the last few shots right onto her cute little puckered asshole.
His day had started out so poorly, and the entire week might have been one of the worst of his life, but now.
The curled toes of Michael's shoes pressed against her ankles as he felt her pulsing around him. He panted over her for a long moment, wishing desperately that they had more time together. Then, he withdrew slowly with a long groan before he winced down at his watch.
The girl fell onto his arms. They kissed passionately as they both dragged themselves onto the bed and fell on it. Both of them were extremely tired and drunk and the feisty encounter had left them drained. As the cuddled, they dozed off.