Nick Stokes
He lay on his back, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. He knew the peep holes had been covered up but he still looked for them. He had been another violation to his life.
He felt her stir beside him and he looked over at her. He struggled to remember her name. Suzie? Susan? Sue?....... Elizabeth? Anyway it didn't matter. He wasn't going to be calling her again. Shed failed the test. He met her last night before shift at a club. They agreed to meet up for breakfast as she worked nights too. They had a nice time. She was intelligent, witty, funny not to mention beautiful. But she failed the test. He tested every woman he went out with. As the date draws to a close he will smile, kiss them and ask them to come home with him. If they say yes, they fail.
They don't all say yes. Some don't want to move too quick. Those few will get a phone call and maybe even a follow up date. And a follow up test. Again if they sleep with him they fail. It was a simple enough plan. After all, the woman he fell in love with would not be a slut. Sadly all women up till now were sluts. Whores every last one of them.
One lasted longer than the others. Back in Dallas. Thought he was in love with her. It took 3 months and a promise of a commitment on his part before she said yes. But then all his illusions were shattered. It was like fucking an instructor of the Karma Sutra. She was willing to do anything and everything. The sex was good. Too good! She was a slut too.
He knew he was being unfair. But he couldn't help they way he felt. Women only wanted one thing. To be fucked. Hell, She was even willing to fuck a 9 year old boy. Women were all the same. Like Her. No don't think about that, don't think about Her. He knew She was the reason he felt this way. Not only did She take away his innocence, but She had also taken away his ability to feel anything but contempt for them.
He would be friends with them, even love some on a platonic level, but fall in love. He didn't think he would ever be capable. He had Her to thank for that.
The closest thing to love for a woman was his family and the women he worked with. Your family you have to love. That is the rules. But he found loving them from a distance much easier. He knew that his sisters were no different from all the other sluts, but he had to love them.
Cath and Sara were a different story. Cath he knew was a slut. The stories she tells of her stripping days confirm that. Oh she says she never slept with the customers but he doesn't believe her. After all, she slept with Eddie. Yep Cath was a slut. But he liked her. She looked out for him. Just because someone was a slut didn't mean he didn't like them. It just meant he wouldn't date them.
Sara on the other hand? He wasn't sure about her. It would be interesting to put her to the test. Would she? Or wouldn't she? He knows she slept with Hank. He knows she would sleep with Grissom. But was she a slut in his definition? Probably, they all were.
She stirs beside him, her hand snakes across his chest and slowly starts to move down his stomach.
He quickly grabs her wrist. He never lets a woman take control. She was in control. And not just once like he told Cath. Many times.
Since then he always made the decisions. When, where, how. Always his choice. He looked over at her. She was smiling. He knew that smile. He knew what she wanted. The same thing they all want. Slut.
She probably sees this day as a start to a loving relationship. He knows he will never see her again once he closes the door behind her. He decides to giver her what she wants and starts to kiss her.
Why not. He can't sleep anyway.
He lay on his back, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. He knew the peep holes had been covered up but he still looked for them. He had been another violation to his life.
He felt her stir beside him and he looked over at her. He struggled to remember her name. Suzie? Susan? Sue?....... Elizabeth? Anyway it didn't matter. He wasn't going to be calling her again. Shed failed the test. He met her last night before shift at a club. They agreed to meet up for breakfast as she worked nights too. They had a nice time. She was intelligent, witty, funny not to mention beautiful. But she failed the test. He tested every woman he went out with. As the date draws to a close he will smile, kiss them and ask them to come home with him. If they say yes, they fail.
They don't all say yes. Some don't want to move too quick. Those few will get a phone call and maybe even a follow up date. And a follow up test. Again if they sleep with him they fail. It was a simple enough plan. After all, the woman he fell in love with would not be a slut. Sadly all women up till now were sluts. Whores every last one of them.
One lasted longer than the others. Back in Dallas. Thought he was in love with her. It took 3 months and a promise of a commitment on his part before she said yes. But then all his illusions were shattered. It was like fucking an instructor of the Karma Sutra. She was willing to do anything and everything. The sex was good. Too good! She was a slut too.
He knew he was being unfair. But he couldn't help they way he felt. Women only wanted one thing. To be fucked. Hell, She was even willing to fuck a 9 year old boy. Women were all the same. Like Her. No don't think about that, don't think about Her. He knew She was the reason he felt this way. Not only did She take away his innocence, but She had also taken away his ability to feel anything but contempt for them.
He would be friends with them, even love some on a platonic level, but fall in love. He didn't think he would ever be capable. He had Her to thank for that.
The closest thing to love for a woman was his family and the women he worked with. Your family you have to love. That is the rules. But he found loving them from a distance much easier. He knew that his sisters were no different from all the other sluts, but he had to love them.
Cath and Sara were a different story. Cath he knew was a slut. The stories she tells of her stripping days confirm that. Oh she says she never slept with the customers but he doesn't believe her. After all, she slept with Eddie. Yep Cath was a slut. But he liked her. She looked out for him. Just because someone was a slut didn't mean he didn't like them. It just meant he wouldn't date them.
Sara on the other hand? He wasn't sure about her. It would be interesting to put her to the test. Would she? Or wouldn't she? He knows she slept with Hank. He knows she would sleep with Grissom. But was she a slut in his definition? Probably, they all were.
She stirs beside him, her hand snakes across his chest and slowly starts to move down his stomach.
He quickly grabs her wrist. He never lets a woman take control. She was in control. And not just once like he told Cath. Many times.
Since then he always made the decisions. When, where, how. Always his choice. He looked over at her. She was smiling. He knew that smile. He knew what she wanted. The same thing they all want. Slut.
She probably sees this day as a start to a loving relationship. He knows he will never see her again once he closes the door behind her. He decides to giver her what she wants and starts to kiss her.
Why not. He can't sleep anyway.