After Work Excess (24 page)

With all partners exhausted, and spent and with the ‘
sex
’ part of the evening finally over and done with, I dressed myself and made a rare excuse to Jamie, as said that I was going to go home, as I didn’t feel well. After a good ten minutes of Jamie apologising, if I felt that things had got out of hand, and then begging me to stay and ‘
bed down
’ with him alone, I headed back to my flat saying that I had a headache.

***

The following day I arranged to meet Jamie after work, needless to say he arrived at my flat
full of the joys of Spring
, and was quite clearly up for some more sex. I sat him down and told him that I needed to talk to him, I told him that I felt immensely
cheap
and
incredibly dirty
about what I had done whilst with him on the previous evening, and that I felt that he had quite clearly shown that he had
no respect
for me, as his girlfriend, because he was obvious willing to let
all and sundry
have sex with me, in-front of him, without any complaint.

He sat speechless before me, as I went on to explain that for that reason, I was splitting up from him – for good. I then proceeded to tell him that I was just a whisker away from losing my job, as I so distracted at work and again that I felt that he didn't value me as his girlfriend and that I needed more out of life than just being his 'Chav Slut' trophy girlfriend.

My most prevalent thought of all though, was that of being unreservedly
ashamed
of myself, for
my actions
of the previous evening, because at no point did I actually
bat away
Barney's proposition, and for that I would
always
be to blame.

He took it well, looking back on it, probably too well as he questioned me calling myself a ‘Chav Slut’, and he really didn't see my point about feeling
used
, as in his eyes, with our earlier sex sessions which included wanking him in the hallway and dressing up in a catsuit so he could take my anal virginity - He said that he thought that I was actually
game for anything
. I had to give it to him, he did have a valid point. He then further shocked me, by adding that he was was in-fact only 19 years old, and that he had told me a lie about his age when we had first met, and managed to keep the pretence up ever since. This admission totally enraged me, and after
seeing red
, I swiftly showed him the door – for the very final time.

After he had left, I sat alone on my sofa with a stiff drink and I vowed to myself, at that point, that if I
ever
started another relationship, that I needed to
hold myself back
and not behave in the same manner over the first few dates – '
less is almost always more
', I thought to myself. Despite feeling immense relief that he had left for the final time – There was still one thing that still unsettled my flow though, was that was the fact that he didn't even seem that bothered about
losing me
, so maybe he
was
seeing other people all along, as the girls had warned - who knows?

All I knew was, when he left, I was free, free of my controlling ex fiancée, free of a young and disrespectful boyfriend, free to escort – if I so wished, free to have a life and hopefully one day meet someone that appreciates me, but most importantly of all, to meet someone that fully respects me, whatever I chose to do…

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To be continued with...

'After Work Extreme' - Part 2 of the 'After Work' series.