Greener Pastures II

Patricia looked at her watch. She had thirty minutes before her shift ended. She thought about going to the gym after that, and treat her sore feet to the Jacuzzi; then she changed her mind.
She was in a peculiar mood, and thought it had something to do with that guy who inadvertently stuck his tongue out and moved it side to side, while pondering what to drink. It was totally innocent on his part, yet that subtle dancing of his tongue had a physical effect on her. For a moment, time stood still, while she was transfixed on that appendage, so velvety smooth, wet, and inquisitive. She could not help herself (was she becoming a degenerate?) she imagined his tongue entwining with her own, or better yet, tracing the outline of the deepest recesses of her body.

“My lord, please give me strength. I am in so much in need of a good fuck, it’s not even funny; it is of vital importance; it’s almost a physical ache!” Patricia declared.
Yet she believed in Karma, and did not want to use easily available talent for that purpose.

Jay always made puppy eyes at her. He was cute, and good natured, yet she did not want to hurt him in the long run. She did not think it was smart to mix business with pleasure. They both worked at the same place, and he would eventually get possessive after a while – most men do. She had to keep her options open.

It wasn’t the fact that Jay is a cook that deterred her from accepting his invites; it was his conformable attitude.

It happened one day that she did accept a movie date from Jay, since she did want to see that particular movie. They sat in the last row of the movie theatre, and there were not many people during the matinee show. The arm rest placed back, allowed for them to get real close and comfortable. He was holding the pop corn bucket on his lap, and she playfully made a point of moving the bucket every time she grabbed more pop corn, for it to cause friction with his lap. When she had inkling that he was getting perturbed by this, she softly kissed the side of his neck. Eventually, she grabbed the popcorn bucket and placed it on an empty seat. Then she unzipped his jeans and fondled him teasingly. She was enjoying the double treat of the movie, and of making Jay squirm in his seat. She took matters into her own hands, and on impulse laid her body on the row of empty seats and flicked her tongue over, and around the engorged head of his penis.

Jay’s reaction was unexpected. Instead of sitting back and enjoying it, he pushed her away and whispered nervously: “Not here, we’ll get caught.” That was an awkward moment. Patricia sat upright again, and placed the arm rest down between them. He blew it.

She was so pissed about his reaction; she paid no further attention to the plot of the movie. Instead, she pondered that it was not Jay’s fault at all. He was simply conditioned by societal paradigms. Of course there should be order, but when fear suffocates the spirit, it corrodes the very soul.

She saw this frequently, so many rules and regulations posted on the kitchen, enough to decorate the entire wall. Even dictating when you were allowed to take a shit.
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She saw it on some of her co-workers, aware of the camera surveying their every move. Afraid to lose a job that paid almost minimum wage for back braking labor. Always the fear prevailed which eventually dimmed the light of the spirit to merely a flicker - this tenuously kept alive.
Most people exist for their days off, while placing high value in mostly empty entertainment, again this utilized to subtly manipulate the masses.

Something in her rebelled against this, she needed to get out of there soon. She felt as if being forced to reduce speed in grid lock traffic. Taking 45 minutes to cross a small stretch of freeway….until the debris of a traffic accident is cleared and you are given way to gallop at full speed, to soar in flight and spirit.

She had to keep focused on her goals; after all she didn’t come to Los Angeles to wait on tables forever. Still, it felt like forever, her dream elusive, just seeming so close and just beyond her grasp. She looked at her image reflected on the sunlight window, and she mused that she still looked good, although much better in the dim lighting of a bar.