Reading: "Manifest the Antithetic" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025)

 

November 19th

1984

“...In a breaking news story, a petroleum storage facility in San Juan, Mexico has exploded. There are reports of Thousands of people who have suffered severe burns, and up to Five Hundred people who have been killed…”
“That’s it...AH…” A man says, naked, lying down onto a bed, grunting slightly, as Christina Jenes moves her right hand up and down. Pumping the length of his penis, while a news report plays in the background on the Hotel room television.
“...I...AH, want to fuck...AH, you so bad…” He says, as she leans towards him, whilst continuing to move her hand up and down, allowing him to fondle her breasts. To which he grasps with his left hand, sitting slightly upward. He attempts to suck and lick her nipples.
“Got my period today, so It'd be kinda messy,” she replies.
“AH!” He grunts out in a loud manner, Christina feels his penis harden, and then twitch as a thick stream of semen is expelled from the tip of his pulsating gland.
“Wow, that’s a lot,” she quietly says to herself. As the man continues to grunt, ejaculating strands of his creamy ovule, spraying his chest, her hand and wrist. With a clump landing onto the side of her right shoulder and neck. Still clutching his penis, as it start to become limp.
“I needed that…” he says smiling, as she leans forward and kisses him. Looking down at at the splashes of semen on his chest. “...Better get cleaned up, gotta an appointment at Four.”
Releasing his penis, Christina stands looking at her right hand which is coated in the man’s semen. She looks down at him, as he sits up.
“Me first!” She says, in nonchalant manner, walking quickly to the ensuite bathroom. As the man angles himself to the end of the bed, reaching down lifting his underwear and trousers, whilst eyeing a news report.
“...In other news, a woman fatally shot the chairman of the Deak-Perera Foreign Exchange company, and his receptionist. Police have issued a statement of the shooting, saying that a woman was asked to leave the offices of the company situated on Lower Broadway, the woman returned Two hours later and killed Nicholas L. Deak, the company's Eighty year old founder, and colleague Frances Lauder, Fifty Eight. The police later said the assailant, Lois Lang who was homeless, falsely believed she was part-owner of the company…”
Christina, wearing her underwear, hair tired back into a ponytail, reaches across to an adjacent chair lifting up her lace bra, as the man is now fully dressed, walks towards the bathroom.
“You know this guy?” He asks, as he enters the toilet.
Adjusting her pin striped skirt, she stares at the television screen.
“Nope? Should I?” Buttoning up her lilac colored blouse, she remains fixed on the report, she hears the man urinate into the toilet bowl. Briefly turning her head in his direction, seeing him looking into the toilet, whilst urinating. Metaphorically she rolls her eyes. You could’ve closed the door.
“He’s some finance guy,” the man replies, as Christina hears the toilet flush, and the man begins to adjust his tie.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, placing her heels on, she watches the remainder of the report
“...Although the shooting was unrelated, Deak & Company, a subsidiary of Deak-Perera Foreign Exchange filed for Bankrupt protection last year. In the last Five years Nicholas L. Deak, the founder of Deak-Perera Foreign Exchange has been accused of money laundering and corruption scandals dating back o the late Nineteen Seventies, from accusations of South American cocaine monies to paying off Japanese officials, from the infamous Lockheed Martin bribery scandal between Nineteen Sixty Nine and Nineteen Seventy Five…”
Fully dressed, as is the man. Christina, leans down and turns off the Television, swinging her hand bag over her left shoulder, as both of them walk towards the door of the room.
“I work in finance, but I’m just a little ole secretary,” she says, as the man pats her on her behind. She looks down at his gold wedding ring.
“And a very sexy one at that…” he replies in a smug way, checking his wrist watch “...Extracting a molar tooth today.”
Closing the door behind them, they walk towards the elevators.
“Sounds exciting…” she replies in a sardonic manner, as they both enter the lift. Turning, she faces the man staring at the numbers as they ascend downward. “...Till next time,” she says, looking at his facial expression as he turns slightly towards her. He just nods.
Christina stares ahead at the dull gleam of the lift door. Knowing that this tryst with a married man is about to end.

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Reading: "Manifest the Antithetic" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025)