Clean (Part 3)

The next morning, Nick was slowly waking up. He felt hungover, grumpy, and hungry. Pleasure was radiating from his loins, as Candy slides her hand around his balls. She then moves her mouth up and down. His cock was deep in her throat.

"What a way to wake up?!" He said looking deep into her eyes, as she continued to massage his member with her hands and mouth. It was hard for a man to not feel special when looking down the length of his body, and seeing what's being done to him like this. She swallowed everything he released. She didn't stop then either.

"Oh, that's good, hoo hoo, wow, that's real good... oh wow, please?" Nick was tapping out, it was too much pleasure. Apparently that was possible, Nick had never known for sure.

Candy reached up and put a finger to Nick's lips as he screamed with pleasure. His legs trembled, so she finally relented and let him catch his breath. "Did you enjoy that, Nicholas?" She asked with her thick Slavic accent. Her voice was so wonderful, when she said his name, but otherwise, it really bothered him.

He felt shallow, and yet appreciative. Her questioning face became one of knowing the answer already. The tone was meant to be sultry, but the pitch... Nick just couldn't deal with how her voice squeaked, it was just irritating to him, especially with this hangover.

Last night, her dirty talk wasn't a problem, it was soft and sweet, even with her lips close to his ears. Now, she could speak to him from the other room and he could feel the nails, scratching across the chalkboard.

Candy moved up closer to him and laid her head upon his chest. "I need pancakes." OK, that was cute, Nick thought to himself. He liked her voice when she said "pancakes" too.

"Mmmmmm mmmmm!" Nick moaned. He couldn't get anything else out. He meant to say, "For sure! Let's go get breakfast!' Yet he couldn't say that out loud. He wanted to say it, but his brain just wasn't working.

Oddly enough, they both began to act as if it was time to get up and leave the apartment. Nick was seriously struggling to create a rational, coherent, thought. He only knew he needed to get some coffee and buy the pretty stripper pancakes. So they finally got moving, in slow motion.

After getting a hot shower together, they drove to the nearby diner. Even being as rich as he was now, Nick genuinely loved eating at diners. Candy's overcoat was as conservative as the dress beneath it was scandalous. Gold spaghetti straps held the light slip of a dress to her body.

Now that they were face to face, Nick was able to admire the makeup job she had done in the car on the way over. Nick understood and appreciated when a woman was making an effort for him. "This is when I would normally ask a lady what she does for a living, maybe we should take a step backwards for a moment?"

"What do you mean, Nicholas?" She asked.

"Well, I don't even know your real name?"

She blushed a moment, feeling embarrassed that she slept with someone whom didn't even know her name. "Sasha Drowchek." She said with her squeaky voice. Nick liked her name, it fit her fine Slavic features. As much as he liked the name Candy, Nick made a concerted effort to make sure he called her the right name, from that moment forward.

An elderly lady stepped up to them. "Good morning folks, I'm Clair, I'll be your server today. Can I get you anything to start?"

"Hi Clair, I'm Nick, and this is Sasha, we'll be your customers today. Can we get a pot of coffee, please?" Nick was being silly, and charming. "And Bloody Mary's?" Sasha called for as well. "Doug would like this one, she's fun." He thought. The waitress stepped away to get the drinks. "That sounds like a fun way to begin the day." Clair said before walking off with a smile.

"It sure was." Sasha said with a wink. Nick blushes, thinking of how his day started. They giggle together, as she reaches her hand across the table for his. They caress each other's hands and forearms. Sasha looks into Nick's eyes with longing and squeaks about how much she was looking forward to the meal.

Nick agreed, as Clair returns with the tray of drinks and creamers. After the pancakes were ordered, they went back to caressing and holding hands, as they drink their drinks.

Nick was loving the attention, but he kept wondering if this was all an act. He wasn't even worried about her being "after his money." He just didn't trust anyone anymore, because of his ex-wife. He was still just way too hurt for a relationship. Sure, the wound has scabbed over by now, but the scar, would it ever heal? That's what scars are right? Forever; you just have to learn to live with them. Even if you get the person that hurt you, put of your life, the scars remain.

After breakfast, they took a walk along Spruce Street Pier. It was a beautiful morning of walking around and holding hands. Eventually they ended up in a hammock, talking through the afternoon. Nick liked Sasha, but... It wasn't even that she was a stripper, but... He just didn't want to lead her on. It was a great time he had had with her over the last 15 hours. A wonderful day he would not soon forget, but.....

When she invites him back to her place, to continue their good time, Nick declines. She tries not to show it, but she is hurt, and Nick can see it. He tried in vain to let her down easy, he tells her it really was something wrong with him, not with her. It was a cliche, but then, they exist for a reason. It does happen. The perfect person, but the worst of timing. He felt hurt too. Nick got upset with himself, that he couldn't just enjoy life anymore.

As he drives home, Nick cries about how great of a day he just had with Sasha, and how he had never wanted any of this. He wanted to be working on filling a nursery with his now ex-wife. That's where he had expected to be at this time in his life. They had just picked out the furniture for the room less than a month before it all came out, thanks to Jay. The tears stream down his face at the loss of the child that will never be.

He wants so much to give someone as beautiful as Sasha, that Pretty Woman, romance. But.... How could he trust her? What if some other guy comes into her work? And that voice.... He talked himself into not caring about Sasha, even though he wanted to.

"Hey Siri, turn on Spotify." One of his favorite bands began to play and sing, one of his favorite songs. It really fit the mood of his life right now and for three minutes and sixteen seconds, he stopped hurting. Someone else knew how he was feeling, that they were better off alone, and clear of conscience.

Nick wiped away his tears, and got his emotions in check again. He was driving along carefully as the next song began.

That's when it happens, he hears a loud bang. A slam into his Jeep jars him and he bangs his head into the driver's side window. In the moments after, his eyes open, just in time to see the view, spiral out of control. Flipping, multiple times, the Jeep crashes hard, upside down, both sides of the roof roll, smashing into the asphalt. The last thing Nick sees as he blacks out, are shards of class flying past him, and he fells them, scratching into his face.