He likes blondes. I’m not a blonde. He brings them here, flaunts them in front of me. Doing the things we’ll never do. I hate them; weak little curvy things. Soft. Pretty. Insipid.
Two he’s had now. Right in my face. He has no idea how much that hurts. And the new one; taking her against the wall. Lucky wall, with him pressed against it.
But tonight. All my dreams fulfilled, tonight.
Unexpectedly, unbelievably, his hands are on me. Caressing me. Holding me in ways I’d only fantasized about. Stroking me. Making me feel ways I never thought I could. His soft, beautiful hands. And his body, so close. I want him so much.
But once again, he pushes me aside. Only wants her.
What can I expect? I’m only a door.