Sunday Evening’s Debauchery

Chapter Twelve

Catrin

The weekend went by so fast. As it always does. I hear my alarm start shouting at me to get up, so I just randomly press any button so it stops.

I lay back down and look up at the dark ceiling, thinking about what today might bring me.

I am excited for tonight. The s*x last Sunday with Mr. Muller was amazing! It was probably the best I have ever had. I know that probably isn't saying much about my s*x life and I admit that my s*x life isn't that great.

As I lay there, I start to think of when I lost my virginity and how much different it was from last Sunday. I lost it when I was 21. So, I guess I am considered a late bloomer.

It was with a guy who was a good bit older than me. His name was Steven. I never knew his actual age but if I had to guess I would say he was around 30/35. Though older, I still thought he was handsome. He was thin and athletic looking and seemed to be well kept. My standards weren’t really that high back then.

I met him at a club. I wasn't out partying at the club or anything, but rather I went there during the day to give them my resumé. This was right before I applied and started working for Marry as a cleaner.

At 21 I thought being a barmaid would be the greatest thing in the whole world and it would be just like the movie Coyote Ugley. It would be the perfect job.

He wasn't the owner, turns out he was just the bartender there. I gave him my resumé, he barely looked it over before looking at me and asking my age. I told him I was 21, to which he responded that I looked a lot younger than that. At that time, I did have a baby face and looked to be around 15 or 16.

He was asking me a bunch of questions. Some which seemed very personal and not work related at all. Looking back now I can definitely see the red flags, but I was so young and hungry for any attention from a man. He told me he wouldn't be able to give me a job but did ask me out. I was sad because I desperately needed a job, but so thrilled to be asked out. I, of course, agreed!

On the first date we just went out for drinks. Not at the same place he worked. He kept ordering my drinks, which were very strong with alcohol. Red flag!

I was feeling tipsy and had the good sense to call it a night. He walked me to my apartment and outside my door he started kissing me and getting very handsy. He kept inching us towards the door and kept reaching for the door handle.

Luckily, it was still locked. I was nervous as I had never really gone out with anyone, and it was extremely overwhelming. I took a deep breath and told him that I wanted to take it slow, that I had never really done this before. He asked if I was still a virgin, and I stupidly told him that I was. His whole demeanor changed after I told him that. Another red flag.

He left and I went into my apartment kicking myself thinking that I messed it up somehow. I thought it was the end of that by the way he left suddenly. Probably about ten minutes later I received a message from him asking if I wanted to go on another date.

We went on a couple more dates, and every time he kept bringing up my virginity. Another red flag. He seemed almost obsessed with it. I must have thought it was normal or something to have put up with it.

Probably one of the biggest red flags is that he would always be pushing to have s*x after each date. I would decline and tell him that I wasn't ready yet. He would get annoyed and leave, but message me shortly later asking for another date.

On the fourth date I decided to go all the way with him. It was our fourth date after all, and in my mind, we were practically boyfriend and girlfriend. Who goes out with someone four times if they weren’t serious?

My first time definitely wasn’t pleasant at all and so different than how I thought it would be. It was downright painful.

We went back to my apartment after having a few drinks and started making out. I let him lead me to my bedroom. He quickly took of all my clothes and made the comment that I didn't look as bad as he thought I would and that I was still fuckable. Yet again, another red flag!! But ouch, that really hurt and has played in my mind on reply ever since.

Before I was really able to process what he said he led me to the bed. He told me to lay down, which I did. I saw him put a condom on and he walked over to me. He opened my legs to get between them. He didn’t kiss me or anything romantic but rather just positioned himself and immediately pushed himself inside of me.

It took my breath away and not in a good way. It was so painful. I almost started crying. I tried to scoot back away from him, so his thrust wouldn’t be has hard but he would just adjust and keep pushing himself in and out of me.

It didn’t last long, thankfully. After about two or three minutes I heard him let out a moan and he stopped pushing. He quickly removed himself from inside of me and got dressed. He dropped the use condom on the floor where he stood. He looked at me, like he was disgusted, and said he would message me later and left.

I never heard from him again. I messaged him but never got a reply or an answer from him.

After a week I realized what had happened and that he used me. I was so hurt and hated myself because of it. I kept thinking because I was fat and ugly is why he ghosted me after having s*x. That if I was thinner and prettier maybe, just maybe, he would have stayed.

I was in a dark space for a while, full of self-hatred. Luckily, I got a call offering me a cleaning position at Marry’s Maids Services. They needed me to start immediately. I accepted and soon I met Emma.

Working with her every day we grew closer and became really good friends. She was and is my first best friend. Without her even knowing she helped me out of a dark place.

I shake my head and rub my eyes trying to forget those terrible memories. I say out loud to myself “I am different now. I am not the same girl I was five years ago.”

I throw my blanket off from me and head for the kitchen. I need a cup of coffee.

I make my own little concoction of coffee. I will do a hefty teaspoon of instant coffee, a half packet of a vanilla latte sachet, and another teaspoon of sugar. I will fill it a little over half way with hot water and then top it off with milk. It tastes sweet and amazing!

I put on a pair of boot cut, blue jeans, that have multiple bleach spots on them, with a black tank top and a loose fitting, long sleeve flannel. Something comfortable to work in and I don’t mind if they get stained or ruined from the cleaning products.

I am feeling a bit hungry, so I grab a slice of cold pizza from the fridge and eat it as I head to my car.

As I pull up to work, I see Emma leaning up against her car. She is on her phone and drinking her coffee. I pull my car up beside her.

“Morning, Emm.” I say to her as I get out of my car.

“Morning, Cat. Do you know who is going to be with us today?” She asks me as she looks around the empty parking lot. We are the first ones here, besides Marry who is in the office.

It is a inside joke that Marry lives at the office because she is always here.

“Uhhh. I am not sure. I think Sarah cause Jenny was with us Monday.” I tell her with a shrug of my shoulders.

“Figures. She is always a bit late.” Emma says. It’s true. Sarah tends to run a bit late in the early mornings and this being a Sunday. My guess is she is going to be later than usual.

We all get along with Sarah. I find her to be a really nice person and a great cleaner. I don’t mind working with her at all, but she can be a little unreliable at times. I think she just tries to do some much all at once that she forgets what she has agreed to do sometimes.

We walk to the office to chat with Marry. She is crunching the numbers and seems to be in good form. Her hip in bothering her and we can tell she is in pain. Though she is trying hard to hide it from us. It was because she overexerted herself last Sunday.

After talking a bit, we decide to start getting the van ready, without Sarah, so we can be ready to leave when she gets here.

The vans get completely emptied out and cleaned every Friday night before the weekend. All the cleaning supplies come inside and get cleaned or tossed, and the chemicals get topped up. Usually on Monday and now Sunday too, I guess. We put everything back in the van for the week of cleaning.

It is now 9:45. Forty-five minutes past the time Sarah was supposed to be here. Marry has been trying to call but it goes straight to voicemail.

I doubt she will be in today. I think to myself.

Marry comes out of the office and starts walking towards us. I can tell she lost all of the good mood vibes she had earlier. She looks down right pissed off now.

“Still no word from Sarah. I can’t seem to get through to her. I called Jenny but she is not able to come in today has she has plans with her family. Brenda and Kim are also a no go. So I guess it will be us three again.” She says with a deep sigh.

I share a quick look with Emma, and we have one of our silent talks. We both agree with one another that we will be okay to do StoneyRidge by ourselves.

Marry has been a mother figure to both of us since we started working for her. She has been there for us when we both have had our ups and downs. If it wasn’t for Marry lending and giving me money (a surprise bonus she would call it) a couple times, I would have been evicted from my apartment or gone hungry.

We both admire her and hate to see her in any pain and discomfort. Both Emma and I, and even Marry knows, she won’t be able to help today. Her hip is too bad since last Sunday. If she does today to, she will have to take a couple days to a week off to recover and possibly even have to call into her doctor. Anyone who knows Marry knows that she hates going to the doctors and hates taking time off even more.

“Hey Marry, Emma and I should be able to handle StoneyRidge by ourselves.” I say to her. I can tell she isn’t going to have it. She is stubborn old woman. “We have worked it twice already. So, we know what we have to do.” I can tell she is considering it now, but not fully convinced. “And it won’t be as bad this time because we thoroughly cleaned it the last two times.” I quickly add, hoping that I didn’t offend her by offering this. She is also very proud.

“Yeah, Marry. Cat and I so got this and if we need you or have any questions, we will call you immediately.” Emma adds. I feel as if we are ganging up on here.

“Oh okay. I know what you girls are trying to do and you girls are right.” Marry says as she shifts. I see her wince a little from her hip pain. “I am getting old and not really able to keep up anymore.” She says in a low and sad tone. It breaks my heart a little. “I’ll make sure that this doesn’t happen again. Get going and call me if you need me!” She states as she little slaps the hood of the van.