(English) When the letters fade.

Prelude to implosion

"This  day is dragging !" Trent types out in an email to Ricky.

Almost as soon as he click on the send button,  the pop up appears at the bottom of his screen.

 "New mail"

As expected, its Ricky's reply .

Ricky :

"Bro tell me about it , I've been struggling to stay awake!'  

Trent :

"Are we still on for later ?"  Trent now hoping Ricky might have changed his mind about going out.

Ricky :

"After the day i had , f**k yeah we're on!  I'll pick you up at six no excuses punk lol"

Trent :

"Six it is , let me get through this fuckin report for Lizzy don't need that s**t today "

 Lizzy is Trent's line manager/ slave owner. Lizzy is a full figured woman in her late forties , but fit as f**k. Every single person knows about all the weekend excursions and cycling tours and boot camps.

The most toxic person in this entire company. There was a time when it looked like she might be attracted to him , but just the thought of  being with her now gives him cold shivers. 

Ricky :

"f**k , we have three more hours to 4h30 , lets push , meet me in the men's for upliftment ? "

Trent already know what upliftment means. Ricky almost definitely going to snort a line of coke to make it through the next few hours. He chuckles before he replies.

Trent :

"LOL ! No thanks , I got s**t to do " 

Finally the clock hits 4h30 , felt like a lifetime to Trent, as it does every single day. 

"Well guys, i have to bounce, I have a huge night ahead of me" he says to the blank faced Grant, the  colleague in the cubicle next to him. 

The thought that he never really  made an effort to get to know the  Grant, in the cubicle next to him leaves him feeling guilty momentarily. Its almost like the guy is non existent. A small joke here and there and that's it . 

"What's on the menu tonight T Rex!" Grant says , trying really hard to sound cool. 

Its f*****g weird when he calls me T Rex , Trent thinks.

"Just having a few drinks after work "Trent says trying to sound as unexcited as possible while waving goodbye.

He really likes Grant , a bit of a loner and awkward kinda guy, but ah well , that will have to wait  because Trent knows that if he spend another 5 minutes in the office the traffic will kill him. 

He grabs his laptop bag and scoots out in a rush .

Traffic was not nearly as bad as he anticipated and he made it home in time to get ready for the arrival of  "His Royal Recklessness" , affectionately known as  Ricky .

The first thing he does is put on the stereo and blaze a track to get him in the mood for the evening.

"Lets  do this " Trent whispers as he opens his fridge and taking out an ice cold beer.

The cold refreshing beer down his throat is a definite mood changer along with the blazing sounds of 90's hip hop. 

Just as he is about to finish his beer and jump into the shower , a knock on his door.

He opens the door and as expected, there she is, hiss landlord. 

Ingrid is in her mid to late forties , her body still intact even after  four kids , long brown hair always in a ponytail . 

She actually not that bad, but you can see she's been through a lot in life. He cant remember if he ever saw her smile, always in a foul mood , yet still always trying to make small talk. 

"Hi Ingrid , am i making noise again ?" Trent jokingly says in a failed attempt to draw a smile from Ingrid.

"You know the rules when it comes to loud music , I really don't have to remind you of this " Ingrid says in the most monotonic tone and walks off before he could even reply.

"Oh , my bad, wont happen again" he yells at her  while watching her walk away and find himself liking the view of her ass under that skin tight cheap denims.

He turn down the stereo , grabs a last sip from his beer and glance at the clock on the wall, one of the relics that survived a past life , realise that he has thirty minutes before Ricky will be at his door.

Quickly he  dash into the bathroom , turn on the shower and proceed to his room that almost always look like a hurricane just went through it to try and get the proper attire for a night out .

While in the middle of his shower , somehow his mind  wanders off to that moment in the kitchen earlier that day with Candice, lookin all types of sexy. 

He plays a different scenario in his head where he grabs her from behind, right in front of that coffee machine in the kitchen at work. Slide his hand up her skirt,  rub her buttocks and press his now hard d**k against her while breathing heavily in her neck.

She moans softly .

"What took you this long Trent "while lifting her leg and sliding up her tight pencil skirt.

He slides one finger up in her, then another, she moans slightly louder.

As he is about to bend her over and f**k her right there in the office kitchen , somehow Ingrid pops into his mind and he now has an even bigger hard on.

Confused and bemused he thinks :

"well , why not rub one out , i am already in the shower" 

And proceed to masturbate almost violently . 

The idea of f*****g his landlord is such a surprising turn on for him he cant even contain himself.

Just as he was about to c****x :

"Knock Knock Knock " someone's at the door.

Disappointed , irritated,  and out of breath ,  he grabs a towel , stops in front of the mirror and check if he's hiding his now almost throbbing d**k well enough.

"Whos there " he yells towards the door.

"Its six you b***h , who else do you expect it to be "a very punctual Ricky claps back.

 Trent lets out an audible sigh and opens the door for his friend.

"Get yourself a beer in the fridge , i'll be with you in a minute" he almost angrily  barks at Ricky.

"Time waits for no man fucker, finish up we have to go!" Ricky says while surveying the sad  apartment his friend lives in.

"Yo where's that amazing p**n collection of yours "Ricky jokes while going through some old DVD's on the TV stand.

Trent don't even look back and proceeds to his room to finish up still thinking about how Ricky interrupted him.

"I better get laid tonight "he thinks to himself  as he apply cologne and lotion on a semi wet body , still irritated and horny as f**k.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Trent appears from his bedroom rocking a navy blue jacket with a crisp white shirt , black slim fit pants and semi formal brown loafers. There was a time where this was his look everyday, but that time is far gone and this is the first time in months he had any reason to dress properly.

"My boy clean up well" Ricky jokes. 

"f**k off , lets go "Trent claps back , knowing very well that a compliment from Ricky means way more to him than Ricky will ever realise.

See Ricky is the office style guru, never an off day. Right now his wearing a polka dot designer shirt , with stained denims and blue expensive loafers. 

" This is Ricky every f*****g day" Trent thinks while fixing his shirt in the mirror .

The finish sipping on their now lukewarm beer and proceed to the door.

"This is gonna be an interesting night son" Ricky says while texting some random person on his phone. 

"It better be "Trent jokes, both excited and nervous at the same time.

"Are we taking your ride" Ricky jokes .

"f**k you  again "Trent claps back , knowing very well that you don't arrive in a busted up VW at the clubs they're about to hit.

"Don't stress it, i got us an Uber"  Ricky replies giggling.

They hop into the Uber and as expected, destination , Randburg .

Now that nervous feeling in Trent's stomach turn into pure panic.

As their Uber stops in front of Lexium , a well hidden gentleman's clubmassage parlor in the middle of a quiet suburb surrounded by leafy streets , Trent knows this is gonna be a long night . You would never guess or imagine what pleasures await you behind those high walls and unassuming gates.

Trent looks over to the parking lot where quite a few luxurious German sedans are parked . 

"Seems like its a full house tonight " he whispers over to Ricky as they enter the foyer where an extremely friendly scantily dressed lady greets them.

"Ricky!!" she says enthusiastically .

"It makes sense that she would know you on first name basis" Trent says almost inaudible .

"Hey Andrea, looking foxy as ever "Ricky replies.

"Its all for you and only you " she says naughtily.

They share an inside joke or two and all three of them walk down a dimly lit passage  .

Andrea opens the door at the end of the passage and thus open the door to an entire world Trent never knew existed. . .