AJRMAN
Rump Police
As always, I arrived early to the Apache. I actually looked well tonight. I splurged and went shopping. I went to Banana Republic and bought a hundred dollar pair of black pants and a sixty dollar light blue dress shirt. As I waited in front, I saw a nice black truck pull up. Out came Javier. He had a pair of Diesel jeans on, and a gray sweater which hugged his body very nicely. Did you notice I knew the name brand of his jeans? I'm learning to be fashion forward.
He smiled as he approached me and gave me a hug. He took a step back and mentioned how good I looked. He also mentioned how he may get a little jealous tonight with the other guys flirting with me. I knew he was lying, but what the hey, it's nice to be complimented.
He held the door open for me and we both went into the bar. It wasn't packed at all. He bought me a beer. I can drink now, without throwing up. God is really coming through for me now. I love Him. Javier is a nice conversationalist, he kept it flowing very well. He asked me questions and always seemed interested in what I was saying. One of the things that made me attracted to him was his over use of the word "guy". Maybe it's a New York thing. During this conversation I was dying for a cigarrette. But this date was going well and I didn't want to jinx it. We ended up playing pool. I'm pretty good at pool, but Javier isn't. I won three straight times. I think he liked it when I came up close behind him and showed him how to handle the stick. If you're just coming into this story now, this may seem to be a little pornographic. But I'm actually talking stick here, not his penis.
Javier is about 5'11, and muscular. But not overly muscular. He's thirty-five years old, owns a house in Van Nuys, and just lives a comfortable life. He came here from New York seven years ago to be an actor, but decided it wasn't for him. Now he works the late shift at Ralph's. Which isn't bad. He's half Mexican and half white, which explains the name. He has really pretty blue eyes, almost aqua in color. But tanned skin, and light brown hair. Good-looking guy.
After playing pool, we went outside to the patio area and drank some more beer. I asked him if he's ever been in any commercials or movies that I may have seen.
" I did one commercial, for Coors. But that was a long time ago. I actually put the down payment on my house with the residuals from that commercial. Other than that, I've only been in one movie."
" Which one, which one " I said, with a huge grin on my face.
" ' The Rump Police' " he said. If I had beer in my mouth, I would have spit it out. Javier, it seems, has a jaded past. I laughed and laughed. He was very quiet.
" You're kidding me right? We're talking porn?" I said.
" Yeah it was porn, but soft core. No penetration. I played the main cop " He seemed so shy now and embarrassed. It was kind of endearing. I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.
" What was that for?" he asked.
" I don't know. Because I wanted to. Because you're cute. Because if I didn't you might arrest me, Mr. Officer " I said this with a heavy lisp. I started to laugh again, and this time he joined in.
We stayed for a little while longer, and then we went outside. He walked me to my car. He asked if I minded if he smoked. Could this guy be anymore right for me? He took two out. He lit mine, and I began to tell him about my date with Peter. He laughed, gave me a hug and blew smoke in my face.
" Hey, what are ya doin'" I said coughing
" I like my men to smell like smoke, lots of smoke" if it wasn't so cute, it would of been cheesy. Cheesy can be nice.........sometimes.
We heard sirens in the distant and then saw two police cars fly past us.
" Do you have to go now? " I asked him looking worried.
" No. Why?"
" I'm sorry. Your not a "real" police officer. You just play one in porno's " I laughed again. This time he grabbed me tightly around my waist lifted me off the ground and gave me the best kiss of my life.
" You're a funny guy" he said still holding me up.
" Thanks "
" You know guy, you're much calmer here than when I stalked you in the supermarket."
" I know. I can be an asshole sometimes"
" Well I like assholes" He had a sexy grin.
" I'm sure you do " This was very racy talk for me, but all I could think of, was him trying to fuck me and knowing THAT wasn't going to happen. I may sometimes act and look the part of the bottom, but hell if I was going to play the role. But he is cute.
I invited him to my place ( God, I'm such a slut ). But he declined. He said he wanted to take this one slow. We talked for a few more minutes and he waited for me to start my engine and drive away. In my rearview mirror, I saw him just standing there looking at my car, watching me drive away. Could he be anymore cute?
Tonight I had a good, if not, great date. What's this feeling I'm feeling? Feels so weird. I've never felt this way before, do I need a doctor? Ahhhh, it's happiness. Hey now, I can be cheesy too.