Free The Debt 9 (Club Alpha) by Kelly Favor

up at the ceiling, wondering
if her day could get any worse.   She’d screwed things up with Chase Winters and now she’d screwed things
up at work.
    Greg already hated her and he was always
looking for something to yell at her about.   Why was she giving him ammunition?
    The problem was obvious, as she tried to
work faster to make up for her slow pace earlier in the day.  
    She couldn’t stop thinking about Chase.  
    She couldn’t stop the daydreams, the
fantasies, thoughts of his hands on her legs, his lips on her pussy, his tongue
sliding into her, and that large, throbbing cock of his, as it penetrated her
so deep, the orgasm…
    Faith shook her head, staring at the
scanner. The pages had started to go through and she hadn’t been
watching—again—and she’d missed a staple.   As a result, the pages had gone through
all at once and started ripping and getting caught in the machine.
    “Shit,” she muttered, opening the scanner
and pulling one of the caught pages out.   She looked at it and saw that it was wrinkled and torn and nearly
unreadable.
    Taking a deep breath and composing
herself, Faith shook off the nerves and worries and tried to put Chase Winters
out of her mind.   She had a job to
do and she couldn’t throw everything away over a one-night-stand with a guy, no
matter how big a stud he might be.
    And she got back to work.

 
    ***

 
    Faith didn’t hear from Chase the entire
rest of the week.   It became
torture, in a sense, to even hold or look at her phone.   The phone itself was a reminder of their
night together, and the lack of any calls or texts from him made it that much
more clear that he didn’t intend to ever see her again.
    She thought about texting him constantly,
and on more than one occasion, she wrote a text out and her finger hovered over
“send,” but each time she lost her nerve or talked herself out of doing it.
    On those occasions, which usually
occurred at night when she was alone and particularly sad—Faith would
instead text her sister, Krissi.
    Krissi would start bitching about home,
Mom and Dad and their drinking and fighting.   And Faith, as usual, would tell her
younger sister that everything was going to work out and to just be patient,
even as she herself was starting to lose hope that it was true.
    Maybe
things don’t just work out ,
she thought that Saturday night, as she and her sister texted while Faith
listened to sports radio in the background.  
    Maybe
things just stay as they are or get worse.
    She was down in the dumps, and it wasn’t
helping that she was watching Sports Center and listening to sports radio talk
shows all day and night instead of doing something productive, such as working
out or maybe trying to write a new story.
    Faith had been writing since she was a
kid, but these last couple of years, she’d started to lose her passion for it,
as adult responsibilities and worries had replaced much of her free time to
dream and make believe.
    After taking a break from texting with
Krissi, she pulled out her laptop and opened her word document.   She had about two thousand words of a
story that she’d begun writing last month and had made very little progress on
it since.
    Her fingers were poised above the
keyboard, and then she heard the sports radio hosts start talking about Chase
Winters again.
    She turned toward her radio and listened.
    “Look,” one of them said, “a lot of folks
are excited about what Chase Winters did in his first outing.   But tomorrow’s game is going to be
completely different.   New England
is going up against Green Bay, and let me tell you—Green Bay is scary
this year.   Their defense is full of
animals.”
    “Oh, yeah,” the co-announcer
laughed.   “Their pass rush is
insane.   I think they sacked the QB
around fifteen times in their opening game, and they were brutal sacks.”
    “Exactly.   So people like myself—and don’t
get me wrong, I’m a huge fan of Chase Winters—but I’m