Hank

Hank woke up feeling tired but sated. He'd had the craziest dream ever during the night. He was thinking about the details of the dream when he felt a leg crawl up his lap. Hank opened his eyes to see his boss in bed with him. Naked! They were both naked. Holy shit! Last night was indeed real.

Hank jumped out of bed and knocked the clock on the beside drawer to the floor. He gingerly picked it from the floor back to the drawer and rushed into the bathroom. He took a fast shower and wore his clothes. Hank paced and watched as Thea slept. He left to the living room and almost kicked the tray full of food out of his sight.

What was he going to say to Thea when she woke up? Was there even an explanation necessary? She would know as he did and things would be awkward then he'd have to quit earlier than planned.

Hank found his phone and saw it was past noon. What had they put in his drink? He had never slept that long before. Did they even sleep at all? He remembered having sex, a lot of sex. He groaned and closed his eyes.

"Hey, you're here," Thea said as she walked into the room. She had the duvet around her and when she stretched, a boob almost spilled out.

He forced out a smile. "How was your night?"

"Had a bunch of weird dreams. We should leave soon, I don't know how I could fall asleep for so long. What's the time?"

"Almost four, you missed work today."

"Ah. Let me jump in the shower, Jamal would be so worried."

"Fuck!" he screamed when he heard the shower running.

Jamal, how could he have forgotten his step brother? What were they going to tell him? Thea didn't seem to remember what happened last night but she would. He just hoped it wasn't soon.

Hank pocketed his phone and helped Thea with her hand bag when she walked out dressed. The key card was on the table near the door and he was starting to believe it was never missing in the first place. They had just been too high to see it last night.

Hank didn't wait beside Thea as she checked out of the hotel or sex dungeon or whatever this place was. He should have just stayed home yesterday despite Jamal's pleas.

Hank dropped Thea at home and was planning his escape when she invited him for dinner. He hesitated before declining, she looked at him and he knew she knew.

"We need to talk."

"Alright."

Hank sat through her cooking and barely touched his meal when it was finally served.

"We had sex?" Thea asked.

She was sitting across from him and he looked her in the eye. The earlier they moved past this the better for him.

"Yea. A couple of times," he explained. "You offered me a drink and next thing I knew we were in bed."

"Amber didn't tell me what the place was all about."

"Amber?" The crazy woman she had lunches with, ah.

"My friend, she gave me the invite. I told her about Jamal and how hard he works and she said something crazy, so she sent the invite as an apology gift."

Oh god. Now he felt even worse. "I really didn't want this to happen."

"I know. It was my fault, do you think I have to tell Jamal?"

Hell no. "I personally wouldn't advise you to."

"Are you going to tell him?"

"Why would I?"

"You're all buddy buddy with him."

"He's my boss, as you are and I'm quitting at the end of the month." he added the last part so she didn't worry too much.

"Let's just agree it was a bad dream and never talk about it again."

He was good with that. "Agreed. I need to head home. Thanks for dinner."

Hank took two days off work as he needed to clear his head. It wasn't reasonable for him to just go back to driving Thea like nothing happened. He remembered every detail of the night and as much as he loved the idea of being with her, it wasn't while she was still married.

His step brother was a fool no doubt, but no one deserved to be cheated on. Hank scrubbed his face and wore his shirt. He called his mom to ask about her welfare then went to get something to eat.

Hank stopped on his way back to his apartment to play soccer with his neighbor's sons. They were little kids that wanted to always win but they distracted him enough. He went back to his flat when their mom called them for dinner.

Hank changed his clothes and took a cab to the strip club. He couldn't remember the last time he visited a club like this without his brothers. They used to do everything together when he was still in the military. He was the last man standing and his life was worse than anything he could ever imagine. Pathetic was an understatement.

He was clearly bothered about having sex with his boss. It wasn't about morality, in the end he could give two fucks about that. It was the fact that it just happened out of nowhere, things like that shouldn't just happen.

Hank got into the strip club and asked for a private room. A skinny lady in six inches platform heels walked in smiling.

"I usually don't entertain the police," she said and grounded her butt in his groan.

"Not the police. What's your name?" He tucked one of the several mint notes in his hand to the harness on her thigh.

"You can call me Lollipop." She trailed a finger over her red lips and smiled.

Hank grimaced and tucked another note in her bikini pant. "Lollipop it is."

Her breasts got in between his face and he sniffed the flowery perfume. "You're not a regular, I know all my boys."

"Is that so?" He sighed when she stranded his thighs.

"I'll have you know I'm overly observant."

He smiled. "Good for you."

"I like you. A lot."

He tucked more notes into her bra strap. She was about to take her bra off but he stopped her.

"When you're not investigating, what do you do?"

"I'm not the police."

"Let's say you are," she purred. "Am I arrested, Officer?"

He laughed at the theatrics. "No, you're not."

"I made you laugh."

"You did." He was almost out of mint notes so he slowed down and relaxed instead. "Have you ever met someone and knew they deserve better than who they're with?" he asked after several minutes passed.

"The someone better being you?"

"Not really." He stiffened when her hand went close to his groin.

"Okay, liar. Don't bullshit the bullshitter." Lollipop turned around and danced. "To answer your question, most people that come here think they deserve better partners." She bent and wiggled her butt.

"Of course." Hank tucked the remaining notes in her cleavage. "Thanks for your time."

"I'm getting off work soon, will you grab dinner with me?" she asked in an enticing way.

Hank checked his wrist and declined the offer. "I'll see you around, Lollipop."

He found a bar beside the strip club and downed several shots of vodka before taking a cab home.