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I sighed with relief when I finally face planted on my bed. I was exhausted. My stomach hurt, and my head was pounding. The club I worked at had been appallingly busy, and the sheer number of time my tits and ass had been grabbed today was astounding- and not in a good way.

Sighing, I rolled off my bed and stumbled into my small bathroom, desperate for a shower. I pulled off my white blouse and let it drop to the floor. I hated wearing white, but I had to. The club required it. A white top and a black bottom. Most waitresses wore skirts, but I almost always opted for jeans.

I pulled down the pair of black skinny jeans I was currently wearing, absentmindedly rubbing the red imprints the tight waistband had left on my flat stomach.

Before stepping into the shower, I grabbed my phone and set my favorite playlist to shuffle, then slid underneath the hot water. It felt heavenly, the heat washing away the sweat from the hot club and the feeling of strangers hands on me, my phone blasting out the lyrics to Bones by Imagine Dragons drowning out the lingering sound of the club and the many people there. I closed my eyes, relaxing under the stream of hot water.

Eventually, I washed up and got out. My shower had been so hot, steam was rising from my red skin. I watched it for a few moments, then dried off and pulled on one of my boyfriend's shirts. It was huge, falling almost to my knees, the sleeves so long they completely swallowed my hands. I loved it.

I settled down on my couch with a half full bottle of tequila, a bowl of ramen, and the TV remote. I planned on watching anime for the next several hours until my boyfriend, Kenny, got home, and then going to bed.

An hour or so later, the door opened, and Kenny came in, looking utterly exhausted. Draping his heavy coat over the back of the couch, he slumped down beside me.

"Well, don't you just look like a happy little ray of sunshine," I commented, taking in his gloomy expression. He sighed.

"Yeah yeah. You gonna finish that tequila?" He asked, pointing at the nearly empty bottle on the coffee table. I shook my head, and he grabbed it.

"So what's wrong?" I pressed, sitting up on the couch, tilting my head and peering into his dark eyes. Kenny just ran a hand through his unruly dark brown hair, brushing back his bangs.

"Just had a long day at work. It was really fucking boring, and I missed you."

I smiled. "Awwwwe you're adorable. I missed you too."

Kenny smiled, still looking tired.

"Still, you look like you could use a little cheering up," I commented, smirking slightly, and sliding onto his lap. Kenny raised an eyebrow at me, his thin lips twitching up into a smirk as I leaned my face close to his.

"I suppose that depends on how you plan to cheer me up."

I lean in even closer, so that I can feel Kenny's breaths on my lips. I give my hips a little rut against his.

"Oh well, if I told you, that would ruin the surprise."

"It's a surprise now, is it?"

"Yup. So you in, or not?"

Kenny made a show of considering, pursing his lips and scratching his head. "Well, I suppose I'm in," he announced dramatically. I grinned, then smashed my lips onto his. Kenny groaned, the noise rumbling deep in his chest. My hands snaked up, one resting on his chest, the other weaving into his hair, tugging on it. Kenny's hands found their way under my shirt, sliding their way up my bare sides. I worked my mouth against his, opening my lips licking along Kenny's bottom lip, sliding my tongue into his mouth. His tongue tangled with mine, then pushed into my mouth. I closed my mouth and hollowed my cheeks, sucking on his pink muscle.

He rutted his hips up into mine. I could feel his erection. Still kissing him, I moved my hips, rubbing against him, my arousal seeping through my underwear and staining his jeans.

I moaned into Kenny's mouth. He swallowed up the sound greedily, then pulled back for air. I panted against his wet lips, still rubbing my clothed pussy over his impossibly hard dick. Kenny kissed me again, then moved his mouth to my jaw, sucking and licking at it. I tilted my head to give him better access, little moans falling from my lips.

Kenny groaned against my neck, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my movements. I yelped when Kenny suck his sharp teeth into my neck, then lapped his tongue over the mark. His hands came up, gripping my breasts. I moaned as he squeezed them, then rolling my sensitive nipples between his thumb and index finger.

I moved my hips against his more erratically now, desperate for the coil tightening inside me to break. Kenny and I began to exchange open mouthed kisses, our teeth clacking together, our tongues intertwining.

Kenny reached down a large hand. The moment his long, slender fingers found my clit, I came, the release I craved washing over me. I threw my head back, uttering my loudest and most sinful moan yet. My fingers tightened around Kenny's strong shoulders, my legs shaking. Kenny continued rutting his hips up into me, helping me through my high, and quickly finding his own.

I dropped my head against Kenny's chest, breathing heavily. He stroked my hair, a wide grin spreading across his ungodly handsome face.

"Goddamn that was amazing. You do a wonderful job if cheering people up," he breathed into my hair. I looked up at him, strands of hair sticking to my sweaty forehead and cheeks.

"Oh I'm not done yet." I grinned, sliding off Kenny's lap and kneeling on the floor between his legs.

"Aw babe you don't have to-" his comment was cut off by a low groan as I pulled his pants off and wrapped my long fingers around his length. No matter how many times I saw it, Kenny's dick never failed to have me drooling at the sight of it.

I laid the pad of my tongue flat against the underside of his cock, licking up to the tip, cleaning off the mixture of cum and pre coating his length.

Kenny moaned again as I dipped my tongue into his slit before wrapping my plump lips around his tip. Slowly, I lowered my head down onto his girth, inch my inch until I felt him hit the back of my throat. Trying not to gag, I took short breaths through my nose, tears pebbling in the corners of my eyes. Kenny's hand weaved into my hair, resting on the back of my head. He looked down at me with lust blown eyes. Holding eye contact, I sank down even further, looking up through my lashes as he breached my throat. Spit began to dribble down my chin. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking on his dick, my face flush against his pelvis, my tongue swirling around his girth.

I bobbed mt head up and down, each time Kenny's cock reached down into my throat.

"Shit- I'm close babe-" he huffed, fingers tightening in my hair. I hummed around him. Kenny threw back his head, wet bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead, eyes closed, totally blissed out as he shot hot ropes of cum down my throat. I made sure to swallow every last drop.

Kenny gently pulled me off him, panting heavily.

"Fuck love you're fucking amazing," he hummed. I smiled. Kenny hooked a finger under my chin, tilting my head back slightly.

"Thanks. I owe you one, okay?" He whispered against my lips. I giggled.

"You're welcome."

"Let's go to bed, okay?"

I nodded, then pulled him into me, kissing him again before pulling away and standing up. Kenny also stood, pulling up his pants, and we walked into our shared bedroom. Exhausted, we fell into bed. I curled up against Kenny's chest, and he laid his chin on the top of my head. Out bodies fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle, as if were made for each other. I breathed in deeply, relishing in the scent of my boyfriend.

"I love you," I heard Kenny mumble sleepily into my hair.

"I love you too," I replied, already mostly asleep, smiling.

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Lynh had been totally fine all day. In fact, she'd been pretty okay almost all week. And then, without warning, it struck.

Lynh's face fell. She hadn't been smiling, exactly, but not frowning. A horrible feeling crashed over her. The feeling of emptiness. The feeling of such emotional pain it was impossible to describe.

Lynh's right leg began bouncing nervously, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Her head started pounding. Of course. A headache always followed the first wave of depression.

Lynh stood up from her comfortable place on the couch, clutching her head. Will, her boyfriend, looked up from where he was pouring himself a glass of whiskey in the small kitchenette as Lynh stumbled past him to the bathroom.

Slamming the door behind her, Lynh slumped agaisnt the counter, her shaking hands fumbling with one of cabinets above the counter. Her fingers were shaking so badly that the small bag she was attempting to retrieve fell out of her grasp and onto the floor. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart. Lynh was hyperventilating at this point, and desperate for the powder that would mean relief.

Stilling her hands as much as possible, Lynh grabbed the bag. After several moments, she finally managed to get the bag open. White powder spilled out all over the countertop, dusting into the sink and onto the floor. Lynh cussed, trying to gather the powder that was dusted across the counter, her shaking hands making the task infinitely hard.

The door opened. Lynh didn't glance up as Will came in. He frowned when he saw Lynh standing over the sink, shaking. Gently, he took her hands, pulling her towards him.

"Woah woah woah. Let's not go straight to the drugs, okay? Let's just-" Will was cut off by Lynh as she shoved her shaking form away from him, stumbling back against the wall.

"Fuck off," she hissed at him, her voice quiet and filled with pain. "Just fuck off. You don't get it. I need this. So just fuck off and leave me the fuck alone."

Will stepped toward Lynh again, his dark blue eyes filled with concern.

"Hey now, you don't mean that. And even if you did, I'm not leaving you."

Lynh was breathing heavily, her eyes wild, her whole frame trembling.

"I said," she growled, "get the fucking hell out."

Will stepped forward again, but Lynh pushed him away, hard. She looked up, and said softly, "please just leave. Please. I need you to get out. Now."

Will stared at her, running a hand through his brown hair.

"You sure?"

Lynh locked eyes with him.

"Yeah. Get the hell out of my house." Her voice had a deadly calm to it. "Get out," she repeated again when Will hesitated.

"Fine."

He turned, and left with a word. The sound of a door slamming followed a moment later. Lynh closed her eyes for a moment, then reached towards the counter again, finally managing to form a line with the white powder. Rifling in her pocket, Lynh pulled out a crumpled note. Folding it into a tube, she put it to her nose, snorting up the drugs.

Sagging back against the wall, Lynh slid down to the floor. She closed her eyes, blinking back the tears forming in them. He had actually left. Who knew when he would be back. Maybe never. A tear slid down Lynh's cheek. Abandoned. Again.

Lynh angrily wiped the tear from her face, then slammed her head back into the wall behind her. No crying. No crying. No crying. Crying is weakness. Crying is vulnerability. Lynh slammed her head back again. 'Stupid fucking useless shitty whore.' He was right. 'Worthless.' He was right. 'Fuck up.' He was right. 'Slut.' He was right. 'Nothing.' He was right.

Lynh staggered to her feet, pain shooting through her head. She couldn't sit there, her father's voice ringing through her mind. Barely able to stand, she slowly made her way back out to the kitchenette. The world was warping and spinning around her, blurring and whirling. 'Relief.' Lynh needed relief. Now. The drugs weren't working. Reality was fading. The pain, purely mental, soaked throughout her mind.

At last, Lynh reached the drawer holding her last lifeline. The kitchen knives. Her hands shaking horribly, Lynh barely managed to open the drawer and pull out the first knife her hands found. Colored spots appeared in her vision, the corners of the room fading to black.

Lynh could barely see the kitchen in front of her- instead, her apartment was fading into different shades of gray. Lynh felt as if she wasn't in her body, like she was floating up above it, looking down at herself. Without really thinking, Lynh lowered the knife to her arm. At the first sharp slice of pain, she snapped back to reality. At the second, she was almost aware again. The third, and she was back in her body, vision clear, pain burning through her arm.

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"You want any of this?" I called from the kitchenette, holding a bottle of whiskey around the corner for Kenny to see.

"When have I ever turned down alcohol?" My boyfriend called back, incredulous. I giggled, pouring two glasses of the amber liquid.

"Wanna watch something?" Kenny asked as I sat down beside him on the couch. I handed him his glass and shrugged.

"Sure. I don't know what though."

Kenny grinned evily. "How about a romance?"

I cringed. "Ewww wwhhyyy?"

Kenny just continued grinning and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels until he found a stomach-churningly cheesy short romance film.

I sipped my whiskey, scooting closer to Kenny and resting my head on his shoulder. He twisted his head, placing a kiss on my hair then turning back to the movie.

Halfway through the movie, I had just finished my fourth glass of whiskey, and was feeling a little drunk. I had a fairly high tolerance, but the large glasses of whiskey quickly overcame it. Kenny was slightly drunk too, but not nearly as wasted as I was.

I had completely stopped paying attention to the movie by now, opting for the much more appealing option of curling up around Kenny's arm and burying my head in his shoulder.

The rest of the movie passed with me interrupting every few minutes to with a drunk insult towards the film. But my complaints grew fewer and fewer as I grew increasingly more tired, the alcohol in my system weighing down my limbs.

Eventually, after I had drifted off several times on his shoulder, Kenny said, "okay, let's get you to bed where you can sleep properly."

I muttered sleepily as he me stood up with me in his arms. I pulled my arms into my chest, cuddling as close as I could to Kenny's warm chest. He carried me into the bedroom, and gently laid me on our shared bed. He tucked me in, and started to pull away.

"Aw you're not leaving are you?" I asked, my words slurring together.

"You don't want me to?"

I shook my head sleepily and yawned.

"Ok I'll stay." Kenny smiled as he slipped in beside me.

"Yay," I mumbled quietly, already half asleep as I curled up against Kenny. He draped a strong arm over my waist, trailing his fingertips up and down my side and back. His other hand gently entangled itself in my hair. He rested his chin on my head, breathing in my scent. I smiled happily, snuggling as close to him as I could.

"I love you," he whispered into my hair.