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Chapter 2: HandyGMan

Sneak Peek

Geoff had a pretty restless night, his dreams plagued with soft, fluffy, round bunny butts. He woke up with morning wood several times that night only to roll over and grind into his mattress as he fell back to sleep. He was going to jerk it when he woke up, but he slept through his first alarm and didn’t have the time to waste. He simply took a cold shower and made his way to the work site.

He was just coming out of the hollow and back up the hill when the glow of the gas station in the distance caught his eye. He had the time to go in and get doughnuts, and it was good for morale, but did he really want to see Eric again? Sure, he saw his dirty little online work, but how was that any different than him selling his body out for a company to have him build things. Labor was labor after all and he didn’t hold any grudge against sex workers like some of the people in his profession did. They were mainly jealous that they couldn’t make the same money laying on their back, but from what Geoff saw last night Eric wasn’t lay on his back that much.

No, the Doberman was sitting up, his hand braced on the backrest of his computer chair as he gasped in pleasure. The little Doberman trying, and failing, to hold back his howls of ecstasy as he white-knuckled his controller until his eyes crossed. He would pay good money to see that pussy pop!

Geoff grunted, slapping his face as his dick throbbed in his jeans. He should just skip it. He would be cutting it close as it was with how he got up later than normal.

Then again, he would only be late to being early. Not like the boys didn’t gobble their doughnuts down like dogs in the street anyway. He had the time to spare, right?

Geoff watched as the gas station came closer and closer, his heart racing as a strange sense of anxiety gripped his sternum. His face burned hot, his hands felt clammy as he held onto the wheel. Was he seriously going to just pass this place up because he saw some risqué trailer of one of its workers?!

“God damn it,” Geoff grunted under his breath as he slammed his breaks and turned into the gas station a little more sharply than he would have liked. Reeva’s tires screeched and squealed as he turned into the gas station before coming to a dignified stop out front.

“Jesus Christ Geoff,” the Pitbull chided himself, shaking his head in disappointment before slapping the sun visor down and flicking the mirror open. He inspected himself to be sure he didn’t look like some slob. He did just shower, so his fur looked a little wet, maybe slightly more wild than normal, but he was decent. He took a deep breath before cranking Reeva into park and snagging his keys. He tossed them in the air as he stepped out of the truck and intended to catch them, but he just slapped them, the keys slipping over the sidewalk and clattering to the ground.

“You little shit,” Geoff snarled at his keys before bending down and snagging them, looking up into the gas station to see if anyone noticed. As far as he could tell, no one was looking at him through the windows. He looked over his shoulder, no one was in the parking lot either. The only thing he noticed was a little Fiesta hybrid parked off to the side.

The Pitty sighed and pushed his way into the entrance. The lighting was just as harsh and the nonperishables were just as dusty. Some fingerprints were left behind from when he looked at some of them yesterday as well.

Geoff didn’t know why he was making his way around the aisles like he was browsing. He knew what he wanted, but for some reason the front felt like it was going to bite him when he got up there.

“Can I help you find something?”

Geoff paused, his ears perking up before he turned around to see a young woman with frizzy hair. She was a Cocker Spaniel like Dick was, only she looked worn out for different reasons. Her eyes were tired, yet smeared with makeup to try and hide her bags, her hair was shoulder length, damp from a shower that she must have hastily taken before getting in. She wore the same red and orange polo as Eric wore the other day, her visor holding her long floppy ears and her hair out of her eyes.

“No thank you,” Geoff nodded. “I know what I want, I just…um…”

“Just what?” The woman cocked a brow as she leaned on the rack of potato chips. She had to be just over five feet and yet her presence held weight to it like she was much larger than the small fry she appeared to be. “You forget what you came screeching in here for?”

“No, I…” Geoff felt embarrassment strike him to his core. “It’s just dark and I’m new to the area so I almost missed the turn. Sorry if it was loud.”

The woman slowly blew a bright cerulean bubble with the gum in her maw before it popped.

“Yeah, sure,” she looked him up and down before standing up straight and crossing her arms. “So, what were you looking for?”

“I was just getting doughnuts for my crew—”

“They’re in aisle zero, up front,” she cut him off, jabbing her thumbnail behind her to point at the display. “Made fresh every morning and shipped here. Half off if you get a full dozen.”

“Yeah, I’ll just go get those—”

“Yeah, you do that,” her eyes were unamused as she cut him off again.

Damn! What was this bitch’s problem? Geoff tried to get a good look at her name tag, but her crossed arms covered it up. Geoff just turned away from her and went to the front to pick out his doughnuts, the girl following him back up front before hopping the counter to get behind the front desk. A pretty slick move for someone so small.

Geoff decided to get his doughnuts and just get moving. Eric didn’t appear to be there anyway. He got a dozen desserts and a hot breakfast sandwich before going up to the desk.

“That all mister Tire Streaks McKenzi?” The woman cocked her head.

“Yeah, sorry if I left streaks there—”

“You did,” the woman shrugged. “But I don’t really care about them. Not my parking lot. I just work here.”

“Yeah,” Geoff pulled his wallet out and handed over his card and she finally uncrossed her arms to accept it. He got a look at the plastic nametag. “Trixie, sorry about that.”

“Like I said,” she swiped the card. “No skin off my nose.” She punched a few buttons and a receipt printed out and she handed the card back with it.

“Hey, are you usually the one who opens this early?” Geoff asked as he took back his card.

“I got called in to help. Supposed to be a big day or whatever,” Trixie shrugged and blew another bubble.

“It’s just…well…I don’t know, there was someone here yesterday,” Geoff started.

“Yeah, he’s in the back. I told him I could handle the front while he stocks inventory this morning,” Trixie crossed her arms again and popped a hip. “What? You looking to hit on an employee?”

“I…” Geoff’s face burned bright red. “I would never—it’s um…I’m not going to—what do you—I’m-uh…”

“Yeah? Use your words,” Trixie gave him a cocky smirk.

“I…just…uh…” Geoff was trying really hard not to bark and bite this bitch’s head off. He didn’t want to make a scene even if no one was around. He was going to be at this job site for a few months. He didn’t need to piss off the locals and give Eastman a reason to come down and micromanage in person.

“Here,” Geoff dug into his wallet and pulled out an old business card. “I just…um…wanted to give him—you my business card if you needed any help with your, uh, lighting.”

Trixie took the card, her bright pink nail polish glinting. She looked over the front and then the back. It was faded because the union got him contracted enough that he didn’t need to freelance, but he was still allowed to take money for some odd jobs here and there. It was usually easy money, and if he couldn’t do it, he knew people that would that could use the money. Half of the emails he got needed to be referred to someone else nowadays.

“Yeah,” Trixie gripped the card and tore it in half before letting it fall to the ground. “I’ll file that away for ya. Our lighting is just fine. So fine I can see right through ya and your little charade. You’re welcome to spend your money here, big shot, but don’t harass the employees.”

“Oh…um…” Geoff’s ears folded back, his palms sweaty, his heart beating fast, his body frozen. He felt the need to defend himself, but instead he just bit his lip.

“Will that be all?” Trixie cocked a brow, a sly smirk spreading her lips.

“Yeah, that’s all,” Geoff took the doughnuts and went off to get into his car. It took everything in him not to throw them into the passenger seat before jabbing his keys into the ignition and pulling out. His tires squeaked a bit as he rolled out onto the road again.

“Fucking bitch,” Geoff growled under his breath before deflating, the steam leaving him as his heart soured. “No…no…she was just keeping an old man like me from hitting on her coworker. I…I get it.”

***

Geoff continued to kick himself as he drove up to the worksite, even as he looked over the old newspaper and listened to his workmates shoot the shit, he still couldn’t shake the cloud that hung over his head.

Had he really been that obvious? He didn’t even know he wanted to talk to Eric really until he squealed into the parking lot. How did she know what he didn’t even know? He must look like some horn dog freak trying to clamor into some young thing’s pants. He took a shower, but that didn’t clean the stains from his fingers or the callouses on his pads. He was still a dirty construction worker and that did come with some misconceptions, but he was a guest in this neighborhood. A tourist at best. He should respect that some people just don’t take kindly to new folks.

Even throughout the work day he found himself measuring once and cutting twice. At least he was cutting too long and not too short. Didn’t need Eastman to eat his ass out on wasting wire and wood. He was surprised he hadn’t gotten a call from him either. Must have found someone else’s ass to crawl up about the damn cost of shit. It wasn’t until they were on lunch that Geoff seemed to come out of his own head for a minute. He had ordered subs to be delivered, everyone’s orders going into an app on his phone made it super easy to get the food right. They were sitting down on some picnic tables and munching on their sandwiches of choice when he finally spoke up.

“Hey Val, I don’t seem like some dirty old man, do I?” Geoff asked the coon.

“What, in general or just me? Cuz anyone under thirty looks like a baby to me,” Val answered, brushing the crumbs from his sandwich out of his stash.

“I mean, in general I guess?” Geoff shrugged. “I got my ass chewed out at the convenience store when I was picking up doughnuts for harassing the employee I saw yesterday. I don’t come across as a big mean guy, do I?”

“So you were interested in the doughnut boy from yesterday?” Val smirked, but reserved his jokes as Geoff was just being real with him. “Here, let me show you something.”

“Yo! Guys!” The coon turned on his seat and shouted over to one of the other tables where the rest of his crew was sitting. “Raise your hand if you thought Geoff was hitting on you when you first met him.”

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