Risky Business

Now that my strip poker series is (unfortunately) over, it's time to write some one-shots for a bit as I think about what to write during the holiday season

Pulling open my blinds to look down at the curb, I saw my roommate and his girlfriend getting into an Uber and speeding into the night. They had a Friendsgiving dinner to go to, and I had the house to myself.

I loved my roommate, but ever since his job transitioned to remote work, he’d been here way, way too often. He became a hermit even after work hours, and either he or his girlfriend was always here. A night to myself was a luxury, and I planned to take advantage of that.

Taking another look outside to make sure that the street was empty, I headed into the living room and cranked up the music on the tv on the way to the kitchen to start cooking. I loved spicy food unlike him, and I planned to stink up the entire house as I chopped and simmered, adding onions, garlic, and enough crushed red pepper into the pot to make me sweat. I had a new recipe in front of me, and the rest of the night to order in just in case it was a bust.

When I was finally done prepping, I put the lid on the pot, and I left the kitchen to take in my domain. I could see myself in the mirror over the fireplace, still wearing my button-up and slacks from work. I hadn’t even changed yet because I was too hungry to think straight. As I headed to my bedroom, I stopped when I heard a familiar rhythm as the next song started. Looking down at my socked feet, I knew exactly what I had to do.

Reaching for my zipper, I quickly pulled my pants off, throwing them onto the couch. Pulling up my socks, I got a running start as I slid past my dining room and into the kitchen.

Just take those old records off the shelf…

As Bob Seger started singing, I made one more slide like I was Tom Cruise in the opener of Risky Business wearing nothing but my shirt and a pair of white briefs. It was exhilarating walking around like this for the first time in months, but I wanted more.

Pulling open buttons on my shirt, I let it hang open, airing out my bare chest, as I pulled my briefs down to my ankles. Leaving them on the floor as I stepped out of them, I windmilled my way into the kitchen to stir my soup once more. The steam felt nice as it billowed into my face, and as I wrapped my hand around my shaft, there was a layer of steam that had lubed me up for a few strokes. Those few strokes turned into a few more as I walked back into the living room to sit my bare ass down on my couch.

That’s where my roommate found me as he walked back in looking for his phone that he’d left behind. I didn’t hear him come in over the music, and it wasn’t until I saw his reflection in the mirror that I noticed that I wasn’t alone anymore.

My cock was rock hard now, and I could see that he was staring right at it. Jumping off the couch, I tried to run into my bedroom, but he stuck his arm out to stop me. I could hear him trying to say that it was okay, but I knew that it wasn’t. Dodging his reach, I tried to get to my clothes, but his hand caught on my shirt taking off the last bit of covering that I had as I ran right out of my sleeves.

“Fuck!”

If it wasn’t for my dinner, I would have waited him out all night in my room, but I had to walk back outside. Dressed appropriately in sweatpants now, I couldn’t even get an explanation out once I saw that smirk on his face. I wasn’t sure if he liked the view or if he just liked the idea of having blackmail, but he clearly liked something…