Chapter 22

Wes took one look at me coming through the door and turned me around to go to the fitness center. As we walked, my mind was so preoccupied I probably would have stepped in front of a bus if he wasn't flying wing-man.

I expected him to be the strong and silent supporter again, but he surprised me a bit. We were trudging along about half way there when he broke into my fragmented train of thought.

"Gerri okay?" he asked.

"Um ... yeah, I ... I think so."

"Is she upset about breaking up with the guy from back home?"

"I think so," I repeated, mentally stumbling over substituting Alan for Sharon, who was Gerri's cover story for her romance with Sharon...

Wes snorted. "That's probably a good thing. He sure has a stick up his ass."

"Alan?"

"He has a big stick up his ass. Whenever he comes up here he hardly says shit to anyone, just stays glued to Gerri wherever she goes. It's like he's stalking her or something."

"Guess I didn't notice."

He put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a shove. "She broke up with you, numb nuts," he reminded me. "You couldn't exactly hang out with her when he was here."

"Yeah." He waited for me to say more, but when I didn't...

"Did Gerri want to get back together?"

I sighed. "Hell, I don't know. Maybe; I don't know."

"Well, you should make up your mind soon. Gerri breaking up with Alan will make Hayley happy."

I shook my head. "And just why does Hayley care so much about who Gerri's with anyway?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. But she's mentioned who she'll introduce her to, if she gets another chance."

"What? Who?"

"Rod."

I remembered Hayley had earlier persuaded Gerri to make a cocaine connection for 'Rod.' It had to be the same guy. Fixing her up with Randy-the-harmless-beard hadn't created lasting indebtedness. So naturally Hayley would try to cut out the middle man on the next go-round. What better way to control Gerri and her family's connections in the entertainment industry?

"I'll get some guys together to throw that freshman fuck off the roof before that happens."

"Yeah. We should probably do that for Cynthia, too."

That seemed an out of place observation. I remembered that Cynthia had dated Rod briefly, but she'd broken it off when she learned he'd neglected to mention he had a girlfriend back at his old high school.

I shrugged. "Cynthia mostly just likes to party, anyway."

"I guess."

"How do you ... exactly why do you hang out with Hayley, anyway?"

He gave me a sharp look, but didn't reply, as we were at the fitness center entrance. We put our discussion on hold while others were close by. After changing into workout clothes we went to a couple stair-climber type machines that were away from the more heavily used weight lifting equipment on the other side of the big room.

"I like to party and I like to get laid," he said, resuming our conversation.

"But ... with Hayley?"

"Sure, why not? I don't want a girlfriend, and she doesn't want a boyfriend. And sometimes she brings some coke ... sometimes another girl ... sometimes both. You can't beat that."

"She does girls?"

"Yeah, she's into girls sometimes. Mostly she sits on their face or watches them with me."

That was consistent with how Gerri described having sex with Hayley. Fortunately Gerri's session had been without Wes's hard dick in the mix. Though as much as a man-slut Wes was, he wouldn't screw a girl he knew wasn't willing. Besides his personal scruples, that could wind up curtailing his opportunities for more casual pussy down the road.