Untamed

The Road to Nothing is a saga.

His secretary turned to Andy with a look of concern on her face, which quickly dissolved into a playful grin. Everything is going exactly how she expected it to go and she knows Andy won’t, or can’t refuse. He took a step closer to her, looking her over from her ankles to the top of her head; there were things about her that he never noticed before. He never remembered her eyes being such a bright green or her hair being as auburn brown before, he never remembered her skin being so flawless and perfect, yet defined. Then again, Andy never focused much on the details of any woman that went through his hands; he was only ever interested on what they were willing to give him.

Andy stopped for a moment, he knew he had a wife and understood that she loved him very much. In fact, in their thirteen years of marriage he doesn’t recall a single time that his wife ever showed signs of deceit or betrayal. Sometimes he felt bad for doing what he did, but it was beyond his control; if it wasn’t the tequila surging through his veins and clouding his abilities to deny his sexual urges for any woman he sees, he’s too sexually aroused to turn back. He shrugged away the thoughts, grabbed his secretary by the arms and pushed her onto a clean part of his oak table. Andy knew she was frantic, he could feel her heart racing, her body temperature rising, in fact, Andy was surprised at how quickly she responded to his advances.

She was grabbing his clothes, almost ripping them off his body within seconds. Andy knew that this woman had a plan, he sensed it the moment she walked in and looked at him differently than she normally would, but he had never imagined she’d behave like this. To be truthful, he loved the very idea of her wanting him, it made him feel even more powerful than he usually did. It wasn’t until she had successfully removed his belt and pants that the plan began to turn sour. Andy groans, as he takes a moment to block the images of what unfolded after that moment. He couldn’t believe he didn’t think to lock the door, or at least go somewhere more private like the toilets – a location he usually took all his subjects.

He looks at the barman and notices his drink is almost ready, vodka with a bit of lemon. He only had a few more moments to remember what happened, before he drank away his misery and headed home to his children and wife. Resting his head back on his arms, he sighs; the image of the door opening and him falling off his oak desk, hitting his head violently on the wall next to it floods through his mind. He remembers trying to pull his pants back on, desperately to hide his most sensitive part of himself. Andy didn’t dare look at his secretary from that moment on, but he could feel her eyes boring into him as if to wonder how on Earth he could allow such an action to be caught. All he remembers after that is being shoved onto the street and walking into the bar.

The barman places the drink in front of Andy without saying a word; it’s as though there was a connection with Andy and knew not to talk until he was in a more sober state. Though Andy was a regular at the bar, he constantly came in every day to have a drink for every minute that passed in his life. Andy sat up, although a little unsteady and puts a hand around the glass, the cold liquid causing his hand to feel slightly numb. His eyes begin to water and he takes this as his cue to down the clear spirit now, or not at all. He raises the shot to his mouth and swallows, a sour look upon his face breaking almost instantly. If his legs aren’t amputated tonight, due to the amount of alcohol he has consumed, there’s no way his legs will ever be amputated, he thought to himself as he began to feel light headed. The next moment, Andy had fallen off his barstool and onto the ground, hitting his head on the ground at impact.