The Object of my Obsession

Closing my eyes, I imagine it is him working me into such a frenzy instead of myself with this damn battery operated...no, no, and no. My eyes open as all fantasy fades along with my hope of a quick climax, “Damn batteries.”
The frustration I feel in this moment is a combination of my heart returning to normal and the ache between my legs reminding me that I was almost there. I look at the clock. Midnight. Where can I get batteries at midnight? I sit up and let out a breath. It doesn’t matter, I won’t sleep without it. Not when I know that he is in this hotel somewhere and tomorrow I will get to speak with him. It took me months to get this interview and now that I know it is real, I am a little wired up about it.
I look at the man and sigh, “Well Jacob, you’re just going to have to hold on for a few minutes.” I talk to the magazine as if he can hear me. My current obsession is with one very hunky new actor. I’m great at advice but I haven’t been in a real relationship in a while. Recently I have taken to making up relationships with celebrities in my mind. It takes the edge off, and when I do hook up with a hot guy, and it ends badly, or it just ends, I always have Mr. Perfect in my mind there to fall back on. “Don’t look at me like that. I know this is desperate, but it is quicker this way, manual takes forever.”
I take a quick shower and then head down to the lobby. My hope is that the shop will still be open and that it will have batteries. Unfortunately, luck was not on my side. “Where is the closest gas station?”
The clerk looks at me like I am crazy and I wonder if I have forgotten to put something on or if I reek of desperation, and she knows. Maybe they really do have those video cameras set up in hotel rooms and she was watching me. Of course then she would know that I need the batteries. Irritation clear on her face she says, “Right down the street.”
“Thanks.” Nope she doesn’t know I need batteries but she does know that I need to pay more attention to my surroundings. As I walk out, I can see the big sign from the front of the hotel. I can’t say why I am nervous about this interview, just that I have built him up in my head so much I wonder what he will be like in person. My fear is that he will be a complete jerk and then I won’t have my imagination to keep me warm at night. My gut tells me he is an amazing guy and that I will leave here with dreams a plenty. Right now, all I need is to get my batteries, get my orgasm, and get to sleep.
The night sky crackled and thunder clapped as I was about half way to the gas station. I thought I would make it there and back before the rain started.
I was wrong.
I made it to the gas station, purchased a pack of batteries, got a curious look from the old man behind the counter, and headed back to the hotel. The wind howled and blew my hair every direction whipping it across my face one way then the next. I fought the stray strands away from my lips and eyes.
I was almost there, almost to the front of the hotel when the sky opened up and the rain poured down on me. Cool water drenched me as I ran the last few feet to the building. I laughed because I could. No one was around to see me except the night clerk and she was pre-occupied with some tall drink of man checking in. I stifled my giggles as the reality of my desperation sat in. What a sorry state I had come to, slipping out in the middle of the night for batteries. It was time I found a real man again if only for a while.
The elevator opened and I stepped inside. I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I stepped in. I looked a bit crazy I have to admit. My hair wet, my clothes clinging to me, and one clear plastic bag with batteries in my hand. I turned before I scared myself anymore.
“Hold that will ya?” A voice came from the hall.
I pressed the button to keep the door open. I had to; something in his rich timbre compelled me to hold the elevator. I wanted to see the man behind that voice, even if I did look crazy.
“Thanks.” Said the man I was masturbating to less than an hour ago.