The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βAny of this true?β I ask.
It had better not be, or Rick and I are done. I donβt care how long Iβve known him, how much heβs paid me, or how much I need money right now. If he had non-consensual sex with this woman, weβre finished.
Rick slumps into a chair across from the couch where Iβm sitting and pushes his hands through his hair. βDonβt you watch Law and Order or any of those shows, man? Youβre not supposed to ask if the accused did it.β
βFuck that, Rick. Iβm not a fucking lawyer. Iβm your friend, and Iβm a Dom. Youβve known me long enough to know thereβs nothing more important to me than consent. Did you rape her?β
He shakes his head, but he doesnβt meet my eyes. βI donβt know.β
βYou donβt know? How can you not know?β
βIt didnβt happen like that. Like she says. Some of the stuff, it didnβt happen that way. I mean, not that I remember.β
βNot that you remember?β
βIt was a party, man. On Fire Island. Last Fourth of July. I had a few.β He pushes his hands through his hair again. βOkay, more than a few. I shouldnβt have been playing. Mea culpa, okay?β
Heβs going to be mea culpa-ing to the tune of six zeros and a felony rape conviction if this actually happened.
βOkay. You were drunkββ
βNo, not drunk. I mean, I wasnβt sober, but I wasnβt anywhere near drunk. Iβd gone off with another girl and gotten a blowie and that took the edge off. I still shouldnβt have been playing but I wasnβt anywhere close to drunk.β
βRight. How much of it did you remember the next day?β
βAll of it. It left a bad taste in my mouth.β
If it went down anywhere close to the way EvonneBringsTheTruth says it did, I can see why. Itβs leaving a bad fucking taste in my mouth, just reading about it.
βWhat do you remember?β
βThere were these two girls hanging out near the bar at the house. I started flirting with them, and I know that makes me a hound after Iβd just been with another girl. Sue me. It was a party. Neither of them was called Evonne or anything like that. I think one was called Laura. I donβt remember the other oneβs name. She just wanted to watch, not get fucked, so I wasnβt paying much attention to her. There was a guy, too. He said he was a friend of theirs and his name was Damon. I remember because the girl who didnβt want to be fucked kept calling him βBig D,β which I thought was funny βcause he had kind of a small dick.β
βUh-huh.β I make a note of the name. βSmall D. Then what?β
βWe were talking and flirting, and they started asking about my movies. What was real and what wasnβt. Was I really that mean and did I really fuck that hard, and I said only for money. So, they offered me a hundred dollars to make a porno with Damon and Laura.β
βYou didnβt run in the other direction? What if one of them had been an undercover cop, Rick?β
βI know. It was stupid, but I wasnβt thinking about any of that. We were joking around and laughing and shit.β
Okay, terminally bad judgment, but nothing Iβve heard so far makes him a rapist. And EvonneBringsTheTruth didnβt mention any of this. She made it sound like Rick picked her up at a party, forced her into a room, offered her money to fuck, and when she refused, beat her with his belt and raped her.
βWhat happened? Did you negotiate at all? Agree on a safe word?β
βNo, not really. Lauraβs friend asked if the girls in my films have safe words, and I said sometimes if weβre doing extreme shit, but most of the time, no, because the films are scripted. They were asking about the most extreme shit Iβd ever done, and I told them about the piercing scenes.β
I press my fingertips to my forehead, rubbing the scar that runs up from my eyebrow into my hair. βPlease tell me you did not agree to blood play with a girl you didnβt know and no fucking safe word.β
βNo, of course not, you shithead. I said Iβd belt Laura and spit-roast her. You know what that is?β
βYeah, a guy at each end.β
Itβs not a term Iβd ever use, though.
βRight. Lauraβs friend said she wanted to be really pounded in the ass while she choked on a cock. Fucked so hard she split.β
βYou agreed to that? With a girl you didnβt know? With no tests? She could have been drunk or drugged or coerced or any fucking thing, Rick. And who knows what she could have given you? Please tell me you at least used condoms.β
He crosses his arms over his chest. βYou donβt have to tell me how stupid I was, okay? I got worked up, and Laura had a hot fucking body and Iβd had too many. Yeah, I was fucking stupid.β
Monumentally fucking stupid.
βDid you use a condom?β
βNo.β He throws his arms up. βI said I was stupid.β
Stupid enough that I should tattoo βDNA evidenceβ across his forehead.
βOkay, right, what happened next?β I ask. βShe says you dragged her into a bedroom with your belt around her throat.β
βIt didnβt happen like that. Yeah, my belt was around her throat for some of it, but not until later and I didnβt put it there. The four of us walked into a bedroom. I belted her maybe a dozen times, but she fucking asked for that. She was fine. Her reactions were fine, breathing, color, everything. She wasnβt in any kind of distress. Yeah, I gave her some marks and I shouldnβt have, but she never said βnoβ or told me to stop. She looked like she was in fucking heaven, writhing and moaning. I figured she
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