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was a pain-slut.”

As I’m trying to get my head around the idiocy of doing any kind of scene with a pain-slut he didn’t know, without any negotiations, without a safe word, and without a bloody condom, he says, β€œSmall D put my belt around her throat while we were spit-roasting her. I told him to ease off a couple of times because I could feel her going limp. But she was coming every five minutes, man. She was screaming and cursing when she came, but she never, ever told us to stop.”

If she had a cock down her throat, I’m not clear on how she could have, but it does sound like Rick was alert to signs of distress. β€œAfter that?”

Rick rubs his hands over his face. β€œOkay, it got a little crazy after that, I admit. I was getting close and yeah, I was smacking her ass and pulling her hair and I’m sure I left her pretty fucking battered. She was screaming plenty but I’m telling you, she was loving every minute.”

Not according to her, but she didn’t detail any of this. β€œThen what?”

β€œHer bitch friend kept yelling at me to fuck her ass and she was going to film it on her phone.”

β€œDid you?”

β€œNo. It looked like she’d never had a finger up there much less a cock, and you can think I’m a selfish motherfucker all you want, but I didn’t feel like taking the time to open her up and I’ve never split anybody and I wasn’t starting with this girl. Next thing I know, her friend is throwing twenties all over the place, yelling that she’ll pay me if I fucked Laura’s ass, but like I said, I was close, so I pulled out and jacked off all over the damn money instead.”

β€œThat’s the picture where she says you tried to pay her and when she wouldn’t take your money, you did it anyway.”

β€œYeah. It wasn’t my money, man. I do not need to pay for sex.”

That, I believe.

β€œThen what happened?”

β€œI don’t know. Everyone was yelling and I’d gotten my fucking rocks off and the gin was giving me a headache and I stopped giving a shit. I sat down on the bed with my back to them and the next thing I know, Laura’s jumping on my back and hitting me and screaming about what a lousy fucking lay I was.”

β€œWhat did you do?”

β€œI pushed her off me.” He leans forward and puts his head in his hands. β€œOkay, that’s not the truth. Look, I’m not proud of it, man. I slapped her. Her face, I mean. I felt bad about it as soon as I did it, but she’d gotten off a million times and then she’s all up in my shit about how I’m a fucking porn star and I didn’t make it good for her. It pissed me off, and no, I wouldn’t have hit her if I hadn’t been drinking, but I was, and, shit. Yeah, I shouldn’t have done it.”

β€œWhat happened?”

β€œShe landed on the floor and lay there looking up at me, crying and holding her cheek. I got up and left. Went home. Felt like shit.”

β€œShe never told you β€˜no.’ Never said β€˜stop’ or β€˜red’ or anything like that?”

β€œI swear to you, not once. I’m a fucking idiot, but I’m not a monster. If she’d told me to stop, I’d have stopped. If she’d said β€˜no’ to something, I’d have done something else. I know how to get a woman off, man. I didn’t need to do any of the things we did. I did them because she was just as fucking into everything as I was.”

That has the ring of truth, too.

β€œShe went willingly into the bedroom with you? You didn’t carry her? Drag her? Push her?”

β€œAbsolutely not. Yeah, we’d all been drinking, and we were kissing and shit, but I didn’t even know where we were going. Her fucking friend led us in.”

β€œWhere did you get the blow job?”

β€œDown by the pool. I know, not classy, but we weren’t the only ones.”

β€œGirl who gave you the blow job, did you know her? Did she stick around? Did you see her again afterwards?”

β€œNo, no, and no. She was just some girl I was flirting with. We were hanging out by the pool and the next thing I know she’s got her tits out and she’s sliding down the pool chair I’m sitting on with this big fucking grin on her face. She went for a swim afterwards. I went back up into the house to get another gin and tonic. I didn’t see her again. I didn’t get her name or number.”

I keep my head down and make notes so Rick doesn’t see my thoughts on my face. I’ve had sex with over five hundred partners, mostly women but a few men, too. The vast majority of those experiences were casual; many were just one night. But I always knew their names. I always got their numbers. If we did a scene together, I called them the next day to make sure they were okay, even if I didn’t intend to see them again. Other than a couple of games involving glory holes, I’ve never had my dick in anyone whose name I didn’t know and it really bothers me that Rick seems to make a fucking habit of it.

I tap my pen on my notepad until I can come up with a question that doesn’t sound judgmental. β€œThe party, was it a play party or vanilla?”

β€œI don’t know. Kind of neither. There were some players there that I know from the clubs, but there weren’t any toys or equipment. It wasn’t advertised as a play party. There was plenty of public sex going on, though. People humping behind every bush and on every couch. There was even a couple going at it on the pool slide.”

Sounds like Rick’s kind of party.

β€œDo you know who threw the party? The hosts?”

β€œYeah. I’ve met them a few times.

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