The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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As Iβm trying to get my head around the idiocy of doing any kind of scene with a pain-slut he didnβt know, without any negotiations, without a safe word, and without a bloody condom, he says, βSmall 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.β
If she had a cock down her throat, Iβm not clear on how she could have, but it does sound like Rick was alert to signs of distress. βAfter that?β
Rick rubs his hands over his face. βOkay, 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 Iβm sure I left her pretty fucking battered. She was screaming plenty but Iβm telling you, she was loving every minute.β
Not according to her, but she didnβt detail any of this. βThen what?β
βHer bitch friend kept yelling at me to fuck her ass and she was going to film it on her phone.β
βDid you?β
βNo. It looked like sheβd never had a finger up there much less a cock, and you can think Iβm a selfish motherfucker all you want, but I didnβt feel like taking the time to open her up and Iβve never split anybody and I wasnβt starting with this girl. Next thing I know, her friend is throwing twenties all over the place, yelling that sheβll pay me if I fucked Lauraβs ass, but like I said, I was close, so I pulled out and jacked off all over the damn money instead.β
βThatβs the picture where she says you tried to pay her and when she wouldnβt take your money, you did it anyway.β
βYeah. It wasnβt my money, man. I do not need to pay for sex.β
That, I believe.
βThen what happened?β
βI donβt know. Everyone was yelling and Iβd 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, Lauraβs jumping on my back and hitting me and screaming about what a lousy fucking lay I was.β
βWhat did you do?β
βI pushed her off me.β He leans forward and puts his head in his hands. βOkay, thatβs not the truth. Look, Iβm not proud of it, man. I slapped her. Her face, I mean. I felt bad about it as soon as I did it, but sheβd gotten off a million times and then sheβs all up in my shit about how Iβm a fucking porn star and I didnβt make it good for her. It pissed me off, and no, I wouldnβt have hit her if I hadnβt been drinking, but I was, and, shit. Yeah, I shouldnβt have done it.β
βWhat happened?β
βShe 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
βShe never told you βno.β Never said βstopβ or βredβ or anything like that?β
βI swear to you, not once. Iβm a fucking idiot, but Iβm not a monster. If sheβd told me to stop, Iβd have stopped. If sheβd said βnoβ to something, Iβd have done something else. I know how to get a woman off, man. I didnβt need to do any of the things we did. I did them because she was just as fucking into everything as I was.β
That has the ring of truth, too.
βShe went willingly into the bedroom with you? You didnβt carry her? Drag her? Push her?β
βAbsolutely not. Yeah, weβd all been drinking, and we were kissing and shit, but I didnβt even know where we were going. Her fucking friend led us in.β
βWhere did you get the blow job?β
βDown by the pool. I know, not classy, but we werenβt the only ones.β
βGirl who gave you the blow job, did you know her? Did she stick around? Did you see her again afterwards?β
βNo, 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 sheβs got her tits out and sheβs sliding down the pool chair Iβm 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 didnβt see her again. I didnβt get her name or number.β
I keep my head down and make notes so Rick doesnβt see my thoughts on my face. Iβve 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 didnβt intend to see them again. Other than a couple of games involving glory holes, Iβve never had my dick in anyone whose name I didnβt 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 doesnβt sound judgmental. βThe party, was it a play party or vanilla?β
βI donβt know. Kind of neither. There were some players there that I know from the clubs, but there werenβt any toys or equipment. It wasnβt 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.β
Sounds like Rickβs kind of party.
βDo you know who threw the party? The hosts?β
βYeah. Iβve met them a few times.
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