I raise my eyebrows at him, but he does not look my direction. Like what I want doesn’t matter. It’s been settled.
“I need money,” she says in a voice so low, I almost miss it over the rumble of water still pouring out of the tub faucet. “I need that money.”
JD goes back to murmuring in her ear as I set my camera down and unbuckle my belt, unbutton my still dripping wet jeans, and pull down my zipper and free my thick, hard cock.
I grab the camera and walk towards the tub.
JD just stares at me. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I ignore him. This girl started out as mine and that’s how she’s gonna stay. “You want that money, Blue Eyes? Suck my cock and I’ll pay you double.”
“Hey, asshole,” JD says. “She’s not—”
But she is. Because her hands are already reaching for me. I step into the tub and the water laps against my jeans as I get close enough for her to grab me.
And the second her tiny hands wrap around my dick, I fucking groan. She squeezes it a little and then her mouth is coming at me. Her lips are parted, her tongue flat and ready to take me in.
“You better fucking film it then,” JD says.
I smile at him and point my camera down at Blue Eyes and capture the moment her lips first wrap around my head. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I whisper, palming her head with my free hand. I glance down at JD and he’s looking up at me with an interest I can’t quite gauge. “What?”
“You’ve never filmed yourself before. Ever.”
It’s not true. But I’ve never filmed myself in front of him. “So?” I say, taking my attention back to Blue.
“So why now?”
“She wants it, that’s why.”
And she does. Because she sucks my dick like it’s delicious. Her tongue twirls around my head like she can’t get enough. Her hand pumps along my shaft with an intoxicating twisting motion that tells me she’s done her share of blowjobs. I close my eyes, hoping like fuck that the camera will stay steady as I try to enjoy the attention.
But then a hand comes up underneath my balls and I open my eyes back up to make sure I catch it on film.
JD’s hand has hers and he’s urging her to cup me.
“What the fuck, dude?” I ask him. But then he squeezes her hand and she squeezes me, and holy mother, that shit, combined with her sucking and twisting, just obliterates my mind.
“Take him, Blue,” JD says, mimicking the name I’ve given her in my head. “Take him all the way in.” And then he pushes her head towards my groin and forces her mouth to open wider. Her tongue to flatten down even more along my shaft. And her throat to open up.
I watch this all play out from the other side of the lens. JD and the girl. Me and the girl. JD’s hand making sloshing waves under the water as he plays with her *.
And then it’s too much. My balls tighten up and I shoot my come down her throat. She chokes and it runs out of her mouth and plops into the water, but she keeps sucking on my cock, like she’s been trained how to end a blowjob properly, her blue eyes upturned to look at me as I film her, the streaks of makeup still staining her cheeks. And when I’m done she pulls back. Slowly. So very, very slowly.
And she silently mouths, Please help me.
I put the camera on the counter nearby and kneel down in the tub so I can cup her face with my hands. “What kind of help do you need?”
“Keep me,” she says through her sob. “Please. Just keep me. I can’t go back.”
“Go back where?” JD asks, turning her away from me in a way that makes me think he’s jealous. “Who is after you?”
The girl shakes her head and starts to cry again. “I can’t say. I can’t. I need to go home, but I can’t go home, either.”
“Where’s home?” I ask.
“Montreal.”
“Where’s your passport?” JD asks.
She just shakes her head.
JD looks up at me. “She can stay here.”
I stare at them both for a second, wondering what this is. Something is off, but I can’t quite figure out what. “Of course,” I say, nodding. I need more time with this girl. More pictures. More talking. More everything. I place my hand on her cheek and turn her head back to me, tipping it up at the same time so she has to meet my gaze. “You can stay here until you sort it out.”
And then she collapses back against JD’s chest and sobs. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Hey,” JD says as he pets her hair. “Shhh. Forget it, OK? Just relax now.”
I’m about to tell JD to get the fuck out of the tub and give her some privacy, but I can hear my phone ringing out in the living room. “Fuck. I know who that is.”
Ray.
JD looks at me as I step out of the tub and peel my jeans the rest of the way off, leaving them in a soaking heap in the corner as I wrap a towel around my waist and go looking for my phone. It’s still inside my bomber jacket pocket. And it’s wet when I take it out, but it’s ringing again, so at least it’s not ruined. I tab the accept button. “Yeah.”
“Please tell me you’re on track.”
“The bitch we were gonna film this morning never showed.”
Ray lets off a long sigh. “I need to see you, Ark. Today.”
And then I get the hang-up beeps.
Fuck.
I walk back into the bathroom and find JD making out with the blue-eyed girl. “Who was that?” he mumbles through his kiss. I can tell his hand is between her legs, and she’s whimpering from the stimulation.
“Asshole. That was Ray. He wants to see me today.”
“Well, have fun. I’ll hold things down while you’re gone.” JD stands up. “Hey, darling, it’s my turn now.”
She looks up at him and nods. Her mouth opens and I turn around and walk out.
Fuck.
I dry off with the towel and then dress in some clean clothes. Jeans and a white dress shirt. Blue tie, loose. Dry pair of boots. And then I grab my leather jacket and leave them to do whatever they’re gonna do before I get too pissed off about it.
Because it’s pretty clear. JD thinks he’s entitled to this action and that’s a conversation for another time.