“What?!”
“Yes. That’s perfect. Let’s go into the city and find someone. We’ll wait outside Club Red. That’s a pretty high-class establishment. What guy wouldn’t want to fuck us? We’re Mack and Gia!” she called, yelling with her head hanging out of the sunroof.
“You’re drunk and stupid. Get in here before you get us pulled over.”
“Drive, Mack. Take us to Club Red.”
That was real. That really happened, I decided, looking down to see I still had half a circle. I was never going to finish this on time. Jane was not going to be happy with me.
I turned back to my work, wishing they’d just go. I had so much to get done. I needed the time to work while Cara napped.
Mr. Nichols jerked my arm. Spinning me around to look at them in my room, invading my space, the crayon went flying across the room. Great. I was never going to meet my target.
“I’ve often wondered about this part. Sit down and tell us all about it,” Mr. Nichols said, sweeping his feet under my legs. I went down without a choice.
“You don’t have to be such a fucking ass,” Gia yelled. I was surprised. Gia took up for me. She did care. Maybe.
“Shut the fuck up. You shut your dick sucker right now,” Mr. Nichols screamed in her face. He shoved her, too, sending her to her ass. “Shut the fuck up and let’s let McKenzie here tell us about how you got hard evidence of sex. You’re being rude to your bestie here. That’s not nice. Go on, McKenzie, forgive my little cunt here, she doesn’t know where her filter is sometimes. I may need to teach her some manners later. You were saying.”
I didn’t speak. I wasn’t saying anything. What did he want me to say?
“You have the floor now, Mack. Go. What’s the matter, can’t think of any more lies? What a shame, and you’re so good at it, too,” he softly spoke. Kneeling to me, he stroked my cheek with the back of his knuckle. “Let me help. Did you fuck the same guy or was there more than one?”
No reply.
Mr. Nichols stood, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. He walked over to Gia, pulled her to her feet by her hair and twisted her arm behind her back. Gia wailed from the pain.
“I have a wonderful idea. Let’s play a game. Every time you don’t comply with an answer, Gia here is going to answer for you. Let’s see how much you two really would do for each other,” Mr. Nichols challenged, lifting Gia’s shirt, or his shirt. It was a long button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Even in her condition, Gia was still beautiful. He caressed her stomach, exposing her sex. I tuned my eyes, remembering the visits we’d gone to during the hair removal. It hurt—a lot.
“Okay, McKenzie. I didn’t hear you the first time. Did you fuck the same guy, or were there more?”
No reply.
Mr. Nichols smiled right at me. He was glad I didn’t answer. What the fuck? What was he planning on doing to her? Ripping the shirt apart forcefully, buttons flew all over the place. Now that was dumb. Cara could swallow those. Men could be so stupid sometimes.
“Maybe you want to answer now, huh? Mack?”
“Yes.”
Smiling with his victory smile, he eased up on Gia’s arm. I wanted to help her. As much as I hated her right then, I loved her that much more. I don’t know why and I can’t explain why, but I did. Gia was a part of me for a long time.
“Yes what?” he asked, running his fingers along Gia’s nipples, twisting lightly.
“Yes, there was only one guy.”
“Tell me about it.”
“We went to Club Red. That’s where Gia told me to drive.”
“Yes, yes, Mack, we know. You followed Gia. We know you were never a leader. You were a follower, that’s what you do.”
“Fuck you. You don’t know anything about me.”
Gia’s face was suddenly on the floor, his knee was in her back, and she screamed in pain.
“I’m sorry! Stop it!” I yelled, standing.
“Did I tell you to stand up?”
I sat down.
“Did I tell you to sit down?”
“What! What do you want?” I screamed. Crap. I forgot about Cara. Now she was awake, and I was never going to finish my assignment. I looked at my yellow sun and shook it off. Jane didn’t give me this assignment. Cara was a stupid doll.
“Stand up. It doesn’t matter what I want. You’re going to do everything I tell you to do. You don’t think you both got nice cold baths for nothing, do you?”
“And that means?” I smartly asked, standing again.
“It means, you’re going to do everything I tell you to do. It means I’m the one making the rules. I went by rules for seven years. You think maybe you can handle that? You think you can handle being held down while your ass is being raped over and over? Do you have any idea what that is like, McKenzie?”
“No,” I sadly answered. “You’re right, I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t hurt Gia anymore.”
Mr. Nichols laughed again. “You don’t know Gia as much as you think you do. Gia loves this. Gia gets off on this shit,” he assured me, lifting her to her feet. “You know how your pussy got all wet, thinking about Gia’s daddy? Well, Gia’s pussy is dripping wet right now wanting me to fuck it, wanting me to pull her hair, take my hand to her bare ass, and fuck her tight little pucker. She gets off on it, Mack,” he whispered.
I watched Gia squirm, struggling with her own demons while Mr. Nichols tormented her from behind. Her eyes closed and her head dropped when he pinched her nipples.
“Go on. You went to Club Red, I know of it, been there a few times. Did you go inside?”
“No, we sat in the parking lot and waited.”
“How long did you wait?”
I answered the probing questions while watching Mr. Nichols fuck with Gia. She was practically dancing. “Not long, I think Gia was afraid of us losing our nerve. We weren’t picky. Two couples came out and then the guy alone. He was the lucky one.”
“Mmmm, okay, where did you go?”
I looked down, ashamed that I’d been a part of any of it. I was and there was nothing I could do to change it.
“Gia called him over.”
“Hey, want to have a good time?” Gia asked, batting her eyelashes and showing him her cleavage. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. Surely she wasn’t going to go through with it.
“Are you even old enough to have a good time?” he asked.
“Does it really matter? We’re not going to tell. We just need to be fucked. I’m sure we can find someone else that wouldn’t mind giving it to two young, hot girls.”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t interested. I’m parked in the back corner. The black SUV limo. I’m going to send my driver away for a bit. Meet me over there in five minutes.”
“Gia, we’re not going back there,” I demanded. She was crazy. She lost her mind.
“Yes we are. Drive. We have to have something.”
“Something for what? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Mack, stop being so childish, the guys obviously got money, he’s riding in a limo. Nothing’s going to happen.”
“Childish? I’m being childish. Gianna. We are not doing this. We are not getting in that car.”
“Fine, Mack. Get out of my car. Want me to call my dad to come get you?”
“Why would you call your dad?” That’s all I heard. Why would she say that?
“Mack. Please. Please. Please. Let’s do this. We’re young. It’s another notch to add to our crazy days before life happens.”
I grumbled some high pitched moan and backed up. I had no idea what the hell the guy’s name even was, but under different circumstances, it would have been pretty damn hot. He was sexy as hell, wore low-rise, designer jeans and a button up, black shirt.
Looking around the parking lot, he watched us get out with a smile. I tried to get Gia’s attention one last time before we climbed into the back of his limo that had certainly cost him thousands of dollars. He was probably late twenties, maybe earl
y thirties, tall, dark and covered in tattoos. Holy hell, he was hot. He didn’t waste a second. Kicking off his shoes, he removed his shirt, and released his already hard cock to his hand.
“Take your clothes off,” he said, sitting across from us. Gia didn’t waste a second either. She was undressed, rubbing herself, before I even started to undress. I was suddenly scared shitless. I’d never been with anyone but Kyle. I didn’t want to do it.
Gia wasn’t shy at all. She moved right to him, rested her knees on the seat, practically shoving her sex in his face. He played with her, moaning while stroking his own organ. “Come on over, pretty thing,” he said, looking to me.
“Wait. Wait. Wait,” Mr. Nichols called, interrupting my story.
“What?” I asked.
“Did you touch Gia?”
No reply.
Mr. Nichols dropped to the floor, taking Gia with him. Holding her on his lap, he spread her legs wide. I didn’t look down. I looked at him, right past her, to him. “Did you touch Gia’s pussy? That night?” he asked again, giving me one more chance. I was going to leave that part out. He wasn’t about to let me.
Smack.
I still didn’t look when Mr. Nichols spanked her down there—hard.
“LOOK!” he screamed at me.
My eyes met Gia’s before moving down to what was evident. She was wet. She was getting off on whatever it was Mr. Nichols was doing to her.
“Gia doesn’t want you to answer. Gia is so fucking wet right now, you don’t even know,” he said, massaging her wetness up her slit.
“Tell me how you touched her.”
“The guy told me to.”
“Of course. Mack always does what’s she’s told. Yeah, go on?”
“I just did. That’s all.” I tried taking the easy way out. He laughed.
Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. Gia was squirming with every smack the tips of his fingers delivered. I never, in all my years, thought fun Mr. Nichols could be this man. Then again, I had no idea what seven years of imprisonment could do to a person. I could hear her wetness when he would dip down, spreading her slipperiness through her folds.
“Get back to the story. The real story. I want to know everything that was said, everything you did, and everything he did to you.”
“He didn’t really do much.”
“No? Hmmm. What did he do?” Mr. Nichols smartly responded.
I took a deep breath, letting my mind go back to the night I never let it venture to.
“You two girlfriends?” the hot, tattooed guy asked.
“Yeah,” Gia answered, taking his cock out of his hands.
I moved to the other side of him. Jumping back a bit when he touched me there, he smiled. He liked the timidity. He treated us like his personal sex slaves, sort of. He didn’t ask us to do anything. He just told us. Gia and I kissed once at her sixteenth birthday party on a dare, but nothing like this. The guy got up on his knees, pushed our heads together and stroked our naked bodies while we made out.
Gia moaned in my mouth and I opened my eyes in shock. This was so fucked up. What the fuck was I doing here? Mr. Tattoo guy moved her hand first. I stiffened when I felt her fingers touch me.
He played with us both, moving our hands to each other’s breasts. Every time I tried to pull away from the kiss, he pushed us back together, making us continue. His hands were everywhere, all over both our bodies while his wang stood straight, smashing into both our bodies in multiple places.
“Yeah, rub that pussy,” he moaned, moving my hand faster into Gia’s clit. Tattoo guy let us go on for as long as it took him to get bored and then flipped Gia over the seat. I sat wide eyed, waiting for instructions like a timid little first grader. He spread my legs and played with me while he gave it to Gia from behind. I almost puked when he removed his fingers from my pussy and made her lick and suck them. She did. She was way better at this than I was, at least with strangers. I’d learned to relax and tell Kyle what I wanted, but I didn’t know how to be involved in this sort of thing.
The guy didn’t talk much. He said what he wanted by moving us where he wanted us to go. He pulled out of Gia and moved my face to her ass. Shit. I hesitated when he spread her ass cheeks, and pressed my face closer. Gia didn’t taste like I thought she would. It wasn’t as gross as I was afraid it was going to be. She tasted like me, the way Kyle’s lips tasted sometimes.
I stiffened again when I felt his dick slide into me. He held Gia open with his hands and watched me lick. I knew he kept opening her ass cheeks more and aiming my face there for a reason, but I wasn’t doing it. Uh-uh. Not there. He finally realized I wasn’t going there and rolled her to her back. Gia looked happy, full of herself. I didn’t understand the expression at the time, but now I know she was feeling like she one-upped me. I was licking her pussy and she used it as a way to stick it in.
“Hmmmm, yeah, right there, Mack,” she said, spreading her lips for me to reach her clit. What the fuck? Gia let Tattoo guy finger fuck her ass while I licked her twat. Once she was close he pulled out of me and moved our positions, laying her to her back and me between her legs. He held her lips open and rubbed her nub some, too. My tongue kept hitting his fingers. That, I found gross and disgusting, more so than Gia’s sex.
“Suck it, Mack. Suck on it,” Gia moaned, thrashing her hips below my mouth. Tattoo guy hissed and slid his condom wrapped cock in Gia’s mouth. That was it. He never got either of us off. He fucked us both, but blew his load to the end of a condom in Gia’s mouth at the same time she screamed out in pleasure from my tongue doing what I had learned from Kyle. It was over. Finally.
He wasn’t interested once he got off. He dressed, and thanked us with two hundred dollar bills. We both quickly dressed and got the hell out of there. Gia laughed, walking to our car.
“That was fucking hot as hell,” Gia said, stumbling from his limo. Laughing, she held up the two bills. “He thought we were whores. We just turned a trick, Mack.”
“Yeah,” I said, still in disbelief. I pulled one of the crisp bills from her hand. “Let’s not ever do that again.”
Gia laughed. I dove in front of her and held both her shoulders. “Gianna Skyler, I’m dead serious. Don’t you ever do that again. You promise me right here, right now, that you’ll never, ever, get into a guy’s car like that again. Promise me, Gia.” I barked, almost in tears. So many things could have happened and she was clueless.
“Damn, Mack. All right. I promise.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was all so surreal. I shook my head and let Gia get behind the wheel. That would have sobered anyone up.
“Want me to take care of you? I’ll finger you if you want me to.”
“No, Gia. I’m good. Jesus Christ. What’s gotten into you?”
“I’m happy.”
It was official. Gianna Edwards had lost her mind, too. She was crazier than I was. What the hell was I supposed to do now? I wanted to go home. I had a very wet, unsatisfied throbbing going on between my legs. I wanted to tease Kyle with it.
Mr. Nichols did exactly what I thought he was going to do, only worse. Gia screamed in pleasure and squirted clear across my room. She was going to clean that up. That was the first time in how ever many weeks we’d been there, I’m thinking it was four… No… Maybe it was six… No… Five, that I didn’t feel right. Something was off. Not like normally off. Different. Like rage. I don’t know why. Normally my hyper sexuality would have been through the roof, watching something like that.
“That was a lovely story. Gia expresses her appreciation well, doesn’t she, Mack?”
“Fuck you. I fucking hate you,” Gia said coming to her feet. She spit, landing it right in his eye. Mr. Nichols laughed, wiped it off, and backhanded her.
“Stop!” I finally screamed. I couldn’t take it. They needed to leave. “Get out. Just get out, both of you. You’re scaring Cara. She’s not used to all this ruckus.”
They both stopped and turned to me. Wearing frowns of co
nfusion, I watched the conversation with my eyes, feeling the beat of my heart stop. No. No. No. Don’t do it. Please don’t do it. It’s a doll, McKenzie. It’s not real. Gia looked to Cara, sleeping on my bed, and back to Mr. Nichols. He nodded to her, sharing something they had already discussed, I was sure. It was so out of body, like nothing I’d ever experienced. Even this color. What the hell was this color?
“Gia, please don’t. Please don’t touch her,” I begged, wishing I was closer to her. I needed to be closer to her.
“What the fuck, Mack?”
“Please.”
My breathing, my heart, my blood pumping through my veins, everything viable stopped working. I was in a frozen state of shock when she jerked her up by her arm. She screamed. She cried so loud. I could hear her tiny infant cries. They were so loud, drowning out the wind chimes. How could Gia be so cruel? I never knew her to be this vicious. Feeling faint, I tried to reason a plan. I had to get my baby.
“Gia, please. Put her down,” I begged with my hands in a praying form, walking slowly toward her. The sounds were crucial. Cara, crying, the wind chimes, and Gia. What was she saying?
“Mack. This is a fucking creepy ass doll. This is not your baby. What the fuck is wrong with you.”
“Just hand me the baby, Gianna. It’s okay. We can work through this. Give me Cara,” I pleaded, negotiating the only way I knew how. Beg.
That’s when things went a little fuzzy. Blood was everywhere. Gia ripped her arm right off her shoulder and threw it. Cara gargled and shook, and I lost it. Only a mother would know what that felt like, to witness something horrific happening to your child. It was too much. I snapped.
I don’t remember that part. At all. None of it. Just like the day I was hit in the back of the head. I don’t remember.
Mr. Nichols grabbed my hair and flung me halfway across the room.
I scooted backward, crab crawling my way to the wall. Everything looked gray. Nothing had color. Everything was just gray.
“Gianna, Gia!” Mr. Nichols called over and over.
“I killed her,” I said in some god awful demon voice. “Gia’s dead.”
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