If he’d found out about the affair, he’d be entitled to mess with Lance.
Lance stepped back. The van backed up. Lance sprinted forward and fled through the parking lot exit. “Screw you, weirdo.” he muttered under his breath.
He sprinted and jumped down three flights of stairs and eventually made it to the hotel lobby. Watching from a distance, Lance’s eyes followed the black van as it slowly exited the parking structure. Another strange sight: the sliding door was open. Three more people dressed in all black and wearing those stupid masks were leaning out as if surveying the area for him. They held weapons too. From this distance he couldn’t be sure, but it looked like one of them was holding a hatchet and the others were holding butchers knives.
Lance let out a quick breath, entered the hotel through the sliding glass doors and let this strange conflict flee his rapid thoughts.
He ran upstairs, walked down the hallway and allowed his lustful nerves to fray. When he arrived at the door he heard a voice call to him from behind. It startled him at first. A wave of fear struck. His heart pounded madly beneath his ribcage. But he was comforted when a male voice whispered, “Are you ready for me, dumb ass?”
It was Brock.
Thank God. Relief settled him.
He walked to his friend and they shook hands.
“I’m glad we’re doing this. I look forward to our conversations this weekend too.” Brock sounded mature for once in his life. He really had entered the Twilight Zone.
“Fruitful,” Lance added.
“I’m not kidding. I think that we’ve tapped into something special here. This relationship is crazy, but it’s special. It’s something nobody can touch, except us.”
“Save it for afterward,” Lance halted the conversation. It was a conversation that he’d always wanted to have with Brock, but now that everything was happening, he found it annoying. Funny, how that works. You get what you want and it’s not what you expected. That wouldn’t be the case with the sex though.
Brock knocked on the door.
After a few moments, they heard light electronic music. Something like Enya, but not silly. Maybe it was Enya? Something Lance wouldn’t listen to except in the heat of sexual bliss. Not that he ever had.
Soft footsteps rose in volume as Brianna strutted confidently to the door. Lance turned to Brock as the doorknob turned from the inside.
Both gulped.
The door opened.
For the first time, Lance thought that Brock was seriously nervous. Understandable, considering what was on the other side of the door.
She was stunning. Beautiful. Gorgeous. The lacy string of her under garments caused his blood to circulate to all appendages. Brianna had applied the perfect amount of make-up, just a hint of eyeliner to accentuate those emerald eyes. A subtle glossing of the lips and that was about all. Traces of expensive perfume permeated the air. And then she dragged both boys into the room. The door closed. The vanilla scented candles and the perfume intoxicated Lance and he wished—in that moment—that he and Brianna were alone. Again, he found himself wishing that something bad would happen to Brock.
Something major.
If only he weren’t here.
If he were dead.
That’s your best friend.
Stop thinking this.
Why do your thoughts become violent during moments of intimacy?
Lance reminded himself that this was an ideal situation. He also reminded himself that this was the only way he could love Brianna, outwardly and cohesively.
These thoughts were broken when Brianna grabbed the back of Lance’s head. She yanked him in and then kissed him. Brock kissed her ears and then licked her neck, which drove Lance’s jealousy to the point of madness.
Brianna pulled away. Lance took in the sight of her perfect beauty. It truly was fantastic. Her skin shimmered in the candlelight and her features were sharp. Her emerald eyes squinted. She was an exotic, erotic animal. The see-through lingerie permitted visual stimuli. Enough to become erect and lose patience. He had to taste her flesh.
“Both of you take your clothes off,” she ordered.
“Yes... ” Brock pulled his shirt off, but Brianna halted him.
“I didn’t say talk. Don’t say anything unless I ask you to. Just strip.”
Lance removed his underwear. Standing next to Brock he felt insecure. Brianna acknowledged his expression by saying, “Don’t you dare feel like you’re less than Brock. His body and face are just as perfect as your mind and soul. There are no inhibitions and there are no jealousies here—just our fantasy, our pleasure, our intimacy. You can answer that you understand.”
Lance wasn’t going to argue. “I understand.”
“Good. Drop to your knees, crawl over here, and kiss my inner thighs. Make circles with your wet tongue,” she ordered Lance.
Then she looked to Brock and ordered, “You. Get over here and stuff my mouth.”
Their pleasure was great. Their bodies twisted together intimately in every position. When they were finished they lay naked, lightly convulsing. Soon after their initial sex they crawled out of bed and showered. The enclosure was big enough that they fit perfectly. They were silent as the warm water ran over their glistening bodies. They shared smiles and soft laughter as they touched and stroked each other.
Lance loved Brianna. He knew that he should accept this experience for what it was. He couldn’t. Hatred for his best friend polluted his fantasy. This hatred was uncontrollable. Couldn’t shake it, but only hide it. After drying off they returned to the bed and cranked the heat until it was cozy. They cuddled, naked, between the threaded cotton sheets.
“This moment is perfect, my boys.” Brianna looked from Lance to Brock. Humiliation possessed her and Lance could read it, easily. “I have love and friendship and lust. Having you both fulfills all my needs. I’m complete. How do you feel, Lance?”
She’d put him on the spot. This was a relationship of love and honesty. He’d agreed to that before they’d begun. Now, lying was his only option. His lies would taint this experiment and cause failure, but he couldn’t risk the negativity of his truth. He spoke, “I agree one hundred percent. I get to witness my best friend enjoy you physically while I enjoy you mentally. I’m fulfilled. I really am.” Lance smiled at Brianna. Gently, she kissed his cheek.
“I’m fulfilled too,” Brock stated.
Lance hated his best friend so much. Seething, he watched the creases in Brock’s forehead compress, a stern expression that reflected Brock’s confusion settled. Brock struggled for words. And when Brock struggled for words it meant that he was about to lie. “But I enjoy you mentally as well.”
“I didn’t mean to insult you, Brock. I swear, I just said what I was feeling. I love this.”
Brianna ran her fingers along Brock’s arm and said, “He means it, Brock. He’s your best friend and he’s just saying what he feels.”
“You’re right, Lance. My bad.”
Lance shook his head. “I would never insult you, Brock. The thing I appreciate most about this arrangement is that we are free. The three of us are free from lies, insecurities, and the impossible world around us.” Lance almost laughed. The ridiculous nature of this shallow philosophical banter was too much. Brock was too much of a moron to understand emotion and mature love, physical or otherwise. And Lance enjoyed causing Brock’s insecurity. The look on Brock’s face, now, was worth every lie he’d spoken. This was the product of stroking Brock’s limited intelligence. Brock was merely a test subject and the test subject believed Lance’s lie. It felt good to serve his friend poison. Every few seconds, Lance turned to Brianna to see if she was listening. Believing Brock was intelligent and not just a freakishly fit and handsome boy with limited to no intellect.
“Wow, thanks Lance. I appreciate that. The thing that I enjoy about this relationship is that we get to display our friendship in a physical manner. I’ve never been this sexually liberated in my life. I’ve done just about e
verything with every girl, but I had to sell them on a lie. With us, we can be whatever we want and do whatever we want without shame. You know?”
“That’s what this relationship is about.” Brianna capped off Brock’s thought. She quickly appeared shameful.
Lance wished that he’d recorded this interaction so that he could laugh at the silliness of it all. Then, an answer illuminated his mind: he could record their actions. Next time they had an encounter he would secretly film it. He enjoyed being intellectually superior to Brock. But he hated admitting that he’d been dominated in the physical realm, with Brock. That part hurt. Honestly, he didn’t know which part mattered more in life: being attractive and likeable or being smart and able to contribute to society. Who kept score and who cared?
“What’s going through that big brain of yours right now?” Brock asked Lance.
Lance actualized that he’d been lost in thought. Physically, he’d been lying on a bed, naked, with his best friends, but they could see that his inner thoughts were a million miles away. Now he would have to explain. A random answer wouldn’t suffice. “I was thinking about us, about this, about where the relationship is going and about where it ends.”
When Brianna smiled, Lance weakened. Dread found his stomach and sent an icy sensation into his bowels. He felt physically ill at the thought of not having Brianna. “Does it ever have to end?”
“I don’t know, does it?” Brianna’s lip curled. She closed her eyes and snuggled close to Brock.
Brock contributed, “It doesn’t. We’ve been best friends our entire lives. We know each other’s darkest secrets and desires. We can keep this secret too.”
“What does that mean though?” Lance challenged, thinking about how untruthful he was being. Lance was lying and if he was lying then certainly Brock was. Since Lance was considered the honest sect of the group then it was possible that Brianna was lying too. Like everything else in this life, this conversation about honesty was a lie.
“Well, for instance, Brianna is with Grady.” Brock slowly ran his eyes over Brianna’s shapely backside and touched her shoulder. His gentle touch rattled Lance’s jealousy. “If she wants to stay with Grady and we want to continue this... then that should be our secret and we should continue. The same goes for later on in life. When we get married. If at the age of forty we still want this relationship to exist then we can continue.”
Lance almost laughed at the stupidity of this comment. What an idiot. An asshole. Selfish. This sexual escapade would only last until Brock was sick of fucking Brianna. Lance didn’t matter and Brock would later tell him that the only reason he introduced this threesome relationship was because he wanted Lance to know what it was like to have sex with Brianna. He’d spin and project his selfishness onto Lance. But Lance was far from stupid. And Brock knew how much Lance loved Brianna. That was the other part of Brock that Lance loathed. Brock was aware of Lance’s disgust of Brock entering Brianna.
That fucking asshole! he wanted to scream, but couldn’t.
Now he wondered if his friends could sense his hatred brewing behind his glossy eyes.
Were they watching him lose his sanity?
3
The only time they left the bed was to get drinks and go to the bathroom. Easing her bare feet onto the floor, Brianna shivered. In the past few hours she’d easily counted three orgasms. Sadly, she wished that at least one of those orgasms had been instigated by Lance. None had. She’d climaxed to thoughts and visions of Brock. She could no longer deny that she had madly, intensely, fallen for Brock. She knew that Lance was aware. How long could she continue doing this? The last time they’d made love she knew that she needed to have Brock all to herself. The sex was amazing, each orgasm new and different. She’d savored every moment of intimacy. Now, she hated that the pleasure she received from Lance was in vain. There was an unstoppable awareness eating away at her soul. She relished in the idea of breaking Lance’s heart. Leading him into the abyss and crushing him was seduction. Each time Brock thrust into her she was not only pleasured by Brock’s cock, but by the fact that she was cheating on Lance. In a way, Lance was the one that made sense. She should be in love with Lance. She was supposed to be in love with him. He was good. Smart. Handsome even. But he wasn’t that one thing that Brock was: unattainable. She could never have Brock to herself even if she were to force the relationship, which she could. Every woman knew how to lure a boy into a relationship. But those relationships also included a trail of peripheral women and a lack of total commitment. Brock would never commit, not truly. If she were to force the relationship she might be able to get him to commit out of loyalty, but not love.
A girl could dream.
And how wrong was it that she enjoyed cheating? Just the thought caused her juices to flow. It was painful to hide this secret.
The thrill of being caught was insatiable. She decided to be honest with her boys. “I want to elevate the fantasy.” She captured the boy’s attention. “I want to cheat—with you two—while Grady is in the room.” She whispered. A smirk curled her lip.
Brock erupted into guttural laughter.
Lance also was unable to contain his laughter. He giggled in wimpy bursts. Contagiously, all three joined in abrupt laughter.
“You like fucking Brock in front of me, don’t you?” Lance seemed to toss this current train of thought and went for raw honesty.
Be true to this relationship, Brianna thought.
Brianna stammered. She knew that Lance was aware. Some things you just can’t hide. “And you hate Brock because I’m in love with him?”
“And none of us can have what we want or need, but together we can have everything?” Lance led the conversation.
“Jesus.” Brock contributed. He sounded stupid. “You guys really think that?”
“Brock, all you wanted to do was fuck me. You’ve wanted to since you hit puberty and you can’t help yourself. You don’t have deep meaningful feelings for me. You just want the sex. Your loyalty lies with Lance. Opening up the opportunity to get me in bed with Lance got you off.”
Brianna’s heart leapt as she watched Brock’s eyes redden, gloss over, and spill tears. He nodded successively.
“Brock.” Brianna ran her fingers across his chest.
“Yes,” Brock whimpered.
“Fuck me in front of Lance while I tell you how much I hate him.”
Brock turned to Lance.
Lance felt what Brianna was doing. He would experience ultimate sexual enlightenment if he allowed this belittling to occur. To accept ultimate humiliation would be ultimate bliss.
Brianna kissed Lance and then stated, “After I’m done fucking Brock while you watch and jerk off to how pathetic you are, we’ll kick him out of the room and I’ll make love to you like a real lover. I’ll make love to you as if we were truly in love.”
Lance couldn’t contain his sobs. He crawled backward to the corner of the bed and watched Brock crawl onto the woman he loved and fuck her so hard that she screamed upon orgasm. Brianna had never experienced this level of pleasure. Lance knew it.
“I hate having Lance with us, he’s so annoying,” Brianna role-played.
Brock laughed, “Give the guy a break, he’s my best friend. You want me, you gotta have him.”
Brianna looked to Lance who stroked himself.
Brianna shook her head and laughed. “Lance, you’re such a pathetic pig.”
Lance couldn’t resist. He stroked harder.
The fantasy unraveled.
4
“So, we give Grady a beer full of GHB and then wait until he passes out?” Brock asked.
“Safely.” Brianna continued. “Well, as safely as drugging someone can be.”
“And then we fuck each other... pretty much on top of him?” Lance solidified the plan.
“If that turns you on then let’s do it,” Brock stated.
“We’re evil. It’s this kind of behavior that makes me wonder if the devil exists.” Lance smiled
and shook his head uneasily.
They knew where the line was drawn and yet they’d grabbed each other’s hands and crossed that line together, as one. They took the wrong road at the fork. Bit off way more than they could chew. Gone too far. They knew it. Brock was the most accepting of these ideas.
“The Christmas party at Jeff Torrance’s house would be idealistic for this brand of debauchery.” Lance extracted sense and logic from this senseless and illogical idea.
“Are you okay with this?” Brianna asked Lance.
“If you want it, we’re doing it.” Lance nodded.
Brock slid out of bed, looked to his partners and said, “I think somebody here deserves a little private time with you.” Brock looked at Brianna.
Lance smiled in Brianna’s direction. Brianna retorted with genuine adoration. She would live up to her word. Brock would leave now and let Lance live out his fantasy, the one where he and Brianna were in love.
5
The Killer sat at the hotel bar accompanied by another Smiley Devil. This meeting was different. Instead of masks they wore expensive three-piece suits. No one would recognize him with his hair slicked back. He wore glasses for effect. To the public—other patrons of the bar—these Smiley Devils appeared as two businessmen negotiating.
The Killer fought his urge to smile when Brock entered the dreary setting. The bar was lit with red LED backlighting beneath a clear plastic counter. The effect was to draw an attractive visual of the liquor. And it worked. Standing tall, Brock walked to the illuminated, red under-lit bar and ordered a clear-liquored cocktail that appeared unthinkably inviting in its crimson appearance.
Very soon, this man would be taken from existence. The Killer would truly smile while watching Brock’s pupils dilate as the moment of death was captured by the faintest glimpse of his soul evacuating his body.
But what The Killer would perform afterward was the exciting part.
The fun would begin tomorrow.
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