The mask he wore was an owl’s face. It had dark, empty pits where the eyes should be. Grey lines radiated out from the owls eyes and down to a hooked beak that looked to be for tearing flesh. Dark hair was styled up in the purposeful messiness that guys worked hard to achieve in LA giving the horrible owl face an almost comical ridiculousness – almost.
He sprung from the window and stalked across the room toward her and she finally found her fear. When it hit her, it was a wash of cold, pure terror that made her muscles burn like holding ice and her heart hurt with a stabbing pain every time in beat inside her chest. The gooseflesh that prickled over her skin made her sweat feel like it was frozen.
Her legs were full of concrete, but she fought to stand. Her knees didn’t want to bend.
His legs were so long and skinny. He seemed to cross the room in three or four strides.
She made for the door which was the only exit from the room unless she planned to hide in the bathroom. The interior doors of her apartment were hollow and would give her about as much protection as a sheet of cardboard. She got her legs to move, but he was already there and closed the door with her trapped inside with him.
“Lay down on the bed.” His voice was not deep, but it had an odd muffled sound. The consonants were crisp and sharp. The vowels had wet “S” tones before and after them as his voice hissed and echoed off the hard interior of the mask in a way that hurt her ears.
She backed away from him. Gia thought about going for the bathroom despite the distance and the poor protection of the door. She considered diving out the window even if she would break a bone doing it. He had climbed up somehow.
She could scream, but some part of her brain told her no one would care in Los Angeles. Gia tried to tell herself that wasn’t true, but she was afraid to try. The only screamer in her apartment was the word printed across her ass. She was so good at it in her movies, but couldn’t find her voice when it really mattered.
Her ass hit the bedside table knocking over the lamp and the alarm clock. When they hit the floor, she heard the bulb shatter.
He popped and hissed from behind the owl mask again. “Get on the bed and do everything I say. Now.”
She shook her head and it made her headache pound behind her eyes. Tears erupted finally and she slurred. “No. I don’t want to. Don’t do this to me. Don’t hurt me, please.”
He backed away and held up her hands. The owl hissed. “Grits.”
Gia shook her head and cried in a voice too small and pinched off to be heard outside the bedroom even with the open window, “No. No. No. No.”
The owl shook its head and sharp beak. “Hey, grits, grits, grits, Gia. Listen to me. Grits.”
He pulled up the mask on top of his head so that it matted down his perfect muss of dark hair. He said, “Safe word. Grits, Gia. I won’t hurt you. Stop crying.”
Her sob caught in her throat and she blinked. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m … Jack. I thought this was what you told me to do … that we were playing. You were going to use the safe word, if you wanted it to stop. If you were acting, I’m sorry. If you were not, I’m sorry too, I guess. I’ll just go. Jesus, I never should have agreed to this. I’m going to end up in jail.”
He turned and sprinted toward the window. When he was halfway there, she called out, “Stop!”
He froze in his tracks with the owl mask still perched on top of his head. “Don’t call the cops.”
“Jack?” she said. “You’re Jack? Jack the Liker?”
“Yes.” He turned his head slightly, but would not look back directly at her. “I read the messages three times, Gia. I thought I had done all of it just like you said. You said to surprise you, where to come in, to get creative with the mask, and all of that. I thought I did it right.”
“Oh, shit, I was scared. My heart’s still beating out of my chest,” she said.
“I am really fucking sorry. I swear I thought I was doing it right.”
“I may have had a couple glasses of wine more than usual that night when I typed all those things out,” Gia said.
He nodded bobbing the owl mask. “I will never bother you again. I swear.”
She cleared her throat and said, “Don’t go.”
He pulled the mask off the top of his head and held it in his hand down by his side. Looking at the stark white interior of the mask and the eye holes from behind was almost creepier than the owl face.
She felt dizzy as blood rushed into her head and through her body. Her headache was gone and her fingers were tingling.
“I need to go,” Jack said.
“I want you to stay,” she said.
“I don’t do this kind of stuff. I never do. Now I never will again for sure,” he said. “This isn’t me at all. I nearly threw up in my car before I got out. I was so scared. I’m surprised I didn’t piss myself.”
“Turn around, Jack.”
She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed a few times. He turned around and looked at the floor next to her instead of up at her. Gia took off her tee shirt and let it fall to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He was looking up at her now.
“I’m scared,” he said. His voice had gone from the harsh echo behind the mask to a breathy whisper.
“Put the mask back on,” she said.
“This is messed up,” he said. “No offense. You thought I was really here to hurt you. You were really afraid. I don’t want to make you scared.”
She licked her lips. “I’m feeling a lot of things right now. I’ll use the safe word, if I start feeling … whatever. You can too.”
He sighed and looked away from her breasts. “I don’t know. Maybe I can just call you … message you later.”
“Do you want me?” Gia asked.
Gia saw his chest heave and he blinked several times. She did ask herself mentally what she thought she was doing exactly. She questioned her own sanity more than she had while looking for her phone under the same magazines again. This time she was doing something completely different than she had ever done before. Maybe it was the sanest thing she had ever done in that sense. She knew it was crazy, but if she was rejected by Jack the Liker after everything else she had been through, she wasn’t sure she could take it. Maybe she was using porn logic, but she wanted to be desired and she wanted to be taken. Her heart was still racing and her head was swimming and she was feeling a mix of other emotions now that she felt like she had the power again.
“Of course, I do.” He breathed. His voice was too small to be heard outside the bedroom. “Everyone wants you.”
“I want someone to want me again.” She bit her lip and then said, “Put the mask back on, Jack. Play my game.”
He brought the mask back up and fumbled with the straps, but he got the sick looking thing back over his face. She had been to a few conventions to promote movies and she was always so disturbed by the crazy horse and unicorn head masks that people wore sometimes. There was always a creep or two running around in them.
She shivered as she stared into the dead, dark eyes of the owl. She almost used the safe word again. She knew that if she broke the scene one more time, Jack would probably flee for sure. The twinge of fear made her tingle all over.
Her nipples were like bullets. She reached up and pulled at them as Jack watched through the mask.
“Can you get back into character?” she asked.
The owl face nodded.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down. As she stepped out, she realized that she had not dressed for role playing. She was wearing a pair of old cotton panties with multicolored hearts on them.
She looked up and saw a bulge in the front of Jack’s tight jeans. She supposed the panties were good enough to do the job.
“Will you tell me what to do like you did before, Jack?”
The owl nodded.
Gia smiled and put her hands on her hips. “I want you to play my game with me.”
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nbsp; A change came over him. She could not read his expression through the lifeless mask, but she read it in his body. His stature shifted. His muscles tightened under his black clothes and his shoulders rolled forward like a creature ready to strike. Gia stared at the hooked beak and imagined it tearing flesh as it fed upon its prey. She shivered again.
The owl growled in his slushy vowels and harsh, inhuman consonants. “Take off your panties too.”
She smiled. “If that’s what you want …”
“Do it now.”
Her smile faded, but she slid the panties down to her ankles. She was happy to be rid of them for the role play. She had not shaved for a couple days. The works were a little prickly. She had not prepared for the game well and she hoped that he didn’t notice too much. If he wore a condom …
Gia stepped out of her panties. “Am I really doing this?” She thought. This is really what I’m going to follow through with all because my cheap ass fiancé wouldn’t fuck me in a men’s room?
She straightened up and found herself staring into the dead pits of the owl’s eyes. He was close enough to touch her, but his hands were down by his sides. She crossed her arms over her breasts. The owl’s head tilted a few degrees to the left. She thought if Don could get any of this on film it would be gold. If she had her phone, she could record it herself. The Purple Devil Blogger would have quite a bit to say about that.
“Put your arms down,” he growled against the hard surface of the inside of the mask.
Gia dropped her hands to her side exposing her breasts again. He lifted his hand and his fingers danced in the air over her left breast. She thought about the moment her fingers had danced above the phone when she invited Jack to play. Her decision to touch the keys that day had led to the moment of this touch.
Jack’s hand closed over her breast. His touch was so light that she had to concentrate to feel where his fingers contacted her flesh. His breathing was harsh inside the mask. He closed his hand tighter and lifted her breast as if he was testing the weight. His fingers slid down and pinched the nipple.
Gia sucked in air through her teeth and moaned. He pinched a little harder and she bit down on her lip. He pulled the nipple out extending her breast and changing the shape of it. He relented again before he pulled it once more.
“What will you do for me?” he asked.
She swallowed. “Anything you ask. Anything you tell me to do.”
He let go of her breast and tilted his head the other way. “Tell me something you will do for me.”
Gia licked her lips. “I will touch you.”
“What else?” The final ‘S’ was particularly harsh.
“I will suck on you.”
“What else?”
“You can fuck me.”
“What else?”
Gia swallowed. “You can have me any way you want me. Anything. Everything.”
The owl leaned closer to her face and she looked down. She could say the safe word any time she wanted it to end. She felt that power, but as her eyes cast down before the owl, she realized she was taking the beta role. She was playing the part of the girl overpowered.
The owl whispered. “Show me something.”
She felt the flesh prickle up her back and she was suddenly more aware of her nakedness. She lowered to her knees and undid his belt. He did not push her hands away like Don had done. Jack the owl really did want her to show him something. He was wearing a braided belt. It was cracked down to a grayish core. It couldn’t be more tacky. Gia began to wonder if Jack had a woman in his life to tell him things like the fact that braided belts were a mistake. She pictured herself standing by a wedding cake with owl figures on top and she would tell the cute story of how they had met during a funny little role play.
She took his cock out. He was hard and curved a little to the right. He wasn’t particularly big. Don was bigger, but he wasn’t very generous in any way, in the bedroom included. Don did not want her to show him something.
“Are you waiting for an invitation?” Jack asked.
She took him into her mouth. He moaned inside the mask as she sucked on him. His next instruction was breathy and she almost missed it. “Use … your tits … like they do in the movies.”
Gia stifled a smile. She had an idea of what “movies” he was referring to. She used her elbows to push her breasts together and wrapped them around him. He wasn’t long enough to get to her mouth like Don was. She spit down between her breasts when she started feeling the friction. She started to feel guilty about what she was doing, then she started thinking about half pay in PayPal and the feelings of guilt melted into something more naughty and secretive. She couldn’t come up with a word for the mix of emotions inside her. She thought about the phrase “soul friction,” but she didn’t know where it had come from.
His voice shook as he finally said, “Okay. Okay. Get up on the bed. On the bed.”
He was exuding excitement and a boyish glee at getting laid more than he was giving off the vibe of the mysterious stranger. Gia was wet, so it was working for her whatever it was. As good as cotton heart panties, she thought.
He climbed up on top of her. His knee went into her thigh and she hissed. He widened his legs and mumbled behind the mask. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Gia said. “Just fuck me.”
He shifted around and she felt the head of his cock sliding around her. He couldn’t see inside the mask. She reached down and guided him in. He gave a shuddering breath and turned his masked face to the side as his body shook.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?” His voice came small again – out of character.
“You are already in. We can stop, if you want, but I’ve wanted to be good and fucked for some time.”
He started pumping into her. His braided belt from his open pants jingled in a way that made her think about Christmas. He was clothed and she was naked which made her feel naughty and exposed even if she ignored the strange mask. More soul friction. “How do you spit on a soul?” She wondered. His pace increased.
“Get up on your hands and knees.” The sharp voice behind the mask was back. “Do it now.”
He slid out and she flipped over like he had ordered and flared her ass for him. He worked his manhood around blindly again and she reached back between her legs to help him, but he found the spot and slid all the way in. He grabbed her hips and started slapping into her from behind. She began backing into him and his rhythm went off pattern.
She wondered if he would cum inside her or on her. She was curious to see. It had been enjoyable, but she hadn’t cum. The entire thing was exhilarating at first, but the actual sex had been rather vanilla.
He pulled out and she thought he had chosen to cum on her ass. He must have watched enough porn and was getting his chance to cum on a willing woman for real just like in the “movies.”
Jack turned to the side and stroked himself as thick strings of ejaculate shook off the end of his cock onto her carpet. She stared over her shoulder with her bare ass still up in the air toward him. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her to see that happen aside from the fact that a stranger in an owl mask jerking off on her floor was inherently disturbing anyway. Gia thought that him cumming on her wasn’t exactly better than the carpet except that she already had so much trouble keeping her apartment clean.
She rolled to her side naked on her bed and curled up facing him as he finished up and shook off the last bit from his shrinking cock. He coughed twice inside the mask and started zipping up. He refastened the braided belt with practiced expertise. “Sorry … Sorry, I can clean that up before I go.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Did you have fun?”
He coughed again and pulled up the mask onto his sweaty hair. “Jesus, I almost passed out in there. That was intense.”
She smiled and then frowned. He wasn’t looking at her, so she figured he wouldn’t be insulted by the expression. It was a decent quickie with some odd props. Th
ey would have to practice, if they wanted to get more comfortable with their roles or maybe try something different. She furrowed her brow and thought, am I thinking about doing this again? Really? She wondered not for the first time whether Don might be fucking other girls at his house on the beach while he wasn’t calling her and only paying half of what he owed. She couldn’t imagine that he was refusing all blowjobs.
Jesus, what the hell did I just do? Gia licked her lips and shook her head at the thought. She suddenly wanted a hot shower.
Jack cleared his throat and continued to stare down on the spot on the floor where his cum stood out on the carpet in irregular designs. “What do you see?” She thought. “Tell me about your mother.”
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