“Your heart, your fucking heart—it makes me bleed!” I belted out the opening line and instantly realized my mistake. “No wait, hold on!”
It was too late. The judges were already voting me off. I had just said fuck on live television. It was the original line of the song, but not the one I rehearsed. I was supposed to say freaking, not fucking. My microphone was cut before I could even try to explain and then I was escorted off stage. They didn’t even escort me to the dressing room. I was escorted straight to the exit and a few minutes later, another member of the security team walked to the door and tossed my duffel bag on the ground beside me. The door slammed and my my opportunity was over.
“Fuck! Why did I say fuck?” I ran up to the wall and slammed the side of my fist into it.
I returned home to the small mountain town of Blue Ridge with my head hung in shame. Everyone I knew was watching that show. The mayor had hung a banner for me in the middle of town after I qualified for the show. He even set up a booth for tourists to get their pictures taken with a cardboard cutout of me holding my guitar. Blue Ridge was a tourist trap, so it got a lot of traffic. I had never known depression like I felt when I stepped off that bus and realized I was going to be stuck in Blue Ridge forever. The show was my ticket out.
“I’m sorry, honey.” My mother walked up and wrapped her arms around me. “Come on, let’s go home.”
“Dad didn’t come?” I looked towards the car when we approached.
“No, he—well.” She sighed.
“He’s ashamed of me.” I shook my head and tossed my guitar in the backseat.
“I would say he’s ashamed—it was just unexpected.” She sighed again. “The guitar part sounded good.”
“Thanks...” I turned towards the window and stared as my mother drove me home.
I quickly became the laughing stock of Blue Ridge. Someone created a video of my performance and the deer in the headlights look I had on my face after I said fuck. They edited it to make me look as awful as possible, and of course—it went viral. People mocked me by asking for an autograph or playing the video when I walked by. Even my girlfriend dumped me. I had gone from budding rock star to social outcast. My high school graduation couldn’t come soon enough, and although I couldn’t really afford to leave Blue Ridge, I did so anyway.
I’d rather sleep in my car than deal with anymore of this shit.
I started over in New York City where it was easy to blend into the crowd. I grew my hair longer, dyed it black instead of blond, and started waiting tables at a restaurant. It wasn’t the rock star life I wanted, but it was better than the stardom I ended up with. I even started going by my middle name, Mark, just to further distance myself from the stigma my first name had. Kurt Dawson would always be the kid that said fuck on television. He would always be the guy that became a YouTube meme. I just wanted to forget it and live my life in the cold misery I had created for myself.
PRESENT DAY
“You’re Kurt Dawson, aren’t you?” The man at one of the tables I was waiting looked up when I approached.
“No.” I felt every muscle in my body tense up as I shook my head. “My name is Mark.”
“Relax, I’m not here because I want to harass you about your past.” He waved a hand at me. “I’d like to talk with you about something—an opportunity, perhaps? When do you get off work?”
“I’m not doing an interview and I’m sure as hell not doing one of those Where Are They Now segments.” I clicked my pen. “But if you’d like to order some food, welcome to Olive Ranch.”
“Like I said, I’m not here to harass you about your past. This is about something else. I promise it’ll be worth your time.” He picked up the menu and scanned it. “I’ll even give you a hundred thousand dollars.”
“Wait, what?” My eyes got so wide they nearly bulged out of my head.
“My name is Ethan Prince—you’ve probably seen my name on the big building downtown.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. “PrinceSoft?”
“Yeah, I know who you are. Well, I mean—I know your name.” I nodded and stared at the card.
“I’ll have the spaghetti.” He put the menu down and smiled.
I knew about PrinceSoft. Their name was on several of the dating apps I used to get through the lonely nights. I had even tried their premier one—Soulmate. It was a complete disappointment. As it turned out, that was the app Ethan Prince wanted to talk to me about. He said I did have a soulmate and she was right there in New York City. The hundred thousand dollars he mentioned was mine if I agreed to meet her. After living in poverty for long, I would have done about anything for that kind of money, so I quickly agreed to sign the contract. I had no idea if I would like the girl that was my supposed soulmate, but I would sure like spending Ethan Prince’s money.
“WHAT ABOUT YOU, KID? What’s your story?” Boyd looked over at me and tapped a cigarette out of his pack.
“I’m a waiter.” I shrugged and looked around the group. “I tried the app and didn’t get a match.”
Violet was stuck in Madison Grove with Gary due to a storm so the rest of us, minus Ethan, were just killing time on the back patio. I appeared to be one of the youngest guys there, and I felt out of place between a gigantic mechanic named Boyd and a former cage fighter named Miguel. They made me feel like a small child with their bulging muscles and rugged looks. If that wasn’t bad enough, the two guys across from me were twins that looked like they were cut out of a Calvin Klein magazine and photocopied.
“Why do I know the name Kurt Dawson?” The twin named Alex looked at his brother, Ben.
“I don’t know, but it’s familiar.” Ben looked up as if he was trying to remember something.
“I’m the fuck kid.” I just decided to blurt it out because I knew they would figure it out eventually.
“Wait a second.” Miguel looked at me with a strange stare. “Oh shit, you are the fuck kid!”
“What the fuck is a fuck kid?” Boyd looked around confused.
“Stop it.” Ethan walked out of the house and pulled the door closed. “Kurt didn’t come here to be ridiculed.”
“It’s fine.” I looked at Ethan and shrugged. “I knew if I used my real name, someone would figure it out. I’ve been running from that shit for two years. If Violet is supposed to be my soulmate, she should know the truth from the start.”
“That’s admirable.” Ethan walked over and took a seat at the table. “Violet will like that about you.”
“So yeah, about Violet.” Miguel leaned forward. “What happens after she meets all of us and we get our money? I mean, if we’re her soulmates, where do we go from here?”
“I’ve been wondering that myself.” Boyd nodded. “I mean, I had a lot of fun, but is this just some sex thing where you’re paying us to fuck your girl?”
“No.” Ethan shook his head back and forth. “It isn’t that at all. I truly believe that Violet’s algorithm is correct and we are all her soulmates. I also think we might need each other in a way.”
“Need each other?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Boyd and Miguel can tell those of you that haven’t spent time with Violet yet that she’s a very special woman. I’ve known it since she hacked my security system, although I never saw it becoming more than a business relationship back then.” Ethan looked around the table. “I love her to death, but I’ll never be able to be the perfect boyfriend or husband. My work keeps me busy. It’s my passion, but it doesn’t change how much I love Violet.”
“Well I don’t mind keeping her warm while you work late.” Boyd chuckled and nodded. “If that’s what you’re saying.”
“That’s precisely it, Boyd. Let me ask you two something.” Ethan waved his finger between Miguel and Boyd. “Do either of you feel jealous about Violet being with one of the other guys at this table, or Gary?”
“You know, I don’t.” Boyd tilted his head. “And I’m a very jealous man normally.”
“Preci
sely my point.” Ethan nodded.
“Yeah, I mean...” Miguel twisted his lip as if he was lost in contemplation. “If you told me she was inside with some other dude, I’d probably lose my shit, but no—I don’t really feel that about any of you.”
“See, that’s it. That’s why I believe the algorithm is right and we really are her soulmates. I’ve never believed in a higher power. I actually thought the app was going to prove love was nothing more than a complex math equation, but I’m starting to question that.” Ethan drummed his fingers on the table. “I don’t know if we’ve fully figured it all out yet, but I think each of us has a place in Violet’s life.”
“Yeah, but how does that work?” Ben leaned forward against the table. “I mean, none of us live here in New York except you and Kurt. Are we just supposed to visit when we’re horny? I’m lost here...”
“Would any of you have a problem moving to New York?” Ethan looked around the table. “I mean, I know it isn’t something that happens overnight, but I own this mansion. I bought it specifically for the purpose of bringing us all together. If you want to stay here, you can.”
“Ya know.” Miguel shrugged. “There ain’t nothing left for me in Nevada except booze and strippers—I doubt they’ll miss me.”
“My shop has been struggling for a while. I mean, I get by, but I’m sure I could find something else to do.” Boyd nodded and stared at the table.
“My brother and I are hoping we get drafted to the NFL, but we could definitely live here in the off-season.” Alex looked at his brother and they both nodded. “It wouldn’t be impossible, if we decide that we want to do that after we spend some time with Violet.”
“I’m sure as fuck not going anywhere.” I shrugged my shoulders. “This place is certainly better than my shitty apartment.”
“Then I think we’ve just solved our first problem—as a family.” Ethan smiled and nodded to the group.
Chapter 14: Violet
Everyone seemed rather chummy when Gary and I got back. They were laughing and talking in the living room like old friends. It also appeared that they were enjoying the free booze Ethan was providing. Even the pale, dark haired guy, who had been mostly silent up to that point, seemed to be enjoying himself. Seeing them together like that and happy made me smile. The strangest part of all was seeing Ethan in the middle of the group. I rarely saw him smile when we weren’t together. As far as I knew, he didn’t really have many friends. Most of his social contacts were business associates.
“Violet, you’re back!” Ethan waved when he saw me and put down his drink.
“Sorry we’re late. It took us a while to get going this morning.” I looked at Gary and grinned.
“Hmm.” Ethan narrowed his eyes at me. “I take it you had a good trip?”
“It was a great trip.” I nodded and continued to grin.
“Thank you for what you did for my dog.” Gary extended his hand to Ethan. “You’re a lifesaver.”
“A handshake? Come on.” Ethan grabbed Gary and hugged him. “We’re family now.”
“Hey, Violet?” I looked in the direction of my name and saw the pale, dark haired guy approaching. “I’m Kurt. I know we haven’t had a chance to be properly introduced.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Kurt. Would you like to go somewhere and talk? I’d like to get to know you.” I smiled and motioned towards one of the side rooms that joined with the living room.
“Sure, that would be great.” Kurt nodded and followed me as I headed towards the room.
I sat down with Kurt and we started talking. He seemed to be very inquisitive. He asked a lot of questions and paid careful attention to what I said. After he redirected the conversation a few times, I realized he was actually avoiding any discussion about his own life. I could see hurt in his eyes. He looked like he had been wounded in some way, and whatever did it, had left a deep impact on his soul. I had never met him before we sat down together, but I felt an intense need to protect him. I had never felt that way about the other guys. I was usually the one that needed protecting, not the other way around.
“If I keep talking about my life, I’m going to have to start repeating myself to keep the conversation going.” I reached over the touched his hand. “Tell me something about yourself. It doesn’t have to be whatever you’re nervous about—anything will do.”
He finally opened up, but it was still slow. He told me about his life in Blue Ridge, growing up in a small mountain town, and how he was kind of an outcast because he wasn’t a jock. The details started ringing bells in my memories and I realized his secret, even before he admitted it. He was the fuck kid. I was ashamed to remember the number of times I watched the video while hysterically laughing with my friends. I never thought about the damage it was probably doing to the poor guy that made the mistake. Hearing his story, and the complications it brought to his life, made me tear up slightly.
“You can laugh now.” He shrugged. “If that is what you want to do.”
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’m not going to laugh at you. In fact, I’m going to do something that takes your mind off of that video completely.”
I had never wielded my sexuality like that—as a way of distracting someone from their pain. Kurt was very docile and submissive when I reached out and ran my hand along his leg. He tensed up when I squeezed his cock. His arms were practically rigid against the back of the couch and there was panic in his face. I moved my hand away and studied his expression for a moment. He wasn’t enjoying himself. I might have been distracting him from his story about the video, but it wasn’t in a good way. The reality hit me like a lighting bolt.
“Kurt, are you a virgin?” I leaned back against the couch.
“Yes.” He nodded with the same panicked look in his eyes.
“Wow, okay—so different approach.” I smiled and put my hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to come on so strong.”
“No, I mean—I liked it.” He nodded. “I just don’t really know what to do.”
“Close your eyes for a moment.” I scooted closer to him.
“Okay.” He nodded and closed one eye, seemingly still rather terrified, but then finally closed the other one.
“Just pretend I’m not here for a moment. You’re alone in your room and you’re feeling the urge—you know the one I’m talking about, right?” I watched as his breathing got a little harder.
“Yeah.” He nodded quickly.
“Nobody’s home, it’s just you and your cock. I bet you’d take it out and play with it, wouldn’t you?” I smiled when his breathing got even deeper.
“Yes.” He nodded quickly again.
“Okay, do it.” I leaned against the couch. “Pretend you’re all alone.”
There was a lot of hesitation. His fingers were practically trembling when he started to unbutton his jeans. He pushed them down below his balls and I saw his dick starting to get hard. For a guy that wasn’t stacked like the rest of the men I had been with, he had a rather large cock. He squeezed it in his hand and after a few seconds of concern, he finally started to move his hand up and down the shaft. Watching him pleasure himself made me start to get wet and as badly as I wanted to get on top of him and ride his beautiful cock until I exploded, I knew I still had to take it slow.
“Okay, what are you thinking about now?” I leaned a little closer to him. “What is going through your mind?”
“I’m—uh.” The words got caught in his throat.
“Tell me.” I lightly kissed his cheek. “Tell me what you’re fantasizing about to get your cock so hard.”
“I’m thinking about...” He gasped for a moment. “I’m thinking about you—ya know.”
“Sucking it?” I ran my tongue along his ear.
“Yeah.” He nodded quickly.
“Do you want me to?” I ran my hand down his chest and paused when it got to his cock.
“Yes!” He nodded even faster.
I leaned forward and licked the t
op of his glans. He continued stroking for a moment, but then his hand fell away. I opened my mouth wide and started rolling my tongue around his girth. He moaned and started to shake with pleasure. I brought the tip of his dick into my mouth and started coating it with my saliva as I moved down his shaft. His fists tightened and after a few trips from his glans to his balls, I felt him start to buckle at the waist. He ejaculated quickly, coating my mouth with his sticky cum. I swallowed it all as he gasped for air and his muscles jerked. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me as I leaned back on the couch.
“I’m sorry.” He looked at me and swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean for it to happen so quick.”
“It’s okay, there’s nothing to worry about.” I pulled him close and held him.
We cuddled for about fifteen minutes before I saw his cock started to get hard again. I knew the second time would take him longer. We kissed and even his timidness sent fireworks coursing through me. We undressed each other slowly and I could tell he was savoring the sight of my naked body. He paid a lot of attention to my breasts, squeezing and licking them before he finally started moving his hands down my hips. I straddled him on the couch and sank down on his cock, feeling it go deep before I started to move up and down it slowly. His eyes sparkled with excitement when he felt my pussy for the first time.
“Oh god, that feels really good!” He smiled a little wider and then I felt a smack on my ass.
“You must have seen that in porn.” I tilted my head and continued to ride his cock.
“Yeah.” He nodded and then I saw a little concern. “Was I not supposed to do that?”
“Real girls...” I leaned in until my lips were against his ear. “Like it a lot harder than that.”
His cock practically erupted when he felt my lips on his ear. The only thing that seemed to stop it was the fact he had already ejaculated once. I put my hands on his shoulders and started moving faster on his cock. He seemed to work up some confidence after he smacked my ass a few times. His hand explored my body while he grunted with pleasure. I felt the pressure rising as I bounced on him, feeling him go deep each time. I kept his cock against my g-spot the entire time and when the pressure started to hit the point of no return, I was in bliss. I started to orgasm and when my pussy spasmed on his cock, he immediately jerked forward. He ejaculated even harder the second time as he filled me with his seed.
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