by JB Duvane
“Get on your fucking knees, you little slut.” He pushes me down and starts to undo his pants. I’m down on the floor and a huge cock pops out and he forces it into my mouth while holding the back of my head. I’m up against the wall again and this guy is fucking my face.
He’s thrusting into me harder and deeper than any guy ever has and it scares me, but I just let it happen. I keep hoping that something is going to kick in, that I will go back to being turned on, but I don’t.
I don’t understand it. Everything this guy has done so far has felt amazing, but now nothing feels right. I wanted this. Part of me really hoped that if I found a guy who made me feel certain things that everything would just fall into place. Plus, I thought he understood what I was telling him about Danny. I thought he knew that I needed to take things slow.
I just don’t understand why everything suddenly feels so different. I liked this guy He’s hot and has a total Dom vibe that I was into at the restaurant, but somehow everything has changed and now I’m just praying for him to finish.
I feel him shoot down my throat and when he pulls his cock out of my mouth, he pushes me over and to the side. I’m not very steady after what just happened and I wind up on my hands and knees on the floor. I see my purse next to me and grab it, then pull myself up the wall. “I need to leave,” I say as I turn the doorknob, my hand visibly shaking.
“Just hold on a minute,” Trey says as he pushes the door closed with one hand. He’s standing behind me and he’s keeping me from leaving and I’m really scared now. “I thought you were into all this. Were you just feeding me a bunch of bullshit?”
“I’m not feeling very good. I just want to go, Trey.” He’s just standing there, breathing on my neck, but not touching me or saying anything. “You had some fun, didn’t you?” I’m trying desperately to keep the situation calm so I can just get out the door. “Maybe we can do this another time. When I’m feeling a little better. I just want to go home now, okay?” I close my eyes and silently pray that he lets me open the door.
He kicks the door and I jump. “Fucking fine!” he yells. I don’t even turn around. I just pull the door open as fast as I can and run out. I hear the door slam behind me when I get to my car and I’m shaking as I pull away. I’m so fucking glad that I’m not in his house anymore that I can barely focus on driving my damned car.
When I get back to Breanna’s I knock on her door. I can’t bear the thought of crying out on the couch in the living room with her roommates still up.
“Oh my God, Aubrey, what happened?”
“Nothing,” I say. I jump face first onto her bed, then put one of her pillows over my head.
“You went out with one of those guys from Domlife tonight, right? I saw the site up on your computer. Did something happen?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I say from under the pillow, then feel my head become exposed as it gets pulled off.
“I can’t hear you with this thing covering your head. What happened, Aubrey?”
I roll over on my back and look up at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I thought I’d be into it, but I wasn’t.” I feel so stupid and ashamed, but I know it’s better to talk about it with Brea than to wallow.
“Into what?”
I can feel the tears running down the sides of my face again. I’m so fucking embarrassed I just want to die. I want to hide from everyone and hope that the whole world just blows up in the next few days so that I don’t have to deal with whatever the hell is going on in my crazy head. “I don’t know, the guy, I guess. Maybe the whole thing.” The idea that I don’t know exactly what it is that bothers me or what I actually want is the worst part. It makes me feel like I don’t know myself at all. That maybe I never will. “The guy was hot, and he seemed nice—“
“Show me his profile.”
I sit up and grab my laptop off the bedside table. “I mean, I know it all happened kind of fast, but I thought maybe it would be fun. No big deal, you know?” I’m talking and typing at the same time. “He started kissing my neck and that was nice, and he had me pinned against the wall, which I was into, but then something changed.”
“With him or with you?”
“Both, I guess. I just didn’t feel like continuing.”
“But he did?”
“Yeah.”
“Did he?”
“Yeah.”
“Did he force you?”
“Yeah, well, kinda. But that’s what I wanted, Brea. That’s why I feel so confused. That is what I wanted—”
“But then you didn’t,” Brea said. “That’s not cool of him to keep going if you changed your mind.”
“I know, but that’s not why I’m upset, really.”
“What then?”
“I’m upset because … now I feel like I don’t know what I can trust … inside me.”
I get to the site where I’d found Trey and see that there’s another red envelope in the upper right corner of the screen. I click on it and see a new message in my inbox. I wonder if it’s Trey again, writing to tell me what a loser I am, but it’s from someone else.
“I think you can trust yourself, Aubrey. You gotta give yourself a break. You just met him. He wasn’t the right guy for you—“
“What the hell?” I say, cutting Breanna off. “Check this out.”
“What is it?” she asks as she scoots next to me on the bed. “An invitation to an audition?” she reads out loud. “Who is this from?”
I scroll to the bottom, then back up to the top to read the whole thing over again. “It says it’s from Daddy K and Daddy G. Who the hell are they?”
“Click on their profiles. There should be something on here about them.”
I go to their profiles. “They look like every other Dom profile on the site, except they don’t have the same kind of profile pics that the other guys do.”
“Yeah they both look like stock photos or something. Go back to the email. I want to read it again. Did it really say something about five-hundred-thousand dollars?”
“Yeah, it says here ’An audition for the chance to experience a night—or more—with one of two of the most eligible Daddies in the United States, as well as a cash prize of five-hundred-thousand. There will be two winners and each candidate will compete in a variety of tasks, each determining her skill level as a sub as well as her compatibility with Daddy K or Daddy G.’”
“Wow, do you think this for real? Why did they send it to you?” Brea asks.
“I have no idea. I haven’t logged on here in months. I don’t know what to think of it at all. How would I even go about checking something like this out?”
“Hey, go to the general forum and see if it’s posted there.”
I click around until I find the place where general announcements are posted and one of the top posts is about the same event. “Here it is. Holy shit, it’s got over one-thousand comments!” I scroll down and Breanna and I read through them all, mostly out loud to each other.
“It looks like pretty much everyone is asking the same question as us.”
“You can all rest assured ladies,” I read out loud from user Daddy K. “This offer is legitimate. Auditions begin next Friday.” I scroll down a little further but that’s the end of the thread. “That’s all there is.”
“Maybe they’ll post more tonight or tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I hope so.”
“Are you thinking about doing it?” Breanna asks.
I look at her, feeling like a completely insane person because I had a feeling the second I read the email that I knew exactly what my answer was going to be. But now I’m positive. “Yeah, I’m gonna do it.”
Graham
I pop my head around the corner into Kyle’s office and see him sitting there with his head in his hands.
“Rough night?” I ask. He looks up at me and I can see that he’s in no mood for jokes. “What’s up? Aren’t we going over these financial reports? I’ve been waiting in my office for a half ho
ur.”
Kyle moves his hands over his face, then back up into his hair. “Sit down, man.”
“What’s going on?” I take a seat on a leather couch that’s identical to the one in my office, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. I’ve never seen Kyle like this before. He can be thoughtless and self absorbed a lot of the time, but he’s usually pretty upbeat. Right now, with dark circles under his eyes and his face paler than I’ve ever seen it, he looks like complete hell.
“I found out why neither one of us has heard from Peterson in over a week.”
“Why? Did he take an extended vacation without telling us?”
“Yeah, you can say that.”
Kyle just sits there staring at me. After almost a minute I start to lose my patience. “What’s going on, Kyle?”
“Evan Peterson stole all of our money.”
“What? What are you talking about? Who’s money?”
“Our money,” he says as he points his finger back and forth between us. “The company’s money.” He circles his finger in the air.” All of it. It’s gone.”
“You mean in the corporate accounts?”
“Yes. All of them.”
“Payroll?”
“Yes.”
“The investments?”
“Yes.”
“You’re saying that all the money in every single one of our accounts is gone?”
“Yes.”
“Wait, that doesn’t make any sense. The money has to be somewhere. Where the hell is it, Kyle?”
He puts his hands up in the air and shakes his head. “It’s gone, man. And so is Evan. He’s not answering his phone or his texts.”
“I can’t believe he would do this, Kyle. Do you think maybe he just hasn’t gotten them yet?”
“What I think is, he turned his phone off or threw it away or whatever criminals do when they don’t want to be found.”
“No, that’s not possible. He wouldn’t do that to us. There has to be a mistake.” I can’t even believe what I’m hearing. Evan is one of my best friends. There was a time back in college when the three of us were inseparable. My brain can’t compute any of what Kyle is telling me.
“There’s no mistake, Graham.”
“It’s gotta be a prank, then. You know Evan. He’s got a really fucked up sense of humor. Remember that one time—“
“It’s not a prank. The money’s gone, Graham. All of it.”
I sat there staring at Kyle’s pale face, then down at the financial report in my hand that’s dated a week ago. “It says here that, including the recent investments and the non-liquid assets, our company is worth almost one billion dollars. Billion, Kyle. Where the hell is this money?”
“If that includes the non-liquid assets, then technically, we’re not exactly out a billion.”
“Okay, how much is technically missing, then?” I ask.
“I don’t know, man. I’ve been combing through the accounts all night, and you know money isn’t necessarily my strong suit—“
“This happened last night? Why didn’t you call me when you found out?”
“I tried! Have you even looked at your phone today?”
I felt my pockets and realized I didn’t have it on me. “Damnit, I must have left it in my car. All right, so what’s the story? Did you call the cops?”
“Not yet. I wanted to talk to you first. Everything is at zero, Graham. Everything except for the main corporate account. That one is overdrawn by over twenty-thousand dollars.”
“Twenty-thousand dollars? What the hell? How are we overdrawn by that much? How is that even possible?”
“Well, that’s how I found out about all this. I happened to see an email alert from the bank late last night. The main account that we use for direct deposits and paying bills was overdrawn and it said the amount wasn’t covered by overdraft protection. I guess when we set it up my email was put on the account as a contact address, but since Peterson’s assistant was the one who always dealt with the accounts, and since apparently we’ve never been overdrawn before, I’d never gotten an email from them. Until last night. So I see this email and I call the bank first thing this morning and have them double and triple check every single one of our accounts. Everything was withdrawn over the last two days. Transferred to US accounts that are no longer open.”
“What, so the money was transferred in—“
“—then immediately transferred out to another account, yeah. The overdrawn amount on our account is for a bunch of monthly bills that just went through on autopay. Three months of utility bills, car company, temp company, cell phones. This isn’t even for last month’s payroll.”
“Fuck! So we don’t even have the money to pay anyone?”
“Not a dime. We are flat broke, my friend.”
“Holy shit, what are we gonna do, Kyle? How the hell did this happen? This is felony embezzlement! We need to call the cops!”
“Okay, but lets talk about it first.”
“What’s there to talk about? Jesus fucking Christ, if I get my hands on that fucking asshole … so his goddamned assistant was in on it too?”
“Yeah.”
“The one that—“
“—invested all our money, yeah. He not only took everything from the company, but he took every last dime of mine too.”
“Holy shit, Kyle. You gave him everything?”
“Well, I was expecting a massive payout after this financial meeting. I wanted to get in on that freaking crypto currency investment he was going on and on about, so, yeah, I gave him pretty much everything. I was gonna pay my condo off next month. You got in on that crypto thing too, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, it looked legit to me,” I say. My head is spinning. I’m calculating how long I can live off of the money I have left in my bank account, but that isn’t anywhere enough to pay our employees. I’m horrified by the thought of having to let everyone go without paying them a cent.
“I’m sure it was legit, if we’d ever actually seen any of the money we made. How much did he get from you?” Kyle asks.
“A lot. I invested pretty much everything that wasn’t already in an old IRA and the account I have for bills and whatever.”
“How much?”
“How much what?” I ask, hoping Kyle isn’t asking what I think he’s asking.
“How much have you got?”
“Of my own money? I don’t know, maybe fifty grand.” I’m not even sure I have that much. Ever since I’ve had more than a million in savings I hardly ever look at my balance anymore.
“We’re gonna need it.”
There it is. “For what?” I ask.
“Bluetooth vibrators, for one thing?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“We need to get our money back, Graham. I can’t be broke, and neither can you. If I don’t get a whole lot of money real soon I’m gonna be out on my ass. I’ll be living out of my fucking Lamborghini. And you know what kind of leg room those things have.”
“Well, it sure looks like we can be broke if we don’t have the money to pay our employees, Kyle. Why don’t you sell the damned Lamborghini?”
“Do you know what kind of loss I’d take on that thing? I’m not selling it until it looks like there’s no other option.”
“Well, start looking around, Kyle. I don’t have that kind of money. I have bills to pay too. Oh, Jesus, what about the rent on this building?”
“We’re actually payed up six months out. We got a break for paying for a full year, so we’re good there.”
“Oh, that’s great. We have an entire fucking building but no business. And after we tell them we can’t pay them, no employees, either.” I feel like I’m sinking in quicksand and the only person around me is talking about using my money to buy vibrators.
“We gotta get our money back, Graham.”
“Well, yeah, I agree, but how the hell are we gonna do that? Do you happen to know where Peterson went?”
“I
’m not talking about getting it back from Peterson.”
“Well, what then? You have some magic formula for turning fifty grand into a billion dollars that I don’t know about?”
“Not exactly.”
“Well, what then?” I loosen my tie and rip it off my neck, then unbutton the top two buttons. “Jesus Christ, I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack. I need a drink, you want one?”
“I’m way ahead of you,” Kyle says, picking up a tumbler with two fingers of scotch inside. “You know that idea I had?”
“Which one? You’ve have so many fabulous ideas it’s hard to keep track.”
“The one about the audition.”
“You wanna talk about that now? Are you joking?” I look at him while I’m pouring my drink and scotch goes all over the desk. I don’t bother to clean it up.
“No. I’m not. I’ve been thinking about it all morning.”
“You need to get your mind out of your pants and back on how were gonna find Peterson.”
“Forget him.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? How am I supposed to forget him? What do you suggest we do? I’m seriously baffled by the direction this conversation is taking now, Kyle.” I sit back down on the couch with the glass of scotch in one hand and a half-empty bottle in the other. I down what’s in the glass, then pour myself some more, this time drinking it a bit slower.
“What I mean is, forget about getting our money back from him. Forget about Evan Peterson for now. If he had this planned out, the chances are we aren’t going to find him. We need to come up with some money ourselves and we need to do it fast.”
“I’ll say. The balloon payment on my house is due next month. That’s over a million right there. If I don’t pay it I lose the whole thing.”
“Okay, so you can see that we need to move fast here, right?”
“Yeah, I guess. But I still don’t understand where this money is going to—“
“Just listen to me, Graham. I have an idea.”
“Okay, I’m listening,” I say, leaning back in the couch. I look down and realize I’m still gripping the bottle of scotch in one hand and ease it down onto the table next to me. I wonder if I’m having a panic attack. I’ve never had one before, but I can’t imagine describing the way I feel right now as anything other that sheer panic.
