by Lydia Thorn
“Detention for you too.”
“Detention with the cross-dressing faggot?” He crossed his muscled arms and sneers at Rei.
I really hate this guy.
“Don’t worry, my faggot cooties won’t wash off on you.” Rei shoots back, not backing down.
A hole burns into the back of my head. Sure enough, his eyes are on me refusing to release me.
Ivan.
His arm wraps around the wavy blond-haired girl as he pulls her in for a sensual kiss, his tongue grazing her mauve lips.
I can’t stop watching.
He won’t let me go.
CHAPTER THREE
IVAN
Ivan: I’m in deep shit.
Jericho: What else is new.
Jericho: Please don’t tell me you actually went through with your confession.
Ivan: No, worse…
Jericho: Well, don’t leave me in suspense.
Jericho: Seriously, what the fuck happened?
Ivan: Trying to find the right words to not incriminate myself.
Jericho: Fuck.
Ivan: I was going to confess, but he was drunk again and fell asleep.
Jericho: I’m afraid to think of the incriminating thing you did.
Ivan: Let’s just say I took liberties I shouldn’t have while he was out.
Jericho: How can you be so smart AND dumb at the same time? *facepalm emoji*
Jericho: All you had to do was confess. I’ve never known you to be so indecisive and shy.
Ivan: It didn’t feel right. The words wouldn’t come out.
Ivan: Ready for more?
Jericho: Please don’t tell me there’s more.
Ivan: Someone caught me.
Jericho: I’m booking your flight to Japan right now.
Ivan: I can handle it, it’s another student.
Jericho: I see. Sucks to be him.
Ivan: It’s not what you think. I’m not as ruthless as my brother.
Jericho: If he exposes you, then you can go to jail.
Ivan: He’s a loser who’s trying to save his father’s life.
Ivan: He’s also attracted to me.
Jericho: How do you know that?
Ivan: A part of his demands is that I pretend to be in love with him.
Jericho: So he’s insane.
Jericho: Better to be caught by some love-struck fool than someone who has it out for you.
Ivan: True, it will make it easier for me to get under his skin and turn things around.
Jericho: Be careful.
Ivan: Who do you think you’re talking to?
LOUIS
Thankfully English lit is my last class because I don’t think I would have been able to sit through another lecture with this on my brain. I can wrap my head around asking for the money, isn’t that what you do when you have possible incriminating evidence on someone?
Okay, no that’s not what you do, what you do is turn them in to the cops and let him face justice. What a scumbag like me would do is use it as an opportunity to blackmail someone. I’ll just keep telling myself it’s for my father’s medical bills. I mean if you’re going to be a scumbag, at least be one for a good cause and I can’t think of a better cause then getting my mom out of financial debt while giving my dad the best treatment possible.
This money is going to help us out a lot, I feel bad of course and I won’t pretend I’m doing something entirely noble but we need this and with all honesty, blackmailing that asshole is something I won’t lose a lot of sleepover. Okay, maybe I will.
But for years he sat back and allowed his friends to treat everyone around them like garbage, and all he did was sit there and watch with a stark indifference to the whole thing. Just a man on his proverbial throne, not giving a shit about anyone around him.
But for the first time, I was able to penetrate that barrier and get something for myself in return. Well, soon. I don’t know how he’ll pay me. Can you send two hundred thousand dollars through the cash app? And how should I set up the next meeting to arrange for that?
Ugh, this is so nerve-racking. And then there is the other…payment. Just what the hell was I thinking requesting that and why the hell did I have to phrase it the way I did.
Pretend you’re in love with me.
I should have asked for three hundred thousand dollars. Instead, I just blurted those words out like a desperate idiot.
I won’t hold him to them.
A black sports car rumbles and skids in front of me as I make my way past the dirty, smelly industrial garbage bins. The shortcut through the alley is the fastest route home and so far, aside from a few homeless panhandlers, no one has tried to mug me yet.
“Get in.” Ivan rolls down the window so I can get a better look at him, and my blood chills straight away. “I don’t have all day.”
My mouth is stuck in an O and no words will come out, no matter how hard I try. Go to work, you stupid brain! “I still have those pictures on my account and if anything happens to me, I have a friend who can get access to my passwords and send it out.” Please don’t notice how hollow this threat is.
“How am I supposed to pretend I love you if you’re too chicken shit to be alone with me?”
I’m not holding you to that request.
“Maybe we can arrange another meeting where we both feel comfortable.”
Why can’t I let it go?
“I’m not leaving until you get in my car.” The bastard has the exit completely blocked.
I’m such an idiot. I get in and hold my backpack in front of me like a shield. Just what the hell can it do? The car smells of fresh leather and when he rolls up the window, the interior is dark with all sorts of LEDs lighting up like something straight out of blade runner. A car like this is something I thought I’d ride in my freaking dreams, but I can’t enjoy it because I’m too busy trying not to shit my pants.
“Where are we going?” I ask, feeling the force of this powerful machine. I want to drive this damn thing so bad.
His crystal eyes glance at me for a moment, I try to read them and come up empty-handed. He doesn’t seem angry or put out, I can’t sense anything coming from him, as if he’s merely going through the motions of everything.
Does he even care?
He has to if he’s doing this. Otherwise, he would just let me expose him.
“If we are a couple then couples need to be alone, right?” He glances at me again; his eyes don’t smile, but his beautiful lips curl.
The longer I stay in this car so close to him, the more I can smell his subtle cologne, something that reminds me of desert sands and vanilla and perhaps oak. His chest underneath the white dress shirt draws my attention, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him shirtless before. My eyes now travel to his crotch, tucked away behind the red dress pants we are forced to wear.
The heat pools in my own when I remember his semi hardened cock in the bathroom stall. I tear my eyes from him. “I don’t trust being alone with you, you understand that, right?”
“You’ll enjoy yourself.” His raspy voice cuts through the engine. His gaze slices through me, the anxiety mounting.
He still doesn’t answer my question.
He now turns into what can only be described as a school bus graveyard. I pull on the handle subtly to open the door and beat feet out of here, childproofing has been the killer of many people.
His silence doesn’t help at all.
He stops and shifts the gears. “Get out.”
I look around now, afraid to open the door, even if it is to run. I can feel the moisture in my pits and my ass is clenching something fierce. “What is this place?”
“A lot me and the others used to hang out in during middle school and freshmen year. No one comes here except for a few bums.” He gets out, leaving me to decide my fate and I get out. I don’t see any black-dressed goons around, no Ray Donovan to come along and clean me up. So, I guess this is a good start. Though I’m not buying at all that that this is som
e attempt at playing house. He doesn’t wait for me; his walk lingers, but he doesn’t stop and I feel compelled to follow at his strong back.
I’m thirsty as fuck.
CHAPTER FOUR
LOUIS
The more we travel through the maze, the more I see what he was talking about. Drapes hang on the windows, shopping carts full of trinkets and goods park on the outside of some buses. A small child clings to his mother as she washes the clothing in a rusty metal bucket. A group of men rests outside of what looks like a long old trolley.
“Why bring me here?” I catch up to him and ask.
“I don’t want you in my house yet and lovers should be alone together, right?”
“Even when your lover is blackmailing you?”
Is that a slight chuckle I hear?
He stops in front of a long bus, it’s rusty and old and the tires are flat but it doesn’t look as bad as the others in this lot. He takes a key and unlocks the bar holding the doors closed and enters.
“No one lives here…?” He just unlocked the door, dumbass.
I reluctantly follow him inside; the place doesn’t stink, but the smell of mildew and dust and earth is pungent. Old candy wrappers litter the floor. A large box of nerds, snickers, a big Slurpee, an old piece of candy wrappers that look like it’s from the 1940s: Candy cigars and cigarettes. I chuckle at the idea of this man in front of me who intimidates the hell out of me pretending to smoke cigs and cigars made of chocolate and some chalky like candy.
He stops at the back of the bus and I don’t like how the windows are taped over. The place is unlit, but some light is streaming through the black tape, making it so I can see well enough in here.
He’s going to leave my body in here.
He turns around, his large hands reach out to me causing me to flinch. His touch doesn’t hurt. His fingers graze my cheek.
I’m too afraid to move. Once again, I can’t read the look on his face. Fuck it. I might as well go all in. I want to hear words no one but my family has ever spoken to me. Words I know no man would ever say to me in my lifetime.
“Tell me you love me.” My voice is small and unsure as I look up into his eyes. There’s no anger or disgust. His warm hands cup my face and bring me close to his lips, his cologne, the rich vanilla oak shines above the mildew and dust.
“I love you.” His raspy voice is so soft I can barely hear him.
“Say it again.”
“I’ll repeat those words as many times as you want to hear them. I love you. I love you. I love you.” His warm wet tongue snakes across my dry lips, and I sigh.
The world of this place drifts so far away from me, how I got here no longer matters.
“Your black eyes are like an endless void.” His eyes inspect me for longer than my nerves can stand. What is he trying to see? “I want you to swallow me up, I want to live inside of you.”
I want to look away in shame, but he won’t let me go. The urge to cry out overwhelms me yet nothing comes out. I hate this vulnerable feeling; I hate how much I want this. I hate how goddamn convincing he is when every word is a lie. When he pulls me to him, I give in.
“Who knew you were this cute.”
“I’m not cute, shut up.”
He lifts my chin for a kiss, his mouth is so hot and wet, his kisses taste of cool mint. His hand travels to my ass as he deepens the kiss. I match him with my tongue, light-headedness takes over me, I want to buckle but stand strong and pull him in which halts him for a fleeting moment before he continues.
I’m making out with someone, and that someone is the hottest man in this school. He’s really here. His body hard against mine. My cock is twitching.
He breaks the kiss and I want to demand he continues, but I can’t find the words.
He sits down, his hands move to my belt buckle straight away until my pants are loose. “Is this what you want from me?” He looks up at me and I nod like a little boy. “Lovers do this kind of thing with each other too.”
My cock hits the air, but it isn’t chilly but cool inside despite the sun’s rays. I’ve never had another man’s hands on my dick before, I’ve never been given a blow job, I am a virgin in every way. I grip the dusty cushion, the heat pooling at my crotch as he carefully strokes my shaft, and the moment his hot tongue touches the tip a spark of fire spreads.
When I settle in his fiery mouth, I want to blow. I close my eyes, my head shoots back.
“This is much better than my hands.” I laugh like a drunkard, my hips pumping beyond my control. “I’m a virgin.”
I don’t take long, and watching him lick the remainder makes me hot again. “You want me inside of you?”
I nod.
“Do you want me to love you?”
“Yes.”
“Then the first lesson you will learn is that I’m the one with the power, not you.” He pushes me away and stands.
It takes a moment to register the cool air between us. “You have to do what I say,” I argue, wanting him to finish what he started. I want those large hands of his back on me, I want to drown in his cool eyes and feel the heat of his minty flavor on my tongue again. “I’m the one in charge.”
“Even now you don’t believe the words you’re saying.”
“I’ll show you how much I believe them. Bend over.”
He laughs, this time his pearly whites showing. “The only one who’s bending over for a cock is you.” He holds up his fancy iPhone. On the screen is my hard dick, my head thrown back in bliss but it won’t be difficult to point me out.
“What the hell is this? When did you?”
“Unlike you, I’m smart enough to turn off the shutter sounds.” He wipes his mouth and puts his phone away.
Now I’m very aware of my cock hanging out here and move to fix it.
“I’m sure everyone would love to see your dick. I’ll make sure everyone gets a special delivery of your little present. Just imagine what they will say about you, a pervert who enjoys sending everyone dick pics.”
Little?
“You still sucked off Mr. Bowie and I still have those pictures to prove it, which one do you think is worse?” I fight back like a cornered cat. “If you think this will make me delete those pictures, then you got another thing coming. Everyone will wonder why you have a dick pic of me.”
“Not if it’s sent from your email address.”
“Everyone will know you’re gay.”
“I don’t care.”
“And Mr. Bowie?” I flail back. “If everyone knew he was fucking one of his students.”
“He’s innocent. He was asleep.”
“Then that really makes you a rapist.”
“I’ll get fifteen years but you will get twenty for extortion.” He straightens his shirt. “But allow me to explain to you what will happen.” He looks down on me, his eyes are lethal as hell. “You expose me and ruin an innocent man’s career and I won’t see a day in jail. Damien himself will tell everyone it was consensual, and we were merely two lovers caught in the act. He loses his job and I go away to my family’s summer home in Japan, you have to stay and deal with not only being an extortionist but also a sick perv who sent the entire school and staff a picture of his own penis. Everyone will see you for the perverted scumbag you are and I doubt that pretty little ass of yours is surviving a day in federal prison.”
Oh, God…He has me dead to rights, no doubt about it. Every word pouring from his lips is a bitter reality. “My father needs this…” I can’t stop myself from crying, just what the hell was I thinking? Of course, nothing good would come from this. I didn’t think this through and acted out of desperation, and now I’m paying for it.
His hands reach out to me cupping my face and forcing me to face him and to my surprise, he leans in and kisses me, this time the cool mint mingles with salt.
“Here is something else that can happen.” His voice is raspy and yet gentle. “I’ll cover his bills, but you will have to work for it. Let me sate my lust
with you, you do what I want when I say I want it done. And you will delete that picture on your phone.” He releases me, and I still hate the cool air between us.
I’m as stubborn as my mother. I say nothing.
“Think about it, when that picture of yours is gone, and trust me, I will know if it’s gone. Then I’ll take it as you accepting my deal.”
He walks away from me, leaving me alone on the bus.
I follow behind and watch helplessly as he tosses my backpack out the window and drive away.
CHAPTER FIVE
IVAN
Hm, now that was unexpected. I didn’t intend to form any new deal with him and I was going to force him to delete the picture on the bus and be done with it. Hell, I didn’t intend to blow him, but I got so caught up in the farce I couldn’t resist. He was just so fragile or at least he did a damn good job of pretending to be. His black eyes sucked me in, pulling me deeper into the void and inside wasn’t chaos but fear and the possibility for peace. I understood that fear and long for that peace.
His kisses tasted like honeydew melons. I think I’ve seen him eating some during lunch a few times, perhaps he had some today. It could be the reason his cum tastes so damn sweet. I should have spit it out, but it was so good I swallowed. Thank God he’s a virgin.
He looked genuinely hurt once I turned the tables on him, but what on earth did he expect? For me to just take it and not fight back? He’s lucky I offered the deal I did.
What will I do with him once I have him at my mercy? I picture him crying out for me, his arms pulling me close, his pale skin turning pink as I slide it in. Or should I punish him, watch his ass squirm, place a collar around that long neck of his and teach him the error of his ways?
I laugh inwardly but by the look at Tai, my assistant dressed like she’s a star of a modern-day Downton Abby seated across this glass desk, a few sniggles must have escaped into the real world. Oh yeah, what the hell was she saying again?
His black eyes are like a center that draws me into this more pleasant dream.
