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Story: Cam Girl
“Nice and slow,” Mask says. “We want the fans to know you’re into it. You sexy little slut.”
I’m captivated by her. We all are.
The room falls silent, and the performance calms them enough that I wonder if we’ll somehow manage to escape. Even when my gut tells me the opposite.
Chapter 34
Tase
I’m having a hard time getting myself together.
I keep glancing at the phone, waiting for Gilli to text. Or glancing at the door, because even better, she could decide to show up and spend the night here despite all better judgment.
Soren and Aiden might think they have things under control, but they probably don’t. She got my damn bike out of the garage and rode it to town, didn’t she?
Who knows what she’ll do next?
She’s scared and worrying herself to pieces. Do they see it clearly enough? Are they taking her seriously?
The clock in the hallway, a relic from my father-in-law, chimes eleven. It’s late but I guarantee they’ll still be up.
Time for me to act like a goddamn adult.
Rejection is a part of life too, and if I’m not willing to talk about it, then my mind will get carried away and invent a million different scenarios with me and Gilli that probably aren’t real.
I throw on a jacket and grab my car keys. My mind is on Gilli and little else as I drive through town on my way to the cabin.
Until flashing blue and red lights of a police cruiser up ahead force me to adjust my speed.
Nothow I pictured this evening going. “Damn it.” The words slip through my lips as the cop waves me over.
I pull up beside the cruiser and dip my head in acknowledgement toward the policeman before rolling down the window. I recognize him, at least.
Darrell Thompkins is a bull-chested guy with a single streak of white in his hair despite his recent forty-fifth birthday. He’s got an annoying poodle named Duchess at home, and a wife he complains about bitterly.
“Evening, Darrell. What’s the problem?” I ask, forcing lightness into my tone.
He’s already got someone else pulled over on the side of the road. What does he want from me?
“It’s odd to see you out and about this late, Doc Walton,” Darrell says. “Where are you headed?”
Ah, thank god, he does not want to talk about my speed.
“Soren and Aiden,” I tell him like it’s a perfectly normal excuse.
Luckily for me, Darrell grins, showing protruding gums. “It figures. You help keep those two in line, okay? No more shooting off fireworks into Mr. Hunter’s yard at three in the morning.”
It was a prank gone wrong on one of their frequent summer vacations back from college. I’m surprised he remembers it.
“No fireworks this time, I promise.”
“Well, just be careful. We had a prank call the other day. Seems like people are losing their minds in our little town and you never can tell what kind of crazies you’ll find out on the road at this hour,” Darrell says.
“A prank call? Really?”
“Yeah, last week sometime.” Darrell tips his hat back, something he’s never seen without, and runs stubby fingers across the furrows on his brow marking the exitof his hair. “Just stupid kids, I’m sure, talking about OnlyFans or some shit like that.”
“OnlyFans?” I force out a laugh. “Damn. You think there’s someone around here with a sexy profile?”
I’m captivated by her. We all are.
The room falls silent, and the performance calms them enough that I wonder if we’ll somehow manage to escape. Even when my gut tells me the opposite.
Chapter 34
Tase
I’m having a hard time getting myself together.
I keep glancing at the phone, waiting for Gilli to text. Or glancing at the door, because even better, she could decide to show up and spend the night here despite all better judgment.
Soren and Aiden might think they have things under control, but they probably don’t. She got my damn bike out of the garage and rode it to town, didn’t she?
Who knows what she’ll do next?
She’s scared and worrying herself to pieces. Do they see it clearly enough? Are they taking her seriously?
The clock in the hallway, a relic from my father-in-law, chimes eleven. It’s late but I guarantee they’ll still be up.
Time for me to act like a goddamn adult.
Rejection is a part of life too, and if I’m not willing to talk about it, then my mind will get carried away and invent a million different scenarios with me and Gilli that probably aren’t real.
I throw on a jacket and grab my car keys. My mind is on Gilli and little else as I drive through town on my way to the cabin.
Until flashing blue and red lights of a police cruiser up ahead force me to adjust my speed.
Nothow I pictured this evening going. “Damn it.” The words slip through my lips as the cop waves me over.
I pull up beside the cruiser and dip my head in acknowledgement toward the policeman before rolling down the window. I recognize him, at least.
Darrell Thompkins is a bull-chested guy with a single streak of white in his hair despite his recent forty-fifth birthday. He’s got an annoying poodle named Duchess at home, and a wife he complains about bitterly.
“Evening, Darrell. What’s the problem?” I ask, forcing lightness into my tone.
He’s already got someone else pulled over on the side of the road. What does he want from me?
“It’s odd to see you out and about this late, Doc Walton,” Darrell says. “Where are you headed?”
Ah, thank god, he does not want to talk about my speed.
“Soren and Aiden,” I tell him like it’s a perfectly normal excuse.
Luckily for me, Darrell grins, showing protruding gums. “It figures. You help keep those two in line, okay? No more shooting off fireworks into Mr. Hunter’s yard at three in the morning.”
It was a prank gone wrong on one of their frequent summer vacations back from college. I’m surprised he remembers it.
“No fireworks this time, I promise.”
“Well, just be careful. We had a prank call the other day. Seems like people are losing their minds in our little town and you never can tell what kind of crazies you’ll find out on the road at this hour,” Darrell says.
“A prank call? Really?”
“Yeah, last week sometime.” Darrell tips his hat back, something he’s never seen without, and runs stubby fingers across the furrows on his brow marking the exitof his hair. “Just stupid kids, I’m sure, talking about OnlyFans or some shit like that.”
“OnlyFans?” I force out a laugh. “Damn. You think there’s someone around here with a sexy profile?”
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