Page 84 of Renascence

“No, they weren’t. Even Tek unglued his nose from his computer screen for you.”

“Oh.” I sigh, realizing I once again allowed my insecurities to create issues where there aren’t any. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, darlin’. It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I’m sorry. Sorry for being….” I shrug. “Me.”

“This isn’t you. I’m sure the real you will show herself soon.”

“I hope so.”

“Come on. I’ll introduce you to Marisol.”

The woman smiles at me as we approach her. I avert my gaze, horrified at how this feels like an interview… for a sex partner.

“Emily, Marisol. Marisol, meet Emily.”

“Hi, Emily. Venom’s told me a little about you, about what you want.”

Jesus. I hope she can’t tell how mortified I am. “And… you’re okay with that?”

“More than okay. I saw you the other night and thought you were cute. I was a little surprised, but definitely up for it.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“Yeah, I’ve been with girls. I’ve had threesomes, too… another girl, two guys.” She gives me a devilish smile. “Two girls.”

“Information overload, Marisol,” Venom cuts in, chuckling. “Don’t scare her off.”

“Well, you know where I stand, sweetie. Let me know.”

She walks off, swinging her hips. My eyes are glued to her retreating back, wondering if I could go through with this. At least she’s pretty. Prettier than me. A better body. What if we get to the bedroom and Venom sees that next to her, I don’t stack up? I’m really going to have to weigh my options on this one.

Venom takes my hand, leading me to the other side of the room. He drops down on the couch, settling me on his lap. “Did you have fun today?”

“I did. I hung out with Raven, Chrissy, and Ellen. They’re awesome.”

“Good. Listen, a bunch of us are going to a MMA match tomorrow. Wanna go? The girls will be there.”

“I’d love to,” I answer, not needing time to think. I’ve only seen those fights on TV, but I’m not really interested in that. I get to be with Venom and that’s all that matters.

He squeezes my thigh, his palm sliding impossibly close to my pussy. I gasp, eyes going wide as he leans closer, voice low and husky.

“I didn’t get to taste your sweet pussy last night, Em. That’s not happening tonight.”

“What’s happening?” I whisper.

“I’m going to take you home, tie you to my bed, and bury my face between your thighs.”

I shift, curling my arms around his shoulders. “Then what?”

“Then….” His fingers make circles on my thigh. Even through my jeans I can feel the heat of his touch. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move.”

“Like every other night?” I smirk.

“Exactly.”

“Maybe we should go. Now.”