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“God, I’m so horny,” Duke whines, passing me the blunt he’s smoking and unzipping. “Come here and give me a little suck.”
“Pass,” I say, taking the cigar with shaking fingers. I take a puff, trying to calm myself for what’s ahead. Maybe if I smoke enough, it will numb me, or at least feel like a dream when I’m no longer stoned.
“You have to,” Duke says belligerently. “You’re Glory Hole. Your job is to satisfy us whenever and however we want. You can’t expect to watch porn with a guy and not at least give him head.”
“You have a hand,” I point out.
“I got some Pearl Lady,” he offers, digging in his pocket. “That will put you in the mood.”
“So I can be horny and high out of my mind when your whole family finds Royal and comes to get us?”
“Then you better make it quick before they come looking,” he says, stroking his long, thick cock. “That’s not a problem for you, is it, Glory Hole? You’re a pro. You’ll be gulping down my kids in under five minutes.”
The clip on the screen changes to my sisters, who are on all fours on a bed. They’re making out while someone fucks each of them from behind. Baron’s too cunning to put his own face in a video like that, so the camera only captures up to the guys’ shoulders. If it ever got out, there’s not enough evidence to incriminate him or his friends. It could be anyone in the video—anyone with a swan tattoo on his arm, along the Latin phrase that all the secret society members have somewhere on them.
“You know they’re minors,” I point out. “This would be illegal even if they agreed to being filmed. Which I’m guessing they didn’t.”
“Dude, we were minors too,” Duke says. “Now shut up and suck my dick.”
“Then tell me what you have on me,” I say, rifling through my purse. I grab out my lip plumping gloss and smooth it onto my lips, then give Duke my prettiest pout. “Please?”
I bat my lashes, and he groans and circles his hand around the back of my head, pushing me down toward his waiting appendage. I tease the tip with my lips for a minute,kissing the bead of precum away, tugging at the skin before I open, dipping my mouth over his head.
He groans and lifts his hips, pushing me deeper. I let him, then slurp my way back to the tip, giving it a quick suck and lathing my tongue over his velvety skin. I grip his shaft with one hand and lift my head, smiling up at him. “Your turn.”
“We have that party where we ran a train on your face,” he says, pushing me back onto his dick. “The one where you had the double dildo with Everleigh. Are you chewing gum or something?”
I go deep enough to choke, the noise of my gagging echoing through the empty theater along with the grunts and whimpers from the video. It distracts him enough drop his head back and moan with pleasure. I keep going because he’s right. I’ve mastered the art of making him cum quickly, not because I want to make him feel good or because it makes me feel good to bring him to his knees, but because it means getting it over with.
I get the job done—pun intended—but I don’t swallow. I stand, turning to straddle his knees. I sink down onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. I kiss him, and when he opens, I flood his mouth with his release.
He makes a noise of surprise, and I wrap my fingers around his throat, pushing his head back. I empty my mouth, then slide off his lap. “Swallow your own babies this time,” I say, picking up the rifle I came in with.
“Not cool,” Duke says, scowling at me and wiping the back of his hand over his mouth.
“It’s an acquired taste,” I say. “You’ll get used to it.”
“What the fuck is on your lips?” he asks, wiping his mouth again. “Did you give me herpes? Why’s it all tingly?”
“Don’t worry,” I say, giving him my smuggest smile. “It’ll just make things a little plumper.”
“Wait,” he calls when I start for the door. “What was it? My dick is burning.”
“You’ll get used to that too,” I call back over my shoulder.
“What?” he yells. “This isn’t funny, Lo. My dick is on fire!”
“Maybe this will teach you to be more careful where you stick it.” I throw my shoulder against the door, expecting it to be locked, but it swings open easily.
“Lo,” Duke bellows, lurching to his feet, his jeans around his knees. “You better not have fucked up my dick!”
I step out of the theater, leaving him silhouetted against the backdrop he described, the scene of me that I really don’t want to see. Letting the door fall closed, I turn around to face the creepy, empty concession area. A shudder goes through me when I hear the guys laughing on the video playing behind me. I hurry for the front doors of the movie theater and step out into the wide corridor that makes up this wing of the mall.
A groan echoes through the space, making me jump and spin around. It takes a second for my eyes to find the crumbled heap on the floor and realize it’s a person.
My heart leaps into my throat, and I lower the rifle. “Are you okay?” I call out, running over to him. It’s dark in the hallway, though, so I don’t get too close. Everyone here is an ally of Harper or Royal, but I know better than to think they’re allies of mine.
“Fuck,” the male voice groans again, and then he sits up slowly. “That bitch broke my tooth. I’m going to kill her.”
