Under the Stars

I turn my face. I can’t watch her suck him off. It’s like watching my own child, which I know is ridiculous. I’m only six years older than Molly, but I rescued her from the street when she was only twelve. I took care of her when she was afraid, when she was sick. I can’t look at this, even if I know it’s a means to an end for her.

Loud groans, moans, the creak of furniture as another man cries out. His cock is long and veiny, and he comes hard, coating his legs and his kneeling partner’s breasts. When he’s done, she really gets to work, holding his still-hard dick in one hand and circling her fist fast and tight around his bright pink tip.

His face contorts and he bucks and writhes in the chair, crying for her to stop. She only laughs like a witch in a Halloween show. He keeps struggling and begging, and she keeps going until he comes again.

Their noises coat my skin like fingers. I’m swept up in a cyclone of sex and sweat and torture. Groaning and moaning, their breath is in my ears, their heat blankets my skin like the humidity in the room.

Brittanie isn’t participating tonight. What happens now? How do I get out of here? I’m not going to join, but if I run, I’ll be caught. Who knows what happens then.

The back door I’d been searching for opens, and it doesn’t fucking matter anymore. Gavin walks into the middle of the orgy and crosses his arms, looking around like he’s the Emperor of Madness.

A knot chokes my throat, and I try to disappear behind the curtain. The loud moans, the groans, the post-orgasmic torture continues without pause. He’s not looking for me, and he’s not looking at me. Molly sees him, though. Her lips are smeared and swollen, and she stands slowly, turning to face him.

That’s when he sees her. “Well, who do we have here?”

“Hello, Gavin. Remember me?”

“Molly.” The warmth in his voice makes my skin crawl. “I do… but you’ve changed.”

Molly’s redheaded partner takes her spot, hastily pulling the restrained man’s throbbing cock into her mouth. Molly steps slowly toward Gavin, their eyes locked in what I know is a deadly faceoff.

I’m afraid to move in case one of them sees me. My only hope is the back door isn’t bolted. Would Gavin be that careless? Mark said cocky is a good thing. Cocky means careless.

I pray Gavin has gotten cocky and careless.

Molly’s fingers go to the top of one of her gloves, and she slowly rolls it down. Her bare breasts are round and high on her chest.

“My God,” Gavin hisses. “You are beautiful.”

I have to blink twice, because she is. She’s more mature than I remember, slim body, full breasts, long silver hair curling around her shoulders. She’s sexier than I ever was at her age.

As she walks, her ankles cross, tossing her hips with every step. She moves like a supermodel, until she’s in front of him, blinking and smiling.

“You like what you see, Daddy?” It’s a hushed whisper. “Want me to suck you off then make you come again?”

The man whose dick she was just sucking watches them, his erection deep in the redhead’s throat, and I can tell he’s about to blow.

Gavin cups Molly’s heavy breast, rolling a tight nipple between his fingers. “Amazing,” he muses.

“Will you beg?” Her voice is now a purr. “Will you cry for me to stop?”

“I’ll do more than that.” Gavin’s eyes lock on hers. “If you’re good, I’ll make you a star. You’ll have all the money, the fame. Anything you want will be yours.”

Standing at the back wall, I can’t move. It’s the same promise he made me all those years ago. It’s how he got me to stay at that theater. It’s how he lied to me and ultimately sold me to Guy.

Will she fall for it like I did?

Has she learned? Is she smarter than I was?

She blinks curiously. “If you can do all that, why do this?”

“What can I say?” His lips curl into a smile, eyes shimmering with lust. “I’m just a freak with a fetish.”

The glove is off.

The gun is in her hand.

Her voice is steel. “I’m just a victim seeking vengeance. Time to pay.”