The Biggest Licker - Page 283

And then I’ll take the nondescript looking glasses off and be transported back to my apartment.

Only this time, I don’t get a chance to do any of that, because someone takes the glasses off of me.

“Hey!” I shout out.

And I realize that Ethan Kane—the real thing—is standing right in front of me.

“Figured you’d want me in the flesh?” he asks, a smirk, on his lips.

I smile at him and stand up.

I’m dressed casually, just yoga pants and a tank top. It’s a Sunday and neither of us has work today. Thank God.

I’m serious, hun. If you only knew the kind of year that we’ve had.

Oh, no, it wasn’t bad at all. In fact it was several orders of magnitude better than great.

First, let’s do the work bits.

So Conners Media and everything controlled by Simon Conners kind of blew up after the disaster that was Times Square. As one of the largest companies in the world of pornography began to implode, Ethan found himself on the front seat. Illicit Entertainment began to start picking up and buying pieces of Conners Media from the banks after they were sold off.

The final death knell came when HawkeLane Media, the direct Internet sex entertainment company run by Arsen Hawke and his wife purchased the rest of the assets at fire sale prices and fired Simon Conners.

After that, Simon began to try and nurse his depression and spent six months blowing through millions of dollars.

I mean, he made even Ethan Hawke look frugal. But he was burning out. Constantly strung out and finding no one who wanted to fuck his coked up limp dick, he began to do more and more drugs. He got busted a few times with massive amounts of cocaine possession. The busts were so big that the authorities wondered how he was even still alive.

They stopped wondering six months ago when his body went into a cocaine-induced overdose and he was found dead outside of his 3rd Avenue apartment building.

He died poor. And alone.

I never learned how he found out about Robert until Cheryl approached me a few weeks after the Times Square matchup.

“I hope you know I had nothing to do with Robert and his untimely ending,” she told me.

I looked at her, not believing her at first.

“His wife was inches away from killing him,” she continued. “And when I first went out there, it was mainly t

o do research and see what we could do to pay him off or scare him.”

I think I was a bit relieved when she told me this, but still a bit curious.

“Sure, we were probably going to scare him,” Cheryl continued. “Like have him wake up with a dead horse head in his bed like the Godfather or something,” she said.

I remember nodding, you know? As if this was the most normal thing in the world.

“But apparently my visit actually pushed her over the edge,” Cheryl told me. “The constant years of lying and cheating must have taken their toll on the poor woman because literally one hour after I left, he came home and she killed him.”

“So you didn't kill Robert?” I asked, too happy to express myself.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m glad that Robert is gone. But if it were because of me, I would have felt really horrible.

“No, but I helped her bury the body,” Cheryl said to me with a deadpan stare. “And if push came to shove, and I had to defend myself, there would be no question.”

I remember thinking maybe that was the best I could hope for.

And maybe to never fuck with Cheryl. Ever.

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