She knew I wouldn’t. She smirked as my jeans dropped, laughed as Mary’s hand buried in my boxers and pulled my cock out before I could push her off me.
“You’ve got ten fucking seconds,” I said, and my voice was low and vicious. “Ten fucking seconds to back the fuck off, or I promise you’ll be fucking sorry. I’m not playing, Lorraine, I’m not fucking playing.”
“Pack it in, Lorraine,” Buck called. “He’s not fucking game.”
“Ten seconds,” I repeated.
The whole room stank of sex, Mandy’s cunt still fucking squelching as she rode Petey’s dick. Jimmy O was in her face, slapping her mouth with his cock, opportunistic prick.
Debbie was looking my way, bouncing on Hugh’s dick with a stupid grin on her face.
“Five fucking seconds,” I growled.
I gripped Mary’s wrist, pulled it from my cock.
“You want it.” Lorraine smirked. “You’re hard, Trent.”
Three women laughed and grabbed me, and I was ready to lose my shit and shove those skanky bitches the fuck off me and get the fuck out of there, but I didn’t get chance.
Footsteps in the hallway, and a laugh I recognised.
Lorraine’s face was victorious as she registered the horror on mine.
She stepped away from me, turned naked to her latest guests.
I heard Jodie’s voice and I could have fucking died. “Darren’s truck is here. I can’t believe he actually showed up!” She was laughing. She started as she saw Lorraine, and my heart fell. “What the hell? I thought this was a… girls’ night… what the…”
Her eyes met mine, and it mattered little that I shoved those bitches flying and pulled my jeans up. Lorraine sidled up to me, tried to kiss me, and I shoved her away, too.
“Oh, Darren!” she said. “Don’t be such a spoilsport. Look, Jodie’s here now!”
Jo’s face was a fucking picture. She stared at me, only me.
“Darren..?”
The fucking horror. Those bitches at the floor around my feet, stark bollock naked. The rest of the guys in the room, rutting away on people she fucking knew.
At her fucking friend’s house.
Her naked friend’s house.
Tonya’s face looked like thunder. “What the fuck is this, Trent?”
“This isn’t what it fucking looks like,” I snapped.
Jodie’s eyes were wide, her face like a fucking ghost.
“Jo,” I said. “This isn’t what it fucking looks like! I came here for you.”
Her lip trembled, and the guys stopped rutting. Everyone stopped everything, apart from Petey who was grunting and spurting his cum over Many Taylor’s tits.
Fucking hell.
Her voice was just a whisper. “You think I came here for this? You really think I’d come here for this? After what I said! After everything we said!” She shook her head in exasperation, and it was so obvious. So fucking obvious.
“Jo…” I said.
But she held up her hand.
“Sorry, Jodie,” Lorraine said. She put her hand on Jodie’s shoulder, pulled a sad face. “I needed to show you. It was the only way. The guy’s a fucking loser, he’s been fucking me for years. I should’ve told you sooner.”
I could have ripped her fucking head off.
Buck was getting dressed. “Quit it, Lorraine!” he barked.
Hugh was pulling his jeans up, Jimmy too.
Jodie looked at the floor. “You set me up? Got me out here just to show me you were fucking him too?”
“Not just me! Everyone!” Lorraine sighed. “For your own good, Jodie. You don’t need him… he’s not worth it.”
I watched Tonya lose her shit, her face a grimace as she made to land Lorraine a sharp one on the fucking jaw, but she didn’t get a chance.
The attack came from Jodie, and it took my breath. Jo slapped her good and proper, right across Lorraine’s stupid smug face. The crack of it sounded right through the fucking room, and Lorraine stumbled back, dumbstruck.
“Stay away from me!” Jodie hissed. “You’re a bitch, Lorraine, nothing but a skanky fucking bitch!”
I took a step towards her. “Jo,” I said. “This isn’t what it looks like, I promise you.”
Her eyes told me everything I needed to know, brimming with tears and burning with anger. “No!” she said. “I just can’t… I can’t believe you… you and… her…”
She turned on her heel and hurried away, and I went to follow her until Tonya landed me with the punch meant for Lorraine.
“You’re a stupid fucking wanker,” she snapped. “I thought you’d have better taste than that shrivelled up old fucking slut.”
“This isn’t what it fucking looks like!” I said again. “Tonya, just fucking listen to me.”
But she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t even hear me out.
“Leave her alone,” she said. “Just leave her the fuck alone, Trent.”
I followed her out to the car, but it was already running. Jodie wouldn’t even look at me. I knocked on her window, but she pulled away as soon as Tonya was in the passenger seat.
“Jodie!” I called. “Jodie, this isn’t fucking right! I don’t want Lorraine, I never fucking have! I fucking swear it!”