Scripted Reality: Formerly I Wanna Get Laid by Kade

by Ashton Johns

  Looking at Kade, his eyes begging me and his amazing, naked body enticing me, I really had no choice. I’d never had a choice really. Kade Sutton had always had me. I’d given him food because something about him drew me in. I’d come in here because he’d asked me to. I’d have done anything for him because I was totally smitten.

  “Okay.” I nodded.

  “You’ll stay?” he asked, smiling shyly like a small boy.

  “I’ll stay.”

  “I swear to you, Dais’, I’ll do everything in my power to get you into tonight’s pick. Even if the public don’t vote for you,” Kade said earnestly, threading his fingers through my hair. “I promise.”

  “I know you will,” I whispered.

  He dragged me against his naked chest and kissed me thoroughly. “Fuck,” he sighed out on a heavy breath. “You are so good at that, you know?”

  I giggled and snuggled against him, holding on tightly as he lifted me up and carried me back to bed.

  When we eventually emerged from Kade’s room a little after eleven, we were both grinning and had a bounce in our steps as we went outside to join everyone else by the pool.

  “Ah, Daisy,” Natalie cried, running over to me, her hands flapping wildly. “How was it?”

  I glanced over at Kade, who had been surrounded by some of ‘the blondes’ and felt all warm inside when he gave me a warm, secret smile over the top of Honey’s head.

  “We had a nice night,” I said distractedly.

  “Nice!” said Poppy, a short, dark haired girl, who weirdly looked a lot like Justin Bieber. “He picked you—someone who says that they had a ‘nice’ night with that hunk o’ love. Fuck me blind, sugar, that’s just a darn waste.”

  A few of the other girls who were milling around trying to get gossip started to whisper amongst themselves. Natalie, meanwhile, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the shaded cabana bed over by the hot tub.

  “Okay,” she demanded once we were lying down with our faces being warmed by the sun. “Spill it.”

  “I told you, it was a great night.”

  “Ooh, a great night, that’s a step up from nice.” She kicked at my calf with her foot.

  “That’s all you’re getting.” I sighed, reliving the night before in my head.

  “God,” she moaned. “You and Jess are so boring. She wouldn’t tell either.”

  My heart thudded at hearing Jess’s name. I didn’t want to feel jealous. I had to remember that he had a part to play. He had to do what the show required.

  “Maybe tonight’s pick will be a little more talkative tomorrow,” Natalie moaned.

  At that statement, my resolve started to disappear, but then I looked over at Kade settling himself on the day bed, unfortunately surrounded by ‘the blondes’. He looked tired but beautifully handsome, and I knew that I had to try to work through it, for him and for us. Feeling more determined and hopeful, I closed my eyes to try to catch up on some sleep, in readiness for the pick coming up later. A pick that, for once, I wasn’t dreading.

  Thirty-Six

  Kade Sutton

  The last thing I wanted to do was let Daisy out of my sight. I desperately wanted the world outside to cease to exist, but we had to be realistic. We were stuck in the middle of this process, and even though I didn’t care about the legalities of my contract, it would be a different story for Daisy. She was a real person with a real address who could end up on the rough side of a lawsuit.

  “Hey, dude,” I smiled, crouching down to scruff the fur on Brody’s back. “You behave last night?” He barked at me and tilted his head sideways, helping me to interpret his response.

  “Me? Oh, I was a really good boy last night.” I laughed, unable to hide the happiness I felt from having that quality time and mind-blowing experience.

  “Sir,” Mellings grumbled from behind me. “Your lady friends are having another pool day. I’ve been instructed to make… cocktails.” The way he said it, with a distinct sneer, would normally have rubbed me up the wrong way, but nothing was going to dampen my spirits today.

  “Best get my pool pouch on.” I smiled widely at him, waggling my eyebrows knowing it would irritate him more.

  The camera crew followed me back to my bedroom, and I walked a little quicker than usual. I was keen to get back outside and lay my eyes on Daisy again. When I opened the door, my senses were assaulted with a fantastic reminder. The bed sheets and pillows were strewn everywhere, as if I could still see her fists gripping them and the imprint of her luscious body she’d left behind. The air was thick with her scent, and my cock jerked immediately at the sweet sensation my own imagination was causing. I wondered if I could ban housekeeping from cleaning it. Never mind. We’d just do it all again tonight, only this time, I’d try to retain a little memento from her—maybe her bra or panties.

  As I reentered the pool area, I was greeted in the same way as always. I’d noticed that there was always a definite divide between the girls, and it seemed to be based on hair color. The darker haired girls shouted hi from their side of the battleground while the blonder ones tweaked and adjusted their nearly non-existent bathing suits before cat-walking their way over to me.

  “You need to sit with us today,” Honey demanded. “We’ve missed you,” she continued, rubbing her top row of teeth suggestively with her tongue—either that or she needed to floss from breakfast.

  I knew she thought I was taking her in and gaining pleasure from her appearance. She was wearing some crocheted woolen two piece that looked like it was made to fit a nine-year-old girl. Her fake tits were fighting against the design, and we’d be lucky if her nipples didn’t make an appearance by the end of the day.

  All I could see behind her, though, was Daisy. She was sitting with Natalie on a shaded cabana bed, talking about something that made them giggle. She looked so beautiful and carefree, and there was nothing provocative about her swimsuit apart from the vibrant fire truck red color of it. The simple strapless bathing suit screamed classy temptress, exactly what I now knew she was.

  The camera crew had already set up for filming as some of the house team delivered cocktails to girls on inflatable pool beds and sun loungers. I had to give it to the production team; if I’d been watching this through a TV screen, I too would have been convinced that the guy who lived this way had the best life ever. I mean, come on, a hot sunny afternoon, waiters, cocktails and women on tap. I looked like bachelor royalty.

  Honey brought me back to reality as she took my hand and dragged me behind her to the blonde group of girls. As we walked past Daisy, I slowed to say good morning but the manipulative little bitch was not taking any chances.

  “You lot had your turn. It’s our turn now,” she said sweetly when I knew she was anything but. Playing my part for the cameras felt like some kind of betrayal now.

  “Sorry, ladies, I’m a guy in demand.” I shrugged.

  Most of Honey’s friends vacated the four-poster day bed they’d acquired, parting the billowing sheets swathing the sides and greeting me like I was entering Caesar’s bed chamber for group sex.

  The chatter was inane and annoying. They all seemed to have this nasal pitch to their voices, and I began to consider the very real possibility that it was linked to plastic surgery. After a while, I zoned out. My night of activity was catching up on me, which was an odd concept. I was used to having little or no sleep and even more used to half sleeping so I could stay safe on the streets. It must have just been the sheer satisfaction and exhaustion from my love making with Daisy.

  Love. Making.

  That was exactly how I saw it. What happened last night was just the beginning. If I could keep things real while we were in here, there was a real chance that we could make something of this.

  Not realizing I’d drifted off to sleep, I heard a man give one of those fake coughs to get someone’s attention, and shielding my eyes from the sun, I was able to make out the shape of Mellings standing at the end of the bed. “Yes, Mellings?”

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bsp; I was surrounded by blonde women. They had all joined me on the bed while I was having my forty winks. There were limbs everywhere and I felt irritated that I’d let it happen with Daisy just on the other side of the pool. They all began to titter and giggle like high school girls as I shuffled to the end of the bed.

  “Your presence is required in the study, Sir.”

  “Now?”

  “Now, Sir. Might I suggest a towel for your walk back to the house?” He handed me one and as I loosely swung it onto my hips, I noticed the reason for the giggling.

  Someone had scrawled, ‘I Wanna Get Laid by Kade’ across my abdomen in red lipstick, and when I turned to look for the culprit, Honey was sat, like butter wouldn’t melt, raking the offending lipstick over her lips.

  I followed Mellings, only wondering what was going on for a brief second. The closer I got to passing Daisy, Natalie and now Jess, the more bothered I was about what was written on my body. As I drew level with them, Daisy glanced at the scrawl and pivoted to lie on her front before I could make any further eye contact.

  Her reaction made me want to scrub at my skin with a pan scourer, but I couldn’t. The cameras were lapping up the unhelpful body art.

  As soon as we got to one of the studies on the ground floor, Mellings swung the door open before me and ushered me in, closing it behind me, leaving me looking at Meredith. On the way here, I was mentally preparing for a Carson conversation not a showdown with her. What am I saying? That’s utter bullshit. I couldn’t shake the feeling Daisy’s reaction gave me. She knew the game we were in. We’d spoken about it, so if it wasn’t the lipstick love letter, it must have been what I’d told her last night. It was a big fucking deal for me to tell her about my life and it had backfired. She’d finally realized that I was toxic and didn’t deserve her love and compassion.

  The sight of Meredith trussed up in some kind of tight dress and knee-high boots was not welcome, almost as unwelcome as the smile she gave me when she spotted the lipstick graffiti.

  “Kade, how are you?”

  “Cut the chatter. What brings you here?” A personally delivered Meredith message was never a good thing, and like Carson had warned, she wouldn’t have been happy about last night.

  “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t manipulate my show.”

  I didn’t answer her. What she was saying was true and I had manipulated things.

  “That will be the last fucking time you threaten to leave my show. Are we clear?”

  “No. Not really. Did it somehow make bad TV?” I said, gripping the towel at my waist harder in annoyance. It was that or step closer and throttle her.

  “On the contrary, it made excellent TV, like your footage of the previous evening.” I hated that she reminded me of what had gone on with Jess. “Enough chatter, as you say. Tonight, you will evict Daisy.”

  I could only respond to those utterly unacceptable words with a growl. This fucking cow needed to see just how I felt about that.

  “It’s my show and I will do what is necessary to stop you making it a fucking farce, Kade. You will evict Daisy and pick Honey tonight. I was going to compromise and let you have another bite of Jess, but now I’ve seen the endearing love note that Honey has left on your midriff. It’s a brilliant idea even if it’s not my own.”

  I was having enough of a trauma responding to the first part of her request about kicking Daisy out. Adding the Honey part was just beyond anything my sanity could comprehend. If I didn’t say something now, I knew I was going to punch her squarely in her face instead.

  “That’s not going to happen, Meredith,” I replied, forcing some calm into my body.

  “It is. Daisy will still get her money. After all, she’s been evicted fair and square.”

  “There’s nothing fucking fair and square about this,” I roared back at her. The idea of telling Daisy to leave was making me feel more ill than I’d ever felt since… since I realized I was responsible for the death of my best friend.

  Meredith stood up, or rather squared up to me, grinning like she was going to get her way, when in reality she was going to get exactly the opposite.

  “I’ll walk, you fucking bitch.” She threw her head back, laughing at me. “There’s nothing funny about this.”

  As her laughter came to an abrupt end, her demeanor turned serious. “On the contrary, you’ll do no such thing. You walk and this goes public.”

  Meredith spun her cell phone in my direction and there, in full color view, was Daisy riding me.

  “What the fuck?”

  As I began to protest, she hit the volume button and all I could hear was Daisy breathing heavily and me grunting through each down stroke she made on my dick. The public wouldn’t know it was Daisy, but I was clearly in view enjoying every moment of it. The viewpoint was from directly above my bed. The fuckers had put a camera in the four-poster canopy, and seeing my hands reach up to grab Daisy’s plump tits did nothing but tarnish my memory of it.

  “You fucking bitch. I’ll-”

  “Wait,” she urged, holding up a finger. “It gets better.”

  I knew what was coming. It was Daisy nearing the end of her enjoyment, and I watched as she thrashed about quicker, impatiently chasing an orgasm. I saw my right hand drop from her tit, remembering how I pressed my thumb to her clit in order to get her there as I was struggling to hold off my own orgasm.

  And like a car wreck that you couldn’t look away from, I waited for the wail and outburst of Daisy, her orgasm complete as she dropped her head back in satisfaction, facing the camera that neither of us knew was there. Up until now, it had just been a faceless brunette. Now, it was very clearly Daisy Ingles. The smile on her face was radiant, like the sun breaking through the clouds, and this bitch had fucking destroyed it for me.

  “The camera has already been removed. You will evict Daisy tonight and pick Honey, or this goes viral.”

  “Do it.”

  I watched as she scrunched up her face and her bottom lip pouted and wobbled, pretending to be a petulant toddler.

  “Oh, baby, don’t cry,” she mocked. “You were warned not to piss me off. Evict her. She gets her money and you get this recording when your commitment to my show and your contract is over. If you tell her or anyone else about this, I release it and destroy her. Don’t try calling my bluff. You played your hand last night. Would fast forwarding and playing the footage of your little confessional heart-to-heart help convince you? I know you care about her, and I’m willing to bet it’s enough to make you do what I fucking say. So man the fuck up and be a fucking convincing playboy millionaire, Kade.” Her tirade came to an abrupt end but the sparkle in her eyes was that of a victorious villain.

  I was speechless.

  I couldn’t decide whether I felt sick with fear or anger.

  The horrors of my past were now in the possession of this monster. It wasn’t just about the sex she’d filmed anymore; it was that she held the very essence of who I was and how I came to be this Kade Sutton in the palm of her hands.

  She didn’t give me the chance to counter her insane request. She just strolled past me like she’d won.

  And she had.

  That video would destroy Daisy. The thought of her parents and friends at the shelter seeing it would kill her, almost as much as it was killing me.

  That video would destroy Paighton, who didn’t deserve to have the tragic events of her only child’s death blasted round the media circuit.

  I knew I was going to have to do it. I couldn’t see a way around it.

  Yesterday had been the start of something amazing. For the first time, I opened my heart and shared my darkest secrets in an effort to see what the possibilities of life could feel like.

  Today, I knew without a doubt I was falling in love with Daisy Ingles.

  Tonight, I knew I was going to rip her heart out and slice my own open in the process.

  Thirty-Seven

  Daisy Ingles

  It’s a game. It’s just a stupid g
ame. He has to act this way. Everything he’s doing is all part of it and I have to pull my big girl panties up and accept it.

  I was still on the cabana bed by the hot tub. Most of the girls had left to get ready for the eviction/selection filming but I stayed put.

  Watching Honey touch Kade when he entered the pool area was like someone pouring gasoline in my eyes. It took a certain amount of restraint not to shout at her to get the hell off of him.

  I thought I recognized the actor in him, but if my brain thought long and hard, he acted the same way with us all. What if he treated Jess and I the same way once we were behind closed doors with him?

  When he lay down on the bed with all the blondes, it felt like someone was stabbing sharp needles in my eyes on top of the fudging petrol from before. Kade looked at ease with them, like he was enjoying the attention. Was it unacceptable for him to actually enjoy the attention after spending years being a nobody on the streets? Definitely not.

  Natalie was whining about never getting her turn in the spotlight, and it must have been the way a lot of the girls were feeling. I was just starting to get through my oversensitivity to the situation when I saw the look on Jess’s face. She looked like I felt.

  The crushing blow that Kade might have been utterly convincing in his bedroom the night before with her was a feeling I was struggling to dismiss.

  “Honestly, what’s she doing?” Natalie hissed, and both Jess and I snapped out of our reverie to see Kade looking completely content and Honey writing on his body. How the fudge did he not feel that?

  “Oh… interesting,” Jess whispered, and when I braved a further look at the porn cabana, I saw Kade getting up to leave with Mellings.

  The blondes looked disappointed and irritated, and so did Kade. When he got closer to me, gripping a small towel around the six-pack I had explored the night before, I could see what she’d written.

  I Wanna Get Laid by Kade. She’d even kissed him on the chest and left lip marks.