"Are we going to watch the DVD or not?" Her eyes narrow slightly. "Or are you jealous?"
"No!" I pause. "Why would I be jealous? He's not my boyfriend, Meredith. I don't give a crap who he screws. God, sometimes you can be such a bitch."
"Prove it," she retorts.
A wave of anger washes over me. I grab the first DVD off the bar and walk around it, headed for the DVD player. Without any effort, I slide my nail beneath the plastic wrapping and tear it from the case. I squat down and turn on the television, then the DVD player immediately following, waiting on everything to come on. I grab the case in both hands, pulling away from each other until it opens, revealing the round disc inside.
I begin to get nervous, but I ignore it. I can be stubborn when I want to be. This is one of those times I just need to bite the bullet and ignore every feeling I have in my gut, so I position the DVD in the slot of the player when it opens, and then close it.
Meredith pours herself another glass of wine as the player reads the disc. Just as the DVD introduction begins to play, she walks over with both glasses in hand, extending mine toward me. "Here. I have a feeling you're going to need this."
I take it by the stem, pouring a big gulp into my mouth. Moaning begins almost immediately and it hasn't even been playing a full ten minutes. I don't know what I was expecting, maybe commentary or something. Hell I don't know, I've never watched porn, but even porn previews obviously are more than I was prepared for. I begin to roll my eyes, but then I see him...
I can't breathe. Setting is in a classroom. Looks like college. Auditorium style. Meredith pulls me backward toward the couch as the professor points at the board, scribbled on with equations. The back of my knees hit the couch, but they don't bend. She tugs until I make myself sit.
A bell sounds just like the ones back in high school. That's weird. I didn't assume they would still have bells in college to signify the end of a class. What the heck do I know? I'm not in college. He begins to gather his things, but a blonde leans over his shoulder from behind, whispering something in his ear. His expression doesn't really change.
The rest of the class is exiting in a rush, but he remains seated. I'm not sure why, until he looks behind him but to the left, at another smiling blonde identical to the one rubbing her boobs on his back. I take a gulp of my wine, settling into the couch. The professor gathers his things and they follow suit - all three of them.
Nothing seems abnormal until they make it to the door as the professor walks out. Saxton braces his arms on the frame, a petite set of arms wrapping around his waist seconds later. His shoulder blades are protruding, confirming most of his weight is leaning into his hands.
Her hands disappear beneath his shirt. I veer my eyes toward Meredith, slightly uncomfortable. She's staring straight ahead, engrossed in the movie in front of her. I take another drink of wine, feeling parched suddenly. My eyes attempt to refocus on the screen. Saxton steps backward and shuts the door, locking it. He's no longer being touched. My breathing picks up.
He turns around. That's when I notice both of them, identical twins, standing beside each other and staring into his eyes with seductive smiles spread across their faces. They're beautiful. One may be a carbon copy of the other, but they aren't dressed the same. The one that was just whispering in his ear removes her shirt; the instigator I suppose.
My stomach is in knots. I have no earthly idea why. My legs pull up onto the couch, tucking beneath me. He stalks toward her, both of them. They are standing beside the professor’s desk as if they are willing and ready for him to take them, completely unashamed of what they're about to do. Okay, let's be real. It is a porn film: kind of the purpose. Actually... Scratch that. Like I have room to talk. Even if this were real life I'm sure the result would be no different. He seems to have that effect on people.
As soon as he stops in front of them, the topless blonde goes for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up his body until he allows her to remove it. She wastes no time before going for his jeans, unbuttoning them. Slowly she slides down the zipper, never removing her eyes from his.
I glance at him, like he instructed. I'm not sure how long I'll be able to. His expression almost looks bored. The sister closes in on them and he grabs her by the back of the head as the other pulls his jeans down his body, baring him, until she's on her knees. His focus is on the one standing. He pulls her head into his, kissing her. My eyes close briefly, as if I'm not supposed to look at him naked. I feel like an intruder. Then I remember it's a movie, so I open them.
My nerves begin taking on a role of their own, firing off throughout my body. I hate the way I feel right now, almost angry as the girl on the floor wraps her hand around his extremely hard dick, placing it to her lips while he makes out with her sister. My jaw ticks, before clamping down so tight my teeth feel as though they could break.
His free hand moves down to her head as she suctions him into her mouth, his dick slowly disappearing until she can't take anymore. He clenches his fingers in her hair, stilling her, before his hips start thrusting back and forth in her mouth. She takes him into her mouth as if she's starving.
My eyes move upward, trying to get away from the vision of him having his dick sucked by someone else. His lips are still pressed to the other girl, but her hands move to her waistband, before pushing her yoga pants down her legs until she can take them off completely.
Their lips part, but only long enough for her to remove her shirt and clear a vacant spot on the desk, sitting in the cleared off space. The girl on the floor alters her position, changing direction as if she knows what's next. With every second that I watch I find myself wanting to drown myself further in the sweet liquid that currently occupies space in my glass; what little is left. I'm not far away from being completely carefree, but only about a glass stands in my way.
I'm staring at his backside. A hand splays across his rear and the motion of her at his waistline picks up to a faster pace, the occasional moan sounding from her throat. He bends forward as the girl lying back on the desk spreads her legs for him, placing her feet flat on the edge. His hand makes contact first; his fingers finding the place that makes her feel good. It makes me angry even though I have no right to be, and it only heightens my anger because I'm starting to feel discomfort between my legs.
I'm so confused. I hate what I'm watching; yet I'm turned on.
His other hand gropes her breast as he places his lips to her abdomen, lowering with each separate one, until his mouth reaches her middle. Her cry out and the instant arching of her back as he begins assaulting her most sensitive place with his tongue causes me to lose it. He's doing exactly what he did to me on more than one occasion to her. I can't do this. I can't watch this. I thought I could easily. Looking at the photos didn't even bother me like this does.
My eyes begin glossing over until everything is blurred. I blink hard. I won't do this. This is stupid. Maybe I'm not ready to give myself to someone in that way. I'm obviously not mature enough to handle casual sex. I'm acting like I've already formed an attachment to him and all we've done is hook up. In no form do we have this mock relationship going on. I need to get over myself. If I can't handle this then what can I handle?
I drain my glass and place it on the side table. I stand, but Meredith never looks over at me. "Where are you going?"
"I'll be back." I lie.
"Okay, boo. Hurry back." Her words come out in a mild slur.
"K."
I disappear into my room and shut the door, quietly locking it to be alone, hoping she doesn't hear me. She's had almost twice as much wine as me, so I don't think she'll notice I'm gone after she forgets that I got up.
I walk over to my bed and fall down onto my back on my mattresses. I should really try to save for a bedroom suit. My phone chimes beside my bed. I reach over and grab it, holding the screen in front of my face. It’s a text message from Liam. I keep forgetting I gave him my number a while back.
Liam: Hey hey, gorgeous
girl. Wanna hang out?
Eh...no thank you. I open the message and quickly respond.
Me: I've been drinking. Sorry. :( Maybe another time?
Not even a second passes before I get another response.
Liam: I can come pick you up.
Me: I appreciate that, but I think I'm just going to chill here. It's kind of a girls’ night. That would be rude of me to just leave. Thanks for the offer. ;)
Again, it chimes. Seriously?
Liam: I'm going to break your shell eventually.
My fingers hover over the keyboard, trying to think of a response. I decide against it, tossing my phone down on the floor. The sound of material rustling causes me to look over. It landed on top of the folder Michael sent with me that supposedly contains this contract Saxton won't shut up about. I take a deep breath before looking up at my fan blades making circles.
For a moment I consider what it would be like to live in a house with Saxton. I'm sure it would be interesting to say the least. I'm just not sure I could have my most intimate places and experiences plastered all over the place for people to watch. What if my parents found out? Do I really care? If I'm one hundred percent honest with myself, I think the part that scares me the most is that I'm going to want more from this than what it actually is and in turn get heart broken. There is something about him that I'm drawn to, even knowing what he is and does for a living, and we barely know each other. I'm still undecided if it's a bad or good thing.
I can't do this. Maybe the best thing to do is to just tell him I can't, go on living my life exactly as it was before I worked VIP that night, and work on figuring out what I want to do with my life. Kind of like Drake said, I don't want to work in a club forever.
I grab my phone again and roll over on my stomach, propping myself up on my forearms as I start a new text message and pull up the contacts, searching for Saxton's number. I choose it when the S search brings me to his, as it's one of the first names. I touch it and it takes me back to the message box, the keyboard popping up. Both thumbs go to typing out words as quickly as possible.
Me: Hey Saxton. I just wanted to let you know I'm going to turn down the offer. I'm sorry. It's been fun though. Take care. -Kambry.
My stomach feels like it does when you're dropped down the hill of a rollercoaster at crazy speeds. My phone falls from my hands onto the bed and I allow my face to plummet on top of it, my nose buried in the comforter as my forehead rests on the screen. "You're a sucky person, Kambry."
The buzzing against my skin causes me to jump and make a screeching noise on accident. Now I'm nervous. Surely he hasn't read that yet. Awesome. My palms become flush with the mattress, boosting me off so that I can see the screen. Saxton Maverick...
I quickly grab it and roll back onto my back, staring at the screen and wondering if I should even answer. My thumb swipes right before my brain even has a chance to decide. My hand inches the phone to my ear. I roll my eyes. You're such a freaking girl.
"I wasn't baiting for a call, ya know."
He clears his throat. "Kambry."
"Last I checked yes."
"What was that text about?"
"I didn't think it was unclear."
"Don't PMS."
I scoff. "I'm not."
"Did you read it? I told you to call me if anything was confusing."
"I didn't," I admit.
"Fucking dammit. Why not?"
"Because...I don't know, Saxton. I just can't. Lots of reasons."
"Explain."
I stare at the ceiling, listening to the background noise. Sounds like a truck door shutting. "Are you going somewhere?"
"I'm hungry, and I'm waiting."
"Oh. Look, I don't really feel like talking about it right now. I'm about to go shower. Can we talk later?"
Silence.
I wait.
Nothing.
"Hello."
"Yeah, Kambry...we can talk later."
"Okay. Night, Saxton."
"Later."
The call disconnects. I look at the screen, now back to my home screen. "Well okay then."
I stand and head for the bathroom, just ready to take a bubble bath and go to bed. "Crap. Ear buds."
I detour, looking for my purse. It's sitting on the floor by the wall. Squatting, I open it and dig around until I find my ear buds. It doesn't take me long. They are usually sitting right on top. When I have them in hand, I walk toward my door and ease it open quickly. Once cracked, I peek my head out toward the couch. Surprisingly the television is off and everything is dark. Weird, she must have gone to bed.
I open my door the rest of the way and tiptoe lightly across the floor to the bathroom that is halfway between Meredith’s room and mine. At least I don't have to worry about her asking questions. I quietly shut the bathroom door and set my phone on the counter with my ear buds on top so I can run the water.
When the water begins pouring from the faucets, I test the water and adjust the knobs until the temperature is to my liking, then stop up the drain to let it fill. My movements are robotic, his voice fresh in my mind. I love his voice. It's the perfect depth, masculine, and sexy when he says certain things that almost give him a scratchy sound from it deepening, like being emotional.
The bucket on the floor draws my attention. Meredith and I keep our emergency girl stress kit, AKA our spa supplies, just beside the tub. One thing we agree on is that every girl should have bubble bath time at least once a week.
I pick up the lavender vanilla bubble bath and pour the perfect amount into the stream of water. Then the bath salts - one scoop dispersed along the length of the tub and my de-stressing officially begins. The aroma starts to fill the room, instantly calming me.
I stand and grab the lighter off the back of the sink, before lighting the three candles scattered throughout the bathroom, then returning it to its location before flipping the light switch to turn off the bathroom light. Nothing beats soaking in a hot bath when you can actually enjoy it in the dark.
The soft flicker of the candles as the water runs into the bathtub relaxes every nerve in my body. I quickly remove my clothes and throw my hair into a messy bun on top of my head, before stepping into the water and grabbing my phone and ear buds off the sink, plugging them in, and then place them in my ears.
The warm water envelops me as I sit down and pull up Spotify, searching for the station I'm in the mood to listen to. Bedroom Jams catches my attention. Perfect. That should be mellow enough. When the first song in the shuffle lineup starts to play, I lay my phone down on the floor out of water's reach and lie back, sinking down into the water.
"This is nice."
My feet take residence on the side of the tub below the faucet, the water raining down between my legs. I like the tub almost completely full, covering my body.
Bubbles are everywhere, the white, fluffy, cloud-like substance reproducing and spreading quickly. My hand wades back and forth in the water as they cover me. The water is almost opaque. I slide my bottom toward the front some more, bringing the water level to my collarbone.
My foot moves to the faucet, my toes wrapping around the handle before I turn it to shut the water off now that the tub is full. Just as my body begins to overheat, the air kicks on, blowing through the vent just enough to cool me down. Good, that means I can stay in here longer. A catchy song comes on: Sex Never Felt Better by TGT.
Most of the time I catch on to the lyrics pretty quickly, especially when it's a song I like and I'm relaxed and don't try. My eyes close and I begin humming along to the melody as the song plays through. R&B music is my ultimate love when it comes to music, my favorite. It's so sensual, each song telling a story. By the third time the chorus comes on, the tension in my body releases and the humming turns into singing along as I stare at the back of my eyelids, looking at nothing but blackness. "Sex ain't never felt better. I wanna swim in it all night. Girl, your body belongs to me..."
I settle into the back of the tub, trying t
o get comfortable. My hands rest on my thighs beneath the surface of the water and I allow the music to consume my mind. The scent lingers in the room, the air blowing across my face, and my body warm from the water, the combination soothing me. The hot temperature of the water is making my buzz more prominent. I can barely move. I think I may have a new found love: sweet wine.
I slide my feet down into the water, resting them flat against the bottom of the bathtub, my bent knees, and the leg area surrounding the only parts emerged from the water aside from my head. My eyes begin to roll into the back of my head, and I let them, slowly drifting off to sleep as I incoherently hum along to the music.
A hand cups my knee, but lightly as if careful to not startle me. A sense of familiarity washes over me, and visions of him begin to surface in my mind, like the way he looked at me on the steps of the pool just prior to kissing me. The scene replicates, but this time the scene plays out slightly different. It moves down my leg, just barely brushing along the surface of my skin.
It's so vivid and real that the vague sound of water movement registers, the gate between realms open and the two worlds mix. I moan at the feel as his fingers glide down my slick, wet skin and dips below the water. "Saxton," I mumble. "That feels nice."
The back of my head rolls as a finger moves to my center and swipes up the middle. "Please don't stop."
"You like that?"
"Mmmm Hmmm."
He slips a finger inside of me, causing my legs to fall apart as he begins to slide it in and out. The music in the background is only heightening the way it feels, keeping me from focusing on anything else. The pad of a thumb presses against my clit as his finger slides almost completely out, and then a rhythmic rocking begins between the two, never breaking contact with either place. "Just like that," I whisper.
The water creating a film on my skin reminds me of when he had his tongue on me, rubbing up and down just like..."That."
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