Pierce Me: Satisfied by the Bad Boy

by Simone Sowood

  It’s the hideous kitchen, naturally. At least it gives me extra motivation to work, so I can earn enough money to have it ripped out.

  The first thing I do is check the comments on the F*ck Buddies video I posted yesterday. I still can’t believe I did something so rash. How embarrassing. I hope my viewers forgive me for it.

  I intend to capture all the comments, save them to my computer, and delete the video before anyone else has the chance to see it.

  Except there are only two comments:

  Ox Man: He doesn’t want a relationship either, go suck him off already. You know you’re gagging for it.

  And, underneath it, timestamped an hour later:

  Hung like a Donkey: What he said. Go get fucked u uptight bitch.

  Nice. I’d expected some troll stuff but I’d also expected more from my fans. Especially all my female viewers. Fine, maybe not many people saw it. Other than the seven hundred and eighty thousand views it’s showing.

  I click onto the other video I posted yesterday, my rant against Nathan, the Don’t be Annoying video.

  Hung like a Donkey: Ur more annoying than him

  Great, same troll again. I click into another video.

  Mel9424: Love you, you’ve brought so much joy to my life ;) ;)

  I smile, glad that I can help someone. There are a dozen more like it. My eyes keep scrolling down the screen, until I see a comment that sticks out at me.

  Hung like a Donkey: U don’t know what u r talking about

  Um, okay. It’s the same troll again, and my pulse increases.

  I click through my older videos. Hung like a Donkey has commented on every single video.

  Hung like a Donkey: U talk bullshit

  Hung like a Donkey: Ur already stupid but U need to be spanked

  Hung like a Donkey: Go get some so u know what you’re saying

  And on and on.

  All in the past day. Normally I can ignore trolls, but the fact this guy has commented on so many of my videos freaks me out. I report him to YouTube, but there’s not much else I can do.

  The second I’ve hit report abuse, I FaceTime Darla.

  “Check out my latest troll attack” I say the second she appears on my screen.

  Darla’s pale eyes flit across the screen as she clicks into her browser and through my videos.

  “What the what?” she says.

  “I know, right. I’ve reported it but it’s freaky that he’s posted on so many.”

  “Make sure you take screen shots of them all.”

  “Good idea.”

  “Some people have way too much fucking time on their hands,” she says.

  While she’s talking, I grab all of the comments before YouTube takes them down.

  The nice thing about living with Nathan, no matter how useless a man he was, was that when my videos were subject to a troll attack, it wasn’t just me in the house. Having him in bed beside me made me sleep a little easier.

  Now it’s just me and an oversized pillow for comfort.

  “How are you doing, anyway? Anything new?” I ask.

  “You mean do I have any more gossip on Nathan?” Darla winks twice at the webcam.

  “No, do not tell me anything about Nathan. I mean it. How are you?”

  “I’m great, babe. I found a new man. Well, if he’s old enough to be called a man yet.”

  “Please tell me he’s old enough to drink.” Is this to do with her turning thirty soon?

  “Of course, otherwise how boring would that be? He’s been old enough to drink for a whole year now.”

  “How does he know what he’s doing in bed? Doesn’t he come too fast?”

  “Oh hell no, I’m teaching him. That’s the fun. This boy doesn’t mind following instructions.”

  “How long has it been? You didn’t know him the last time we talked.”

  “He’s a fast learner. Let’s just say I’m molding him into my dream man.” Darla motions her hands, miming the perfect male shape. She starts wide at the top, descending into a vee shape. When her hands meet, she flips one over and mock grabs a crotch.

  I snort. “You’re bonkers.”

  “And you’re not? Had any more run-ins with Mr Hottie next door?”

  “Nope,” I say, turning my face so she can’t tell I’m lying.

  “Fine. Tell me Friday, since you’re holding out on me now.”

  “So anyway,” I hesitate, “I’m going to come to you and stay for the weekend.”

  “What? No way, I’m coming to see your new place.”

  “You absolutely are not coming here. I miss going to our old haunts, I’m coming to you.”

  “Not. Gonna. Happen. I need to see him in the flesh. If you come here, leave your keys under the mat. Because I’m staying at yours this weekend, with or without you.” It’s her don’t-mess-with-me voice. The one everyone knows means business. I’m sure her new boy toy is very familiar with it. If she says she’s coming, she’s coming. If I’m not here and don’t leave the key, she’ll sleep in her car in the driveway.

  “But…”

  “No buts. Don’t think you can run and hide from introducing me to your neighbor. Because I know that’s what you’re trying to do here.”

  Well she’s wrong about one thing, that’s definitely not what I’m trying to avoid. Unless it comes under the umbrella of avoiding all contact with Knox whatsoever.

  It’s not going to be possible to avoid him forever, is it?

  Ugh. The reality of the thought is a blow to my gut.

  But I can hide a little longer, give him time to forget. Make the situation a little less raw.

  Darla and I talk for a little longer, before saying our goodbyes.

  I throw myself back into my work, planning out the videos I’m going to shoot this week. I’ve got two product placements. Fortunately neither makes noises.

  My doorbell rings, and I sink down low against my kitchen table, even though I’m around the corner from the door, and there’s no way anyone could ever see me.

  “Avery,” Piper says through the door.

  I’m relieved it’s just her, but still don’t want to see her in case she tells Knox I’m not sick after all. There’s always a good chance of her inviting me over to their house for more pizza or dessert.

  She bangs on the door, though not with as much force as her father uses. Riddled with guilt, I freeze in place to stay silent.

  The letter slot snaps shut, and the house goes quiet again. I peek around the corner. A white envelope is on the floor.

  I retrieve the envelope and tear it open. It’s a homemade card, with a surprisingly good drawing of the two of us shopping together. Thank You is written in purple bubble letters across the front.

  Inside, written in purple pen, it says:

  Dear Avery,

  Thank you so much for taking me shopping. I had so much fun and it’s so nice to have pretty bras. I hope we get to do it again, I love hanging out with you.

  My dad says thank you, too. He said you’re super nice and funny, and how lucky we are that you live next door to us. He also said you can come for pizza another time.

  And that he thinks you’re really pretty.

  Piper xoxo

  My heart bursts. She’s so sweet. I actually had a lot of fun shopping with her. I wonder if it’s possible to hang out with her and have zero contact whatsoever with her father.

  Though I wonder why she’s telling me all the stuff he’s supposedly saying about me.

  Knox

  I haven’t seen Avery in days. It’s already Wednesday. She’s obviously scarred by my drilling comments. Except she posted the F*ck Buddies video after that conversation. Even though the video’s gone now.

  Did she change her mind about wanting a fuck buddy? I haven’t. As long as she agrees to the no-relationship part.

  Avery must feel like a sham, posting all these how to have sex videos online, when she doesn’t appear to be having any herself. No wonder she wants a fuck buddy.
It’s not just for her body’s needs, she needs one for her job.

  I’d be doing her a huge service.

  On Monday, she didn’t answer her door, no matter how long I banged on it. Yesterday, she didn’t answer her door, no matter how much I tried to talk her out through her closed door and windows. It’s impressive that she’s kept all her windows shut so tight, since it’s been over eighty every day and I haven’t even worn a shirt all week.

  Today, I have a different tactic.

  I hear Avery’s front door shut, and jog to the front of her house. She probably thinks I’ve gone to pick up Piper from school, like I normally do. But not today, I asked her friend’s mom if she’d give her a drive home.

  “Hey,” I say, rounding the corner of her house. She’s on her driveway, wearing a flimsy sundress that I want to tear off her right this second. She must’ve been making a break for her car. I stride over to her.

  She looks at me like a deer in headlights, and a broad smile forms across my face.

  “Knox,” she says as I near her.

  “Thanks for taking Piper shopping.”

  “No problem, anytime. She’s a great kid. You’ve done a good job, considering her mother is in Africa. I mean, what she’s doing is noble, but her priority really should be her daughter.”

  Africa? What the fuck is Avery talking about? Focusing on my goal, I ignore the comment.

  “She’s a good kid,” I say.

  “Anyway, I’d better run,” she says, turning away.

  On reflex, I reach out and grab her upper arm to stop her from leaving, before she can go hide again. The second my hand touches her soft skin, a rush of something shoots from my hand all the way down to me feet.

  Judging from the way she looks to the sky and swallows, she felt it too.

  “I’ve never seen a guy here.”

  “Nope,” she says, and leaves her lips slightly parted.

  “I was joking around the other day about you not having a man around. But I mean it, if you need any help with anything, I’m here.” I release her arm.

  “Oh,” she says, and turns to face me. Our eyes meet, and the same rush blasts through me.

  “You know, anything at all,” I say, raising my eyebrows.

  Her nose twitches and her tensed shoulders drop.

  “Hear me out. I’m single, you’re single. We both have itches that need scratching. We both know you find me… Well, you know, the whole window thing.”

  Avery’s eyes widen and her cheeks turn red. She turns to flee again, and once again I grab her arm. Even though I’m touching her, we’re standing arms length apart.

  “Let me go.”

  “Just let me say what I want to say, then you can go hide from me in your house again.”

  Avery lets out a long groan, her other hand flying to her mouth to stop it.

  I smirk. “That’s a sound I want to hear more of. Because seriously, you’ve got the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard. That day,” she grimaces at my reminder, “when you screamed out the window…”

  “Oh God, was it that loud?” she says, looking at the ground.

  “That noise made me want to break down your door and help you out. I’m just saying this is a two-way thing. There’s no point in us having to do what you were doing at the window.”

  “It wasn’t about you, you know?”

  “Then why watch me out the window while you’re doing it? You were ten feet away. Obviously you wanted me to see.”

  “I most definitely did not want you to see,” she says, raising her voice in protest.

  “But I did, so here we are. No point in prolonging your suffering,” I say, smirking.

  “My suffering? What about your suffering? Because it seems to me like you’re the one that wants me,” she says, looking at me with her brow furrowed.

  “Let’s be clear, this is just about an itch. Nothing, and I mean nothing, more.”

  “Good, because nothing more would ever happen.”

  “Exactly. I don’t like you. You don’t like me. We just happen to have needs.”

  “You don’t like me?”

  “So what, you don’t like me.” Shit, what a stupid thing to say to a woman. “I like your body. And your voice. I really like your voice.”

  “You said that already.”

  “I meant I don’t want a relationship with you. Because I have Piper, and she’s my priority. But I absolutely want to scratch your itches.”

  Avery laughs, the sound makes the blood race in my veins. I step closer to her, and run my hand over the bare skin of her shoulder.

  “I’ve never really done the whole casual,” she pauses, “sex thing.”

  “Don’t worry. You’ve probably never even had a man please you.”

  “Of course I have.”

  “Not really. Not the way I can make you feel.”

  “Is that so?”

  Her eyes wander over my shirtless torso. They get stuck on my six pack for a minute, before zeroing in on my crotch. My cock stiffens under the heat of her gaze, and she grins.

  “See, we can help each other out. No strings attached.”

  I run a calloused finger over her silky hair and down her cheek, stiffening my cock further.

  “No strings?”

  “We’d have to agree on that from the start. This is purely itch scratching. It’s not even the hint of a relationship.”

  “I can agree to that.” Avery smiles and bites her bottom lip.

  Unable to resist, I run my thumb over her full lips. The full lips I’ve been watching and visualizing on my cock all those nights with my iPad. She doesn’t stop me, instead her tongue darts out between them and connects with my thumb.

  Jesus, why did she take so long to come out of her house? I’ve waited all fucking day, and now Piper’s about to get home.

  I close the rest of the distance between us. The swell of her breasts graze against my exposed chest. My cock strains against my shorts.

  “But above all else, Piper must never even suspect anything. Ever,” I say.

  “Fine.”

  “I’m fucking serious. Not even a whiff. Don’t come knocking on my door at night because you want some. Don’t hint to her that you’ve had so much as a conversation with me. Nothing.”

  “You’re right, of course she can never know. She’s a kid. She doesn’t need, or want, to think about her father’s love life.”

  I shake my head, “Not love life, sex life.”

  “Whatever, that’s even worse. What would she think if she found out I was sleeping with her father?”

  “Good, we agree. Any terms you want to add?”

  I lean over, our lips an inch apart.

  “You really don’t like me?” she asks.

  “Do you like me?”

  Avery doesn’t say anything.

  “Didn’t think so,” I say, and press my lips against hers.

  Jesus. My cock surges. They’re every bit as amazing as I’ve imagined. Soft and full, my lips get lost in them the way they’ll get lost in her pussy lips.

  The noise of a car rounding the corner hits my ears, and I spring back from Avery.

  “Why’d you take so fucking long to come out of the house?” I bark.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Tomorrow morning, do us both a favor, and answer your goddamn door.”

  “Dad! Avery!” Piper shouts, slamming the car door behind her.

  My cock deflates at record speed, and I turn to wave to her. She’s running at full tilt towards us.

  “Are you feeling better, Avery?”

  “Yes, I’m just about to go grocery shopping,” Avery says, “I have to hurry if I want to make it to the bank.” Smooth, real smooth Avery.

  “Come on, sweetheart, let’s go home. Avery’s in a hurry.”

  Avery

  I get in my car, but forget what I was going to the store to buy. Did that really just happen?

  My body is buzzing all over. The super hot guy from next door
kissed me and is coming over tomorrow morning for more.

  Knox and I just agreed to be fuck buddies.

  Daytime ones, apparently. That suits me just fine, I’m into some afternoon delight.

  Sure, this way I don’t get to be held by a man in bed at night, but it certainly solves me dishing out sex tips to the masses even though I live a nun-like lifestyle. There’s still no relationship in my immediate future — and I most certainly do not want a relationship with Knox anyway.

  His terms were perfect for me. It’s like he read my mind.

  And damn, going by the way he kisses, he knows what he’s doing. Dear God, the way he tasted, I thought my knees would buckle. What else can he do with those lips?

  No more overpowered vibrators for this woman.

  I can barely wait until tomorrow. The first thing I’m going to do is run my hands all over those tattoo-covered muscles of his, the ones I’ve been staring at out the window. The second thing is to see if that bulge in his pants really is as big as it seemed today — because there’s no denying the raging hard-on he had just now, but damn, Nathan sure never had anything so big in his pants.

  I want my body pressed against his right this minute. Why did I hide in my house all week?

  That’s fine. It’s been over six months since I had sex. One more night isn’t going to make a difference. Besides, I need time to cool down and collect myself. The way my mind is racing now, like a horny teenager, I’d just embarrass myself all over again.

  Thinking of which, Darla is going to die when I tell her.

  No, she’s probably going to thank him for making the arrangement so she didn’t have to.

  Sitting in the car, I close my eyes and try to remember whatever it is I needed so badly that I risked leaving my house for. It’s probably milk, but I’ve lost interest.

  I get out of the car and go back in the house.

  The first thing I do is shave my legs.

  Next, I go through my large lingerie collection given to me free and added to weekly by different lingerie designers for me to showcase in my videos.

  Do I go full naughty straight away, or stick with something tamer like simple blue satin panties?