Page 2 of Gluttony

The men chuckled, and Val threw up inhermouth a little. What a piece of shit. These were the men Redtube called brothers?

Well, at least Redtube had changed. He’d gone from being all about the sex games in their DMs to actually valuing her as a person. Yes, he still posted his thirst trap videos on Insta andOnlyFans, but she was sort of proud that she and onlysheknew the man behind the mask. That she knew him as a person and not just as a sex object to drool over. When she chatted with him in their special chat room, listening to his deep, smooth as brown butter voice, looking into a face revealed to her—a gorgeous, ruggedly beautiful face—she could feel her heart open to him, and she could feel him open to her, too.

Once she got over herself and finally sacked up and met him, they’d take their budding relationship from the internet to the real world, where he’d show her just how much she meant to him.

“Just…come out from behind the blank screen, my Daisy. I wear a mask for money, what’s your excuse? I want to see your face, I want to touch you, and learn what you feel like when you’re relaxing against me, what you sound like when you sleep, and I want to know what your lips taste like.”

“But…what if you don’t like how I look? And what about my scars?”

“My Daisy…you mean more to me than anything in this world. I will wait for you….”

That had been the moment she realized that…maybe, they could have something different. That they could have somethingreal.

So why are you still hiding, all wedged in the corner like a lost sock?

“Hey man, check this out?—”

“What the hell, man? Is that a pussy?” Cluster asked.

“Yeah. It’s my fuck token,” the other voice offered.

“What the fuck is that?”

“Every girl I fuck, I get a pic of her snatch, sort of like planting a flag like I’d been there, done that.”

“Like how serial killers keep trophies?” Cluster inquired, sounding too interested in the topic.

“Sort of, but the only killin’ going on is me killin’ that pussy.”

All three men laughed, and Val grimaced. Seriously? Ick. She shuddered, her lips curling.

“Does everyone keep fuck tokens? Like panties or bras, shit like that?”

“I keep hair ties,” a voice she recognized as well as her own finally spoke. The voice was like smoky bourbon, poured over smooth silk, warm velvet, and dark fantasies.

“No shit?” the unknown voice remarked. “That means all your chicks have to have long hair, which we all know you like, because you’re a sick fuck who likes to pull hair while you fuck ‘em.”

Red chuckled darkly. “Exactly. Once we’re done, I take their hair tie as a ‘fuck token’.”

As Val sat there, her mind and heart colliding, they continued their conversation like Red hadn’t just turned everything she wanted to believe about him on its head.

She thought…she thought he’d changed. For her.

He talked about it but maybe that’s all it is…talk. He could just be posturing for his club brothers. He really could be waiting for you like he promised he would.

Immediately, that foolish thought was annihilated.

“So, you lookin’ for a new ride tonight, brother?” the one who wasn’t Cluster asked.

Cluster chuckled. “You know it,” he replied. “Me and Red are lookin’ for a pair of blondes we saw at the car show today. Told them about this place, and they said they’d come. And we’ll make sure they‘come.’”

Val sucked in a breath and held it.

Cluster and…Red? Redtube,herRedtube was…he was going to take come blonde home with him tonight?

But…what about his promise to wait for her? He wouldn’t lie about something like that, right? He said he understood, thatshe meant everything to him, and that he would wait until she was ready.

He said he would wait!

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