When she plops down on the couch next to me, she’s still panting, and she reeks of outside and sweat. “God, Heather,” I push her leg, “Don’t get that smell on the couch.”
“Shut up.” She scoots to the edge of the couch and collapses on the floor. “So, what kind of shit did you get to watch today?”
Smiling, I glance down at her. “Oh, just Tyler getting his cock sucked by a guy.”
She chokes on her drink. “What?”
“Yep.” I can’t help but laugh as I recall the look of absolute fear that overtook his face when Benson was crawling toward him on the bed. “Evidently, he’d rather have a guy suck his cock than have me suck a guy’s cock.”
“Wait. What? Why would you suck a guy’s cock? Look, I just ran two miles and my body thinks it’s dying. Did I miss something?”
“Everyone is sick, and the girl that was supposed to shoot with Tyler didn’t show up, so basically he shelled out a ridiculous amount of money and wasn’t gonna get a shoot out of it.”
“Okay, where do you come into this?”
“He asked me to do a shoot—”
“Fuck no he did not. Please tell me you didn’t.” A look of panic creeps over her face.
I narrow my gaze. “No, I didn’t, but when Hud suggested it Tyler freaked and told me I couldn’t which made me go all feminist-you-can’t-tell-me-what-to-do and then I said I would do it, and Tyler said he’d let Benson suck his dick.”
“Whoa!” Heather holds her hands up and shakes her head. “What are you guys? Thirteen? Jesus, you two are crazy. You can’t go sucking a dick just because someone told you not to.”
“I know. He just makes me angry as shit.”
She launches the empty soda bottle across the room, and it lands in the middle of the kitchen. “Close to the trashcan?” she asks.
“Nope.”
“Damn. Well, you know what? It’s kinda romantic in a really fucked up, disturbing way. He sacrificed his cock to keep you from being with another dude.”
Shaking my head, I nudge her with my foot. “Yeah, really romantic, Heather.”
“Maybe he’s not scum…just a little dirty whore or something.”
I glare at her. “Don’t start liking him just because you are fucking his roommate.”
“But wouldn’t that be so cute. Two besties dating besties?”
“No, it wouldn’t.”
My phone dings with a text.
Would you be able to go to NYC for a day at the end of the week? I’ll pay you overtime. I need an assistant at a signing.
Sure.
Thanks, chicken. I’ll give you details tomorrow. xx
“Was that him?” Heather asks.
“No, nosy.”
She pushes up from the floor and groans. “I’m going to take a shower, probably masturbate a little, then we should order take-out and watch a movie.”
“You know what?Normalfriends could just say let’s order food and watch a movie.Normalfriends don’t inform you of their masturbation schedule.”
Heather holds up her middle finger as she walks toward the hall. “You love it, and you know it.”