Page 5 of Freak

“Why would I want your name tag?” she finally asked, defensively.

My face pouted, assessing the wrinkles in Veronica’s eyes, as I plucked the unruly strand of hair that fell out from her scrunchie.

She flinched as I flicked it off my finger, disgusted.

Veronica was so submissive, and she didn’t even realize it, the awkward bobble of her head a default setting for blowjobs and cum swallowing. I’d smile if it weren’t so sad.

“Consider it a reminder…” I laughed to myself.

“Of what?” she asked quickly, the tips of her fingers fiddling with each other.

“Of who you were…” I replied, answering to the entrance of the dark banquet hall. “The girl whose entire life was only relevant in high school.”

Summer

Having a successful business meeting—which this was—required more than being professionally dressed. It demanded prowess in dominating others and unbendable focus. I was punctual and mentally prepared, avoiding the distractions of watered-down punch bowls and tequila shots, as I approached the makeshift auction stage with cutthroat intentions.

Veronica deliberated with the upcoming auctioneers in the corner, as a few unfamiliar women drooled into each other’s ears.

“Did you hear Rafael was up for bid?” One said to the other, debating on ways to pool their money together, but also arguing on who’d actually attend the date.

My attention to the auction stage was as focused as any other high stakes negotiation, that was until I heard my name.

“Summer?” Jake fixed his face like a jigsaw, his eyes and lips shifting from confusion to shock. “Holy shit.”

I ignored him.

“When did you get in?” he asked, finding space by my side. His belly wasn’t as big as it used to be, but his hair had thinned considerably, making his scalp visible, even in the darkened party.

“This afternoon.”

“How long are you in for?”

“Why is everyone so curious about that?”

“You look grea—” Jake paused, letting the song “Party Rock Anthem” fill the void of his sentence.

I tried not to cringe.

I knew what he was going to say, and I knew why he paused. The flattery of being told I looked great was second to the surprise he showed when he caught sight of my dirty little secret.

Peeking up from my dress, and wrapped around my thigh, was the leather strap to what I wore underneath. Its small, twenty-four carat, gold buckle was attached to a harness that contoured my body, and circled my breasts. No bra, no panties, just leather. I knew he wanted to look more, to see how my bare ass was framed with elastic straps, like a fuckable treat.

He shifted his cock in his pants, peeking at my pierced nipples that pebbled from the ice cold room.

“I’m here for business. You can leave now,” I instructed.

He moved closer.

“I’m the new head football coach now. You know… Since Coach Amada passed.”

I tried not to furrow my brow. To say I was surprised was an understatement, but the control I had over my expressions had taken years of self-discipline. Hearing that Rafael’s dad had died certainly challenged that. Immediately I thought of a multitude of questions. When did it happen? How? Was Rafael crushed, and did it hurt?

I straightened my posture, resisting the urge to clear my throat.

“Good for you,” I finally answered.

Jake balanced his bidding paddle in his hand, taking a sip of his tequila, unable to shoot it back like a real adult.

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