Page 16 of Last Summer
No bugs.
Just smoke that curls around my throat, clinging to me like a second skin, I watch as Julie scrolls through her phone as if nothing happened. And I envy that, because I also want to forget. I contemplate texting my sister, just to reach out to someone who once loved me. But, just like everyone else in my life, she’s as good as gone. Abby is also with us, perched up on a log painting pink glitter hearts along her thighs. Lost in her thoughts.
And me? I keep glancing between the fire and the trees as I nervously continue to chew on my thumbnail. Just waiting—have the other two not noticed just how silent the forest has become? Lucy is still down at the lake, I think. I hope. She and Chris have been gone for way too long. Something bad is coming. Something is going on out here. I can feel it.
“They are taking forever,” I say, glancing over at Julie, who pulls her attention away from the screen to look at me. Her pupils glazed wide. “Yeah, duh. He's playing the hero. And we are in the middle of nowhere.”
She’s right.
Maybe it’s just my anxiety… But seriously, how can everyone be so calm… so nonchalant about everything? Was I the only one who gave a shit? I should really just probably shut the fuck up, but my mind is to worked up and the words flow out my mouth.
“Yeah, I understand that, but it’s been a long time, Julie. Not only that, but we have a dead fucking body rotting away right behind us.”
Abby stops her painting then, her eyes darting between Julie and me. “Guys, let's not bicker between us. I’m sure they are probably filming some masked man chase scene in the woods, or something. Right?” she adds, trying to diffuse the situation.Julie lets out a sigh, rolling her eyes. “Finally, someone with sense. What happened to Sarah was a complete fucking accident. She was dead the moment she was impaled.” My eyes widened at her words, not a fracture of emotions.
There’s something off about Julie. I just can’t put my finger on what it is. She seems so fucking familiar, and yet, I’m sure I’ve never met her before.
Abby quickly interrupts my thoughts about Julie, “Guys, let’s just do something to take the edge off while we wait. After all, we are all here for money, so let’s have some fun.”
Fun.
The words taste bitter in my mouth, but maybe they are right and I'm just tripping, but on the other hand, who wouldn’t be. Julie walks away and heads into one of the tents I'm sure belongs to Lucy, while Abby looks at her.
“What is she doing?” I ask, glancing over at Abby who just shrugs.
Julie steps back out shortly after walking in, and I recognize one of the objects in her hand—a phone. But it’s not the same one she was on a minute ago. It must be one of the cell phones provided to stream. No service—they paid for satellite Wi-Fi,but not cell phone towers. Which is odd now that I think about it, but just as I’m about to voice my concern, Julie's smile widens as she holds up the other object in her hand, a blue wand. She tosses the toy to Abby who catches it like it’s some fucking prize, grinning wide as she waves the wand. “Now you’re talking.”
“Wait, we're recording?” I ask, my eyes darting between the two women. “Like, right now?”
“Of course I am. We are here to fuck and make money,” Julie responds as she holds up the phone to show me the comments already sending in coins—demands. So much fucking money is being thrown our way that it’s hard to not gawk and obey their commands.
Money is the root of all evil.
The same evil that has me grinning as I read the comments. “Use the wand on the blonde one,” I read outloud, warmth radiating over my back as Abby moves closer, slipping the toy between my legs and begins tracing a soft line upwards before settling between my legs.
I should walk away.
I should say fuck all of this.
But I don’t. Instead, I part my legs, letting the rub of the wand place more pressure on my sensitive area. “Who wants to hear Danica scream?” Julie asks, her voice high pitched and cheerful.
All a show.
I am wearing nothing but a pink bathing suit and black cotton booty shorts, allowing the toy to pulse pleasurably against my folds. Suddenly, the toy speeds up, and the vibrations hit me like a wave crashing against the shore—causing me to bow into Abby as she applies more pressure.
“Make her scream for us?” Julie purrs as her hand moves towards my chest while the other holds the phone up close to my face so they can all see me come undone. Nails trail up my neck until they find the tie that holds my pink triangles—then she undoes it. Abby groans as her hand cups my full breast, my ass pressed against her as she continues to maneuver the wand with expertise.
“Maybe we should make Danica our little toy this weekend,” Julie purrs at Abby as they both touch me. “We could tie her to the bed, leave her naked and wide open to be used whenever we want.”
I mewl at the thought. The wand presses against my clit causing waves of pleasure to roll through me.
“I brought extra strap-ons,” Abby responds. “We could fuck both her tight little holes together. I bet she’d cry so pretty for us.”
Waves of pleasure wash over me, warmth pooling in my center—in my spine. Julie places my erect nipple between her delicate soft fingers, pinching and twirling, making it deliciously painful. “Fuck!” I shout as I feel my orgasm closing in. Needing more friction, my body grinds over the wand, my arousal beginning to soak through the fabric of my shorts. The buzzing noise drowns out the fire crackles—the drumming of my heart.
“You want to be our fuck doll, Danica?” Abby asks as her wet, warm tongue glides up the length of my neck
It’s too much to take. I come undone. My eyes cross as I look up at the camera, screaming to a god I'm not sure exists. “Oh, God!”
