Page 3 of Hat Trick
1 Right Now - PARTYNEXTDOOR
CHAPTER 3
CHA CHA SLIDE, ANYONE?
DOMINIC
“Ilet my hand roam up her thigh. Doing my best to memorize every whimper that falls from her lips. I can’t believe she’s fucking mine. She is like a dream I never could have imagined?—”
Fuck. Well, that wasn’t right.
Hitting a couple of keys on my keyboard, I delete the last audio clip.Again.I’ve been trying to record this script since I got home from practice, and I can’t quite seem to get it the fuck together.
I arguably have the coolest job among all of my friends. Even though, right now, I want to throw my computer through the wall. One of the perks of having a super deep and sultry voice, coupled with an almost-degree in audio engineering… I make one hell of an erotic audio narrator. It’s a relatively new thing since the apps are just now really starting to gain popularity, but once I realized I could do it, I dove in headfirst. All ittook was one audio submission to one of the more popular apps, and three days later, they had me producing my first clip.
I’m not ashamed of it either. I think it’s really fucking cool. My friends like to give me shit, but I know they’re secretly all a little jealous about the extra attention I’ve gotten around campus since I’ve started.
It also helps a little that a year and a half into this gig, my schooling is now fully paid for, and I am living more comfortably than most people my age.
But, even super sexy voice actors have bad days on the job, and today is just one of those days. So, in the spirit of persevering, I clear my throat and take a drink of water. However, just as I’m about to hit record, Emerson’s face pops up on my phone screen with an incoming video call.
?1 Putting my headphones around my neck, I answer his call. “Aren’t you supposed to be packing?”
“I—wait. Why does your voice sound like that?”
“Like what?” I ask and clear my throat once more.
“Like it does after we—oh I see. The headphones. The acoustic panels. Were you recording an audio?” Emerson sing-songs. “Are we about to get a new piece from Dom The Don?” His eyebrows wiggle playfully.
I can’t help but laugh. “I was until you interrupted me.”
“What can I say… I missed you.”
“You just saw me two hours ago.” He’s being uncharacteristically playful.Something’s up.
“That and I have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you.” Consider my interest piqued. I raise a brow at him, waiting for him to continue. “The twins have the flu.”
“Okaaaaay. And?”
He sighs dramatically. “Dominic.The twins have the flu.”
“Why does that concern—oh shit. Does that mean they’re?—”
A wide smile spreads across Emerson’s face as he nods aggressively. “Oh yeah. They’re staying with Grandma and Grandpa. Which means there’s a shiny spot on an all-expenses-paid vacation just for you.”
I stand abruptly from my seat. “Are you serious? I get to go to Turks and Caicos?”
“Flight leaves bright and early Friday morning, good buddy.”
“Oh my god. I love you so much right now, you have no idea. You don’t even have to give me a blowie anymore. I’ll giveyouas many as you want. Oh shit. I can give you unlimited blowies on a tropical island! This is the best day EVER!”
“Alright, now you need to take it down a notch.”
Completely forgetting the audio, I throw my headphones off and start stomping around my room, grabbing my suitcase from under my bed, and digging my summer clothes back out from the depths of my closet, all while Emerson watches from where I have him propped up on my desk. “Nope. Never. Hope you’re ready to get your world rocked in Turks and Caicos, Emmy. Ohmygod, wait until you see my weddingdance moves. You’re going to be so impressed.” I spin and point my finger at the phone. “World. Rocked. Emerson Baker.”
Emerson just laughs and rolls his eyes. “I’m going to let the Emmy go because I know you’re excited. We’re leaving tomorrow night and spending the night at the hotel by the airport since our flight leaves so early Friday morning. My parents should be arriving in Pensacola from Montana tomorrow around six, so we can all get dinner before we check in at the hotel. Sound good?”
“Sounds so fucking good. Wait until Mr. Baker gets a look at my moves. Oh! Do you think he’ll do the Dougie with me?” Emerson looks at me deadpan. “Yeah, you’re right. He seems more like a Cha Cha Slide kind of guy. Doesn’t matter. I’ll dance to anything. I’m so excited!”
