Page 127 of Triggered By Love
“Follow my lead.” She squeezed her nipples and writhed on the bed.
“You mean fuck you for real?”
“No,” she hissed. “Get them to admit they did this to Garm and his friend.”
“They’re watching,” he whispered. “I want to make love with you.”
“Not in front of their cameras.” She nibbled his ear and clawed at his back, jerking and twerking to keep the show going. “They’re going to use the video to blackmail you.”
“Then why the hell are we dry humping?” He growled through gritted teeth while fondling her breasts.
“Watch it. The wire is on the two lines below my boobs. The key is not to get me naked. They’ll complain, and then we can get them into an argument.”
He sucked on her earlobe and felt the wire underneath the bathing suit.
Reassured that the line was there, she wondered where the mics were located. Over her nipples? Possibly.
“Hey, will you get her naked and fuck her?” Larry yelled from behind a stand of orchids. “My dad can’t hold out that long.”
“Is he masturbating?” Jason whispered while slipping his finger down the patch of material covering her crotch. “Wow, you’re actually turned on?”
“By you. But I’m scared.” She palmed the hard beef stick underneath his pants. “Next time they nag, Orson’s going to be really frustrated. He wants to come.”
“Is this what you usually do? Have sex with the male model?”
She didn’t answer. This was the part she’d left out.
He bit her neck and sucked his way to her ear. “Well? You lied, didn’t you? You told me all I had to do was strip for him.”
“It all depends on their mood,” Avery said. “Last year I only had to give Brando a blow job.”
“What the hell?” He pushed himself off her so hard she banged her head on the headboard. His eyes were wild, and the energy surging through him from the drugs could spur him into violence with superhuman strength.
“That hurt. You jerk. Leave me alone,” she shrieked.
“I’m out of here.” He left the bed and whirled toward the greenhouse door.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Larry held the gun. “You go back there and fucking rape the whore. Do it.”
“I will not hurt Avery.” Jason lowered himself like a raging bull and bunched his fists. “Shoot me, but I will always protect her.”
“This isn’t what you’re supposed to do,” Larry shouted, holding Jason off with the gun. “Avery, you said he promised to cooperate.”
“That was before you injected him with meth,” Avery said. “I can’t control him. You saw him throw me around.”
“Tell him to fuck you. Dammit. My dad can’t get off unless you complete a sex act. Suck Jason off or shove a dildo up his butt. Tatiana, where the hell are you? We need the sex toys.”
“Larry, you have to calm down.” Avery approached the two men who were squared off against each other. “I’m trying to put on a show for you guys, but you know what meth does to a guy. Especially someone who fucking never took it before. Let him go. I’ll do someone else.”
“The hell you will.” Jason whirled around and grabbed Avery by the shoulders. “I’m getting you out of here before we end up like Garm and Longshanks.”
“Oh, no, you two aren’t going anywhere until you finish the show,” the professor’s shrill voice rose from behind the one-way mirror. “We only let your friends go after they performed.”
“You mean they had sex, man to man?” Jason asked, looking disgusted.
“All ways, every hole,” Larry said in a bragging voice. “That was some show.”
“They kept it up for hours,” Orson said. “I still watch the video.”
