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  She comes so hard, both her arms spread wide, one around each of us, and we hold her like that.

  It’s just the three of us.

  Our uncontrollable lust for a lost girl.

  The rumble of the city waking up.

  And the rain.

  My cock is so hard, all I can think about is getting this girl’s mouth all over it. JD grabs her hair and pulls her head back. “She’s gone, man. Dust.”

  And she is. The little bit of action she gave us is officially over. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is open, her breathing is deep, and her body is limp. I slip my arms around her waist and get to my feet, bringing her with me, then slinging her light body into my arms like I’m cradling a child. “She’s cold, too. She’s shivering like a motherfucker.”

  I look over at JD as he gets to his feet. He squints at her and then puts a palm on her upper arm. “Yeah, she’s way cold. We probably should’ve done this inside. What do you want to do with her?”

  I take a breath. Because it’s a good question. One we didn’t think through.

  “We should warm her up before we kick her out.”

  Fucking JD. I shake my head and laugh at him. “We’re not throwing her out, asshole. She’s way too out of it. Let’s just go inside and get her out of these clothes.”

  “Put her in the tub, Ark. She can warm up that way.”

  I carry her through the living room. My feet and clothes are soaking wet, so I leave a trail of water across the dark gray polished concrete floors as I take her to my bedroom. I’ve got the only bathtub. The other two bathrooms only have showers. JD pushes past me and gets there first so he can turn the water on. It blasts out as I hold the girl and look at myself in the mirror.

  What a strange day.

  I’ve never had a girl up here in my room. I don’t like to date. It just complicates things. Plus, almost all the girls I know do porn and I’m not interested in that kind of girl.

  I turn back to JD. “I’ll hold her up, you take off the dress.”

  JD turns back to me as I set her on her feet. She does not stand on her own, so I really do have to hold her up. JD grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it up so he can pass her arms through the skimpy straps holding it on. It’s such a thin dress. Something you’d wear on a hot summer day. Not something you spend the cold October night in.

  As soon as JD pulls up the dress up over her head, we see the bruises. “Fuck,” he says as he maneuvers her other arm through the last strap of fabric. “What the fuck?”

  I turn her so I can see them in the mirror. One is a welt across her shoulders, another branches off and climbs up her neck, half hidden by her wet hair. Underneath the yellowish hue are the faint remainders of scabbing.

  On her back are the healed ones. Long gashes. Dashes of scar tissue that cross her back like stripes on either side of her spine. And between those are the knifeplay scars. They are scattered between the stripes like so many broken pieces of glass.

  “She was caned and cut,” I say. “Pretty hard and deep from the looks of it. And for a pretty long time.”

  JD just shakes his head and walks back over to the tub to check the water. “Just put her in here. It’s deep enough now.” She doesn’t struggle when I pick her up and set her in the tub while JD strips down, throwing his wet flannel and t-shirt on the floor, and then dragging his soaked jeans down his legs.

  His cock is hard and he pumps it a few times before he climbs into the tub and positions himself behind the girl’s back before sitting down, holding her close to his chest with his legs on either side of hers. “Go get your camera, Ark. I want pics.”

  “Why?” I ask. “We can’t use them for Ray.”

  “For me,” he says as he leans into the girl’s ear. And then he ignores me as he talks softly to her. I’ve seen JD in action. I’ve filmed him getting hundreds of blowjobs. I’ve seen his cock more than anyone on this planet. I’ve heard all the dirty talk he’s got in his repertoire, time and time again.

  And that’s not what this is.

  He whispers nice things to her as I stand there watching. Calming things. She struggles a little against him when he wraps his arms around her, but he talks her down and she stills.

  “Get the fucking camera, Ark.”

  I let out a breath and walk back out to the living room where the camera is still clicking away. I pick it up and stop the shutter, then change the lens so I can take pictures close up.

  When I get back to the bathroom the girl’s eyes are open and she’s looking up into JD’s face as he talks in that low soothing voice I never knew he had. He must ask her something because she nods her head. I zoom in on her face, catch a tear streaming down her cheek as she listens to him tell her things she needs to hear, and then I lose myself in her sad beauty.

  She’s so skinny. She looks like someone has been starving her or feeding her drugs to make her forget to eat. Her hair is a true dark blonde. Not dyed, because her lashes are light now that the makeup has been washed off, leaving that trail down her cheeks. Her lips are full. Fuller than they probably should be with her skinny body. Her breasts are full too. And they don’t look fake, so she must be a nice curvy girl when she’s got some weight on her.

  JD stops talking and the camera shutter startles her. Her head turns in my direction and I capture the heart shape of it. Long strands of hair are plastered against her cheek and trail down her neck to the tips of her nipples that hover just above the rising water line.

  I watch her watching me. Those blue eyes studying the camera. Logging my intentions.

  And even though I expect the same hostility she gave me outside, that’s not what I get. She tries very hard to smile, but she can’t do it. Her chin quivers and then she’s sobbing again.

  I get all this on film.

  She’s so pathetically beautiful.

  JD comforts her again, his words drifting up to my ears. “Sweet thing. You’re safe now,” he says. “They won’t get you.”

  I wonder what I missed in the few minutes I was gone getting the camera.

  “You can stay here,” he says.

  I raise my eyebrows at him, but he does not look my direction. Like what I want doesn’t matter. It’s been settled.

  “I need money,” she says in a voice so low, I almost miss it over the rumble of water still pouring out of the tub faucet. “I need that money.”

  JD goes back to murmuring in her ear as I set my camera down and unbuckle my belt, unbutton my still dripping wet jeans, and pull down my zipper and free my thick, hard cock.

  I grab the camera and walk towards the tub.

  JD just stares at me. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  I ignore him. This girl started out as mine and that’s how she’s gonna stay. “You want that money, Blue Eyes? Suck my cock and I’ll pay you double.”

  “Hey, asshole,” JD says. “She’s not—”

  But she is. Because her hands are already reaching for me. I step into the tub and the water laps against my jeans as I get close enough for her to grab me.

  And the second her tiny hands wrap around my dick, I fucking groan. She squeezes it a little and then her mouth is coming at me. Her lips are parted, her tongue flat and ready to take me in.

  “You better fucking film it then,” JD says.

  I smile at him and point my camera down at Blue Eyes and capture the moment her lips first wrap around my head. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I whisper, palming her head with my free hand. I glance down at JD and he’s looking up at me with an interest I can’t quite gauge. “What?”

  “You’ve never filmed yourself before. Ever.”

  It’s not true. But I’ve never filmed myself in front of him. “So?” I say, taking my attention back to Blue.

  “So why now?”

  “She wants it, that’s why.”

  And she does. Because she sucks my dick like it’s delicious. Her tongue twirls around my head like she can’t get enough. Her hand pumps along my shaft with an intoxicating twist
ing motion that tells me she’s done her share of blowjobs. I close my eyes, hoping like fuck that the camera will stay steady as I try to enjoy the attention.

  But then a hand comes up underneath my balls and I open my eyes back up to make sure I catch it on film.

  JD’s hand has hers and he’s urging her to cup me.

  “What the fuck, dude?” I ask him. But then he squeezes her hand and she squeezes me, and holy mother, that shit, combined with her sucking and twisting, just obliterates my mind.

  “Take him, Blue,” JD says, mimicking the name I’ve given her in my head. “Take him all the way in.” And then he pushes her head towards my groin and forces her mouth to open wider. Her tongue to flatten down even more along my shaft. And her throat to open up.

  I watch this all play out from the other side of the lens. JD and the girl. Me and the girl. JD’s hand making sloshing waves under the water as he plays with her pussy.

  And then it’s too much. My balls tighten up and I shoot my come down her throat. She chokes and it runs out of her mouth and plops into the water, but she keeps sucking on my cock, like she’s been trained how to end a blowjob properly, her blue eyes upturned to look at me as I film her, the streaks of makeup still staining her cheeks. And when I’m done she pulls back. Slowly. So very, very slowly.

  And she silently mouths, Please help me.

  I put the camera on the counter nearby and kneel down in the tub so I can cup her face with my hands. “What kind of help do you need?”

  “Keep me,” she says through her sob. “Please. Just keep me. I can’t go back.”

  “Go back where?” JD asks, turning her away from me in a way that makes me think he’s jealous. “Who is after you?”

  The girl shakes her head and starts to cry again. “I can’t say. I can’t. I need to go home, but I can’t go home, either.”

  “Where’s home?” I ask.

  “Montreal.”

  “Where’s your passport?” JD asks.

  She just shakes her head.

  JD looks up at me. “She can stay here.”

  I stare at them both for a second, wondering what this is. Something is off, but I can’t quite figure out what. “Of course,” I say, nodding. I need more time with this girl. More pictures. More talking. More everything. I place my hand on her cheek and turn her head back to me, tipping it up at the same time so she has to meet my gaze. “You can stay here until you sort it out.”

  And then she collapses back against JD’s chest and sobs. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

  “Hey,” JD says as he pets her hair. “Shhh. Forget it, OK? Just relax now.”

  I’m about to tell JD to get the fuck out of the tub and give her some privacy, but I can hear my phone ringing out in the living room. “Fuck. I know who that is.”

  Ray.

  JD looks at me as I step out of the tub and peel my jeans the rest of the way off, leaving them in a soaking heap in the corner as I wrap a towel around my waist and go looking for my phone. It’s still inside my bomber jacket pocket. And it’s wet when I take it out, but it’s ringing again, so at least it’s not ruined. I tab the accept button. “Yeah.”

  “Please tell me you’re on track.”

  “The bitch we were gonna film this morning never showed.”

  Ray lets off a long sigh. “I need to see you, Ark. Today.”

  And then I get the hang-up beeps.

  Fuck.

  I walk back into the bathroom and find JD making out with the blue-eyed girl. “Who was that?” he mumbles through his kiss. I can tell his hand is between her legs, and she’s whimpering from the stimulation.

  “Asshole. That was Ray. He wants to see me today.”

  “Well, have fun. I’ll hold things down while you’re gone.” JD stands up. “Hey, darling, it’s my turn now.”

  She looks up at him and nods. Her mouth opens and I turn around and walk out.

  Fuck.

  I dry off with the towel and then dress in some clean clothes. Jeans and a white dress shirt. Blue tie, loose. Dry pair of boots. And then I grab my leather jacket and leave them to do whatever they’re gonna do before I get too pissed off about it.

  Because it’s pretty clear. JD thinks he’s entitled to this action and that’s a conversation for another time.

  Ray’s business is in lower downtown, not very far from our place, but I never walk there. It’s got a sketchy approach because you have to bypass the trendy part of LoDo and weave your way into the more industrialized area on the other side of Union Station. And even though it’s probably only a mile or two to walk, I just don’t do it. I’m not afraid of a fight. But why start one if you don’t have to?

  The assholes who work those corners, either with bitches or drugs, are strung out. They have no business sense. They just don’t get it.

  I mean, look. I make porn, but I don’t do porn. Hell, I don’t even watch porn. I get enough dirty sex in my daily life. If I want to see a guy get his dick sucked by a whore, I have JD for that.

  That makes me laugh, even though that asshole is upstairs fucking my Blue Eyes right now, I just know it. Normally he doesn’t fuck the girls, but I can feel this one-upmanship going on between us today. I just know he’s gonna fuck her.

  But these wannabe thugs down here by Ray’s place all double-dip. They sell the girls and fuck the girls. They sell the drugs and do the drugs. It’s not good to get attached to your product.

  So I drive.

  I pat my red Dodge Viper as I pass her by. Poor baby gets no action around here. I drive her to Vegas or So Cal, when I need to do business out of state. But to rumble down to Ray’s, I take the Jeep. It’s got a few small rips in the soft top that make it loud as fuck to drive, and scratches all over the body. The wheels are still muddied up from the last off-road weekend JD and I had up in the mountains, and she’s old. Nineteen ninety-eight.

  There is nothing about this Jeep on the outside that makes the dealers and pimps want to steal it. And that’s just the way I like it. She’s got a nice lift kit on her, I have to have that. But that’s about it. So this is what I drive around town.

  JD has a bike and a similarly under-equipped Ford F-150 for his daily travels.

  We might live flashy upstairs, but down here on the streets we are scum.

  I get in and start her up. She might not be much to look at, but she purrs nicely in the engine department. And then I head out and take a left on California so I can go hear what Ray has to say. I already know he’s gonna try to cut a deal. That’s just his style. I mean, look. Reality is, I could pull two videos out of my ass. I have enough saved up for Public Fuck. But I’m not going to. And the only other way to get these videos in on time is to pay a visit to my old contact.

  And I’m not sure I’m ready to do that. I like this life I’ve built for myself, and I don’t want to have to justify it to anyone. Least of all her.

  We’re behind. End of story. And since money means nothing to him—or us, really. I could give a shit about losing out on this week’s money—there’s gotta be something else in mind for this summons.

  He always does this when we fall behind. And he never deals with us together. It’s always, Come see me, Ark. And then we make a deal and on my way out, he says, Send JD over tomorrow.

  JD never tells me what he does for Ray and I never tell him what I do, either. But I know. I mean, it’s simple deduction. I run the cameras, so that’s what Ray usually wants from me. And JD gets his dick sucked by wannabe porn stars. And that’s usually what Ray wants from JD. Acting.

  I make him a movie. JD acts in one.

  That’s how we break even with Ray.

  So I’m expecting that today when I pull into the private security garage of Ray’s lifestyle club. Don’t let the fancy name fool you. While I’m sure there are plenty of sex clubs doing legal business, Ray’s is not one of them. In fact, this club in LoDo is not even open for membership. It’s an ancillary business to the ranch, which is located up in the mountains
. This club here is just a place for friends of the ranch to have sex during the workweek. We keep the online stuff on the up and up because the Feds are all over that shit. But this little local stuff is all about greasing the right palms. You can take a lot more risks.

  Oh, and he makes porn in the building next door. He’s got production going five days a week.

  Sex. It sells like a motherfucker.

  The security waves me through as the gates open and I drive around the twisty entrance ramp until I get to the top level of the garage. I park in a spot that says PFA—Public Fuck America—and don’t bother locking the door.

  The rain is still coming down, but this top level is like a carport and has a roof, so I take my time walking to the elevators. I punch in my code when I get there, and the doors open for me.

  I punch in my access code to Ray’s office, one floor below, and the doors close.

  A few seconds later they open again into what looks like an elegant living room. But Ray doesn’t live here. I actually do not know where he lives, but it’s not here.

  “Hey, Ark,” Silvie says from behind the bar. “Wanna drink before I tell him you’re here?”

  “Ah, no, thanks, Silvie. I’m good.” I smile at her. She’s been Ray’s better half for as long as I’ve known him. I’m not sure what their relationship really consists of, seeing as how she looks to be my age—twenty-seven or so—and Ray is easily in his forties. But whatever floats her boat. She’s always friendly, always smiling, and never had a bad day in front of me for as long as I can remember.

  “OK, then go right in. He’s expecting you.”

  I give her a little salute and head to the back of the room where two ten-foot-tall double doors made of hardwood stand guard between me and the boss.

  I knock first, just to let him know I’m coming in. I don’t have to, but you never know when the guy’s gonna have a girl on her knees and I’d rather not surprise him.