“Does she know that?” I shake my head. “Then tell her you’re going to—”
“I’ve already said I won’t if she agrees to perform these requests.”
“And god forbid you go back on your word to a no-account bitch that none of us should have anything to do with in the first place.”
“She’s cute,” Trent says, bypassing the argument altogether. “I want pics and a video.”
Caylon turns on him, practically snarling. “You already have a video, remember? That’s what stirred the shit up, to begin with.”
“Knowing that both participants are dead makes for a challenging wank, no matter how hot they are. Were. And the video wasn’t the problem. Robbie being a rapist arsehole was the problem.” He turns to me. “Do we tell her directly what we want or go through you?”
“Through me.”
“Good. I’ll sort out a list of clothing and accessories. You’re paying, right?”
“I always pay.”
Caylon snorts again, and I send him a sharp look. “What?”
“You always pay.What about us? We shifted to that rat-infested high school because it’s the last place your dad could bribe into letting you attend. I was quite happy where I was, thank you very much. Now I’m stuck next to the poorest people in the city five days a week. Where do I send the thank-you card and flowers?”
“You don’t even need to be at high school, bro,” Trent says in his laid-back stoner voice. He’s in peak physical health and I’ve never seen him drink or take drugs, but you wouldn’t know that from listening to him. If his kinks weren’t weirder than mine, I might even find him threatening. “You could be at uni right now, acing the first year.”
“I hate being the youngest in the class.”
“My point is—”
“I know what your point is,bro. As you just said yourself, I’m smart.” His forefinger jabs into my face. “Smart enough to know this is just asking for trouble. Why the hell did you agree to anything? She’s as deep in the shit as us.”
I say nothing, but he carefully reads my face and doesn’t like what he finds there. “You like her. Great. So, we’re all at risk of being dragged into a murder investigation because you want a cheap fuck.”
“She could clean up real nice.” Trent pulls up a picture and throws his phone to Caylon. “Then she’d at least look like an expensive fuck.”
“I know what she looks like,” he snarls, lobbing back the device without even glancing at the screen. “I also remember what Robbie looked like when she was finished with him.”
“Shouldn’t have stayed behind for the cleaning crew.”
Trent’s easy dismissal calms Caylon where it would have wound me up. He slumps at the opposite end of the sofa and when the phone comes flying his way again, this time he stares at it. “What are we meant to ask for, then? Those of us who actually like touching girls rather than staring at them on screens.”
“Nothing illegal.”
His incredulous stare has me shift my weight from one foot to the other. Getting these concessions seemed like a big deal in the room, but out loud, now, it sounds like maybe I was pussy struck.
Especially when I add, “Nothing forced. No one does a Robbie.”
Caylon’s sharp voice cuts back, “From what I remember, it was more a case of Robbie doing a Zach. Is that what you meant?”
“I get permission before I roofie anyone.”
“Sure, you do. And if they change their minds halfway through…? Oops. Except they can’t because you incapacitate them. What if I get her permission?”
I shrug, pretending that the idea doesn’t fill me with an intense rage. “Try your best. She’s a virgin.”
Caylon throws back his head, laughing. “Oh, so now we know. Zach wants to wet his dick with some virgin blood, is that it?” He doesn’t wait for an answer he knows I won’t give him. “Trent’s getting two requests. I want two as well.”
“No. I’m the one who—”
“Screwed things up because he can’t wait to get into her knickers. Two requests or I’m vetoing the entire plan.”
