There’s no obvious reason to think that. Not yet. Something in their body language still feeds it out to me. An air of anticipation edged with menace.
Enough to make me wonder if bourbon is the only thing in her drink.
The cameras dotted throughout the house can be remotely controlled from any PC signed into the main server. I access the study, casting the feeds from all six cameras across the bank of monitors, adjusting their angles so they each focus on the girl.
It’s been such a long time since I had suitable material.
My breathing becomes shallower the longer I stare at the screens, eagerly tracking every single movement.
If this were playing out in the same room as me, I’d intervene, but seeing the drama unfold over the monitors distances me. Even though there’s more threat here than there was to Tina, it hits me in an entirely different way.
A flash of conscience glimmers in my peripheral vision but I dismiss it, arbitrarily deciding this girl can handle herself. I assure myself I’ll step in before things get too far is that’s how it goes. The siren call of the screen twists my mind any way it wants, trying to get what it needs.
The girl wears a short dress overtop black tights covered in white designs and I figure the jacket draped across the neighbouring stool is hers. The boy behind the counter says something, lifting a bottle from the top shelf. He presents it to her like he’s a sommelier in a fancy restaurant and she just ordered their most expensive wine.
She tips her glass towards him, twisting to look over her shoulder, lips pursing. The boy on the stool next to hers is speaking and, judging by her expression, they’re not words she wants to hear.
Her gaze shifts to the boy still leaning deliberately against the door. He crosses his arms, flexing his biceps, a message she can’t fail to understand.
Nervousness grabs hold, the lines of her body tensing. Her eyes skate around the room and I wonder what image she’s comparing it to. Wonder how many girls were in there when she first arrived, leaving in dribs or drabs small enough that she didn’t realise she was the last one.
Until now.
I check the controls, trying to find a volume button for the mics I know my dad has installed. It’s hard to locate since my eyes are glued to the images broadcasting from the room, but I eventually stumble across the right one.
“You don’t want to leave us here alone, do you?” a rumbling voice says. There’s a light teasing note to his words, but the way he tenses his muscles to make them bulge sends a completely different message.
A shiver takes hold, spreading its vibrations across the surface of my skin, increasing the intensity of each sensation.
I feel the thick layers of my jeans, the straining throb of my hardening dick, the weird metallic taste I get in the back of my throat when I’m watching something good, something titillating, something raw and powerful and visceral.
The screens are small, blocky, the images grainier than I’d like.
They’re also showing me a scene I couldn’t have scripted. A slice of real life with all its tantalising ambiguity.
A show of force, a power play.
My face flushes with warmth as I wait to see how these boys will turn her resistance into submission.
Their numbers and size are already working for them. Can their mouths utter the magic phrases to bend her further… or will their chosen words empower her with the urge to fight?
“No leaving the room until you finish your drink,” the boy pouring says. “Otherwise, you’ve just wasted hundreds of dollars’ worth of bourbon.”
“And pouring it down my throat isn’t wasting it?”
“Not if it makes you more friendly.”
He puts his hand on her arm and she shakes him off. There’s a set to his jaw that sends another rush of blood straight to my groin. A twinge of pure pleasure at what’s unfolding.
Her shoulders hunch, then a second later she unfurls them, straightening her spine and meeting the boy’s gaze head on. The smile on her lips is cold. “This is as friendly as I get.”
“Not what I heard.” His lips widen into a knowing smirk that makes my breaths shorten. “I heard you can be a lot friendlier for a little cash incentive.”
The girl stiffens, eyes sneaking to the side to capture the location of the other boys in the room before her attention refocuses on the one right in front of her. When she speaks, her voice sounds bored. “Oh, did you?”
“Yeah. I heard you could suck my balls dry for a hundred.”
A new twist. I don’t hate it.
