The guy’s pale ass is moving in a frenzy of thrusting.
“Oh fuck, Viv.” Peter’s grunt comes through the speakers. The audio on the camera in my bedroom is topnotch, just like the seller claimed.
More in the audience pull out their phone. Some are texting, some are filming.Go for it.
“Just a little more,” Viv says. She twists her neck, and the movement reveals her face for the camera. A few gasps rise from the crowd.
Guess some people are recognizing her as Nelson Webber’s daughter—and my sister.
“Damn it, just shut up.” Peter lets out a loud moan. “Fuck, that was good.”
“Yeah.” Viv’s voice is a bit too even. She didn’t come. Not even bothering to fake it.
Not that Peter notices. “You’re the best, babe,” he breathes out. “Jesus, just amazing.” Then he flips over. His now-spent cock would’ve flopped on the screen like a dead goldfish, except for a small eggplant emoji I put over it. The public doesn’t deserve the punishment of seeing it.
“Oh shoot!” a woman in the lobby says.
“Whoa, that’s a small dick!” Ted exclaims. “Did you see how that eggplant icon was enough to cover it? Who the hell makes a sex tape with a dick that small?”
“Somebody with no shame,” Huxley responds.
Titters fill the lobby. I try not to laugh.
“I know,” Viv says on the screen.
“So much better than Grace,” Peter agrees.
A sneer twists Huxley’s face. Ted shakes his head.
“She’s a cheap whore, just like her mom. A man like you knows quality.”
“No shit. And deserves it, too.”
Viv’s giggle fills the lobby. “I know. Hey, do you think she’s going to cry if she finds out?”
“About what? Us?”
“Yeah.”
“Probably. I mean, it isn’t like she’s got many options. Just look at her.”
“True. She’s the kind of girl you fuck, not marry.”
Peter sure loved to throw that line at me, and it wasn’t even his own original thought. How unsurprising.
“Who the fuck does that marshmallow dick think he is?” Ted thunders, his face reddening as though somebody calledhispenis small.
“A guy Grace fucked, but didn’t marry,” Huxley’s succinct response follows. His eyes hit me. “You never told me he was awful in bed as well as out of it.”
I give him a look. “You didn’t ask.”
“You know my dad likes you,” Viv says. “I can see a bright future ahead of you.”
“You’re the best.” Peter kisses her.
And the screen cuts to him in the bed, alone, looking up at a person. The angle’s such that you can’t see it’s me he’s addressing.
“Get off your ass and get lost before I call cops for trespassing. Don’t ever come back.”
