Page 32 of Dirty Chorus

I peek back out into the hallway. The bathroom door remains shut, with an orange glow underneath the frame. Here is my chance to make a break for it, but temptation has caught me in a chokehold.

I step out into the hallway with my eyes locked on the office door. I take a deep breath and several long steps forward and slip in. The room is filled with wooden shelves and dusty books.

The computer sits on an old fashion dark oak desk with one single box of tissues that’s clearly been loved. I would sit on the brown leather chair, but there's a glorious blob of white semen on the edge of the seat. The screen glows, and I take a glance at the paused video. It’s a blurry visual of Brody taking Brittni from behind and yanking on her hair.

But it doesn’t look like the room from the party. It’s his bedroom. The date on the corner was last night.

Leaning over, I grasp the mouse, clicking around numerous files all over the desktop. I click on the photo album, and it’s littered with naked women. Not just one or two. There has to be over a thousand pictures here of an assortment of different girls.

Clicking out, I find the files with videos, and it’s just sex tape after sex tape. I see him in several. I press the mute button and click on one single video. It’s Brody again having his way with not just a single woman, but there are three. Something strangles me as I notice that the date says it was filmed was last month. I exit and click on another. Again, it’s Brody. One hand tangled in the chick’s dark hair, making her suck him off. That one was last week.

I click around some more, and the next video doesn’t seem like a normal porno. The girl looks dazed, or drunk, or unconscious honestly. She swatted her hands at the camera, her mouth clearly saying no. Her eyes don’t even open as her head tilts from side to side. There are hands groping her naked skin, feeling her up. She starts hitting, kicking, and the last clear image is of a hand covering her mouth. The camera falls, and the video blurs for several seconds, until it’s a view of Brody, undoing his belt, and straddling her. There are a few other men in the room too.

I quickly close out of the video and the office door opens. “What are you doing here?” Brody asks, and a shiver runs down my spine.

“Umm...” I tighten my grip around my purse, thinking of a lie I could come up with on the spot. “N-nothing...” I stutter out, and I can’t breathe.

“See something you like?” he asks as he licks his lips. “It could be you.”

“You said you wanted to talk,” I say and sway on my heels. “So what do you want to say?”

“I don’t wanna break up.” He steps forward, his brown eyes golden and his pupils larger than anything I’ve seen before. He grasps my shoulders, and I tense up into a statue. He nuzzles his head into the crease of my neck, showering me with kisses. I usually respond with desire and the urge to kiss him back, but this time I desperately want these goosebumps to go away.

“Stop...” I roll my shoulders and push him in the chest.

“No, baby. I’m sorry...” His grip tightens, and he squeezes my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. “I was drunk. I love you.”

“Is that what you were saying last night when you fucked Brittni?”

“You’re one to talk.” Brody tugs at my shirt with an index finger and flips my hair to the side. “What’s this? A little hickie. It looks like you had fun too... without me.” He gives me the darkest glare, and I can tell he’s fuming inside. “Who did you sleep with last night?”

“None of your business.”

“It is my business. You’re my girl.”

“No, I’m not! You slept with my brother’s girlfriend.” I gather enough strength to shuffle my shoulders and shove him off me. He takes a step back, cocking his head to the side with a coy smile. He runs a hand through his wet hair. “I just want to know why?” I ask.

“Why, what?”

“Why did you sleep with her? You said we would talk at the party. The entire time you were having sex with her. Clearly, you’ve been sleeping with more girls. It’s all on your computer.”

“I have needs, baby. It could be you.”

I wave my hand at him. “No,” I say as I storm past him. I can’t even make it one foot away and he grasps my wrist and I stumble back.

“It won’t happen again. I promise. I’ll make it up to you.” His grip tightens as he pins me up against his chest.

“Let me go,” I say sternly, and make sure not to break eye contact with him. He releases me with a shove and runs his tongue over his teeth. “There’s no real reason you slept with Brittni other than your own selfish needs. I don’t know why I even came over here. We stopped seeing each other over two weeks ago. It’s over.”

“Over...” He scoffs and runs a hand over his chin. “Oh, honey, it’s not over.”

“I can end the relationship if I want.”

“Hmmm... but you want to cheer at GCU? Right baby?” he asks. The room goes silent other than the faint humming of the computer.

“Yeah...” I crunch my brows together. “What does that have anything to do with us breaking up?” His eyes become dark, and the cocky grin on his face is unnerving. He steps backwards and leans over the computer. The mouse slides across the desk, and each click is a sharp pain hitting my eardrums.

“If you leave me, you have no other choice but to play the game.”