her to run from me, either. What’s between us is something that’s new to me, completely foreign, and I’m going to explore it. Which means she’s going to explore it, because I sure as hell refuse to let her off the hook. I don’t care if that makes me an asshole. I’ve been called that often enough anyway.
Everyone has left Spark’s. They’ve been gone for a while. There’s just a few of us left now. Ben is quietly listening to Davis rattle on about something, and for some reason Lindy and Belle are still here. I know why Lindy is here, but I made it clear we were done. Belle just tags around after Lindy, even though Lindy treats her like shit. I let out a frustrated breath when I feel Lindy come up behind me. Her hands slide down over my shoulders, flattens out against my chest, and I feel her hot breath against my neck. Then her lips are at my ear.
“Why don’t we get out of here, Mike?”
“Go ahead, Lindy. I got shit to do,” I mutter, my annoyance bleeding through, mostly because I don’t try to hide it from her. Maybe it makes me an asshole, but Lindy knows the rules. She and I aren’t shit to each other. She wanted what she got and I was clear that it was nothing more. I knew that what I was getting from her, she was giving to every other guy that so much as looked her way.
“I was hoping we could have fun tonight, Mike,” she whines. “Belle was going to join in. I know how much you like a party,” she purrs.
“Am I interrupting something?”
I look up to see Violet standing by the table. She’s looking at me skeptically. Her brow is furrowed, and she is clearly not happy with what she sees. That would make me happy, but I have a feeling it’s not jealousy pissing her off, it’s just the fact that she’s here at all.
“You’re late,” I mumble with a smirk, feeling instantly better and relaxed. Jesus, Violet is like a drug.
“I had shit to do. But if you’re busy, I can leave and let you get back to your…fun.”
“You’re that chick from the other day,” Lindy says, straightening up behind me. I watch Violet for her reaction, wondering exactly how she’ll handle Lindy’s comment. “Did you enjoy the show?” Lindy laughs.
“It was like any porn movie, I guess.”
“Hah, Big Mike is better than porn. He’s the real deal,” Lindy mocks, like what she’s saying is a good thing.
Bitterness rises inside of me again. I know I’ve lived up to the rep and made the problem worse, but I really am sick of being seen as nothing more than a dick they can ride. Christ, that sounds sanctimonious as hell, but it’s true. Ever since I’ve been at Black Mountain, the size of my cock is all the girls talk about. That and my wallet. It was okay at first, but it’d be nice if they at least pretended to think of me as a person once in a while, too.
I shake my head. I’ve got to quit thinking like this, or my dick is liable to slowly morph into a pussy. I love pussy. I love every-fucking-thing about pussy. I definitely like eating snatch, but that’s kind of hard to do if it’s on my own body.
“I don’t know, it looked like that reality porn to me. The kind where the music and lighting are horrible, and the people involved are definitely not pros because the boobs are saggy, not perky, there are pimples on the man’s ass and the woman has cellulite. Not to mention the pasty ass skin that definitely needs airbrushed.”
“Oh snap,” Davis laughs, and I hear Ben join in.
“I…Fuck you, you cunt!” Lindy cries.
“Gee, that’s original. Haven’t heard that one before, Karen,” Violet mumbles, shaking her head.
“My name is Lindy,” she snaps back, completely missing the way Violet just insulted her.
“Bless your heart,” Violet sighs. “Listen, Mikey, I don’t have time for this bullshit, either call off your little plaything if you want me to stay, or I’m out of here.”
“I don’t have pimples on my ass,” I grumble, looking at Violet, ignoring the fact that I’m hard as a rock now that she’s here. Violet just looks at me and rolls her eyes. “I can show you again, so you know,” I tell her. “You were obviously too busy looking at my cock the first time.”
“I think