Not So Model Home - By David James Page 0,47
it to yack up in.”
Aleksei was aghast that anyone would take offense to his purging down the hall. “Well, I don’t want to use my toilet. It would get nasty.”
“Well, thank you for being considerate of the others, Aleksei. I have to use that toilet since I am not staying here as part of the show, for your information. And additionally, if the rest of you would leave the seat down when you’re finished, that would be greatly appreciated.”
“Well, for your information, I do not throw up after I eat!” Aleksei snapped. “It’s just that sometimes my stomach is a little unsettled.”
“Ho-boy,” Gilles said, giving the hornet’s nest a good kick. “Considering za amount of zperm you swallow, it is no wonder your stomach, she is upset.”
Marcus laughed. “He’s had more cum in him than a donor freezer at a sperm bank.”
“Well, at least I don’t drink pee!” Aleksei countered.
“I don’t drink pee! That’s Gatorade I have in my hydration bottle at the gym.”
“Not all the time,” Drake added.
“I need to keep my electrolytes up. Whoever started that rumor, I wish they would stop. I’ve never done that, have I, Ian?” Marcus pleaded, hoping to draw Ian into a hasty defense.
“Marcus, you know I never hiss and tell. Well, hardly.”
“Well,” David chimed in, “I seem to remember a certain muscular guy running around Jake Harrington’s New Year’s Eve party in L.A. wearing a diaper and peeing in it.”
Marcus’s face got so red, I thought it was going to pop. Of course, it usually looked like that from the steroids he took to maintain his knockwurst body. So to be accurate, he went from shiny red to more of a blood orange. Stand back. I think he’s going to blow.
“Well, since we’re on the subject of alternative sexual tastes, David, I guess you had a good view of me from the top of your platform stiletto black vinyl boots. And the latex corset/bustier combo. It is enforced feminization you’re into, isn’t it, Daisy?”
David was aghast. “You said you would never tell!”
“I said I would never mention the pony stuff either. But I guess it’s all the same thing: You’re always wearing tall heels.”
While I tried to figure out what pony stuff was, David puffed himself up and lobbed a Molotov cocktail back at Marcus.
“Well, when you’re sitting in an adult-sized baby crib and sucking on a pacifier, you don’t have time for shoes. Unless they’re baby shoes.”
Drake, usually the model for restraint until Darryn came along, tried to douse the flames that seemed to be breaking into a full-fledged wildfire.
“Guys, guys, could we keep this civilized?”
“Oh yeah, Drake . . .” Aleksei sputtered, preparing to fire on all cylinders. “You should talk, Mister Dominator . . . beat ’em up for money! Money!” Aleksei laughed. “You welted Ian’s azz so badly, he couldn’t sit down for a billlllion yearssssss!”
Drake shot one of his bird-of-prey glances, which for the first time failed to intimidate the guys around the table. Maybe it was because we had an audience of millions of people worldwide for protection? I mean, now that we knew that Drake was a professional dominant, he wasn’t going to leap up and beat Aleksei to a pulp. Was he?
So that explains Drake’s smoldering, dangerous look, I thought to myself.
“But, Drake, Drake, Dra . . .” Aleksei continued slurring. “I love you. Love you . . . love the way you strangle me un-tillll I cummmmm.”
From BDSM to autoeroticism, Drake was a busier guy than I thought. So was everyone in the house, for that matter. The whole cast seemed to be involved in a hotbed of sexual interludes, all going on without me so much as suspecting more than a little hide the salami. I felt like a dumb prude.
I pushed my chair back from the table a few inches just in case I needed to make a hasty retreat. Aleksei quickly poured himself another glass of wine and downed it like it was the last one on earth. Ian, instead of being equally embarrassed, seemed to enjoy the shock value his prurient tastes were going to give the world when the details were released. I guess if you wanted to be remembered, you wanted to go out with a bloody great bang. People rarely remember the polite and unassuming.
Aleksei continued his scorched-earth policy and finally turned on the one person who had ribbed him so long and hard: Gilles. Aleksei was quickly getting quite drunk, so his insult was not