The Odds - Jeff Strand Page 0,23
and then painted homes for several years. He’d been at his current desk job for less than two years, and occasionally talked about how he missed working outdoors. When Patrick, inspired by a friend, made fun of a grocery bagger, Ethan had shut that shit down immediately, making sure his son understood that there was no shame in an honest day’s work.
The idea that Ethan would be ashamed of manual labor, rather than gambling losses, was so preposterous that he hoped it would send the message that she needed to just go along with this, and that all would be explained later.
Jenny looked utterly baffled.
Then she spoke. “Ethan, you never have to be ashamed. The work you do doesn’t define you—you know that.”
She was going along with it! Ethan couldn’t believe it!
“I’ll fix this,” he said. “I’m just asking you to trust me.”
“I trust you.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry I lied. It will never happen again.”
“I’d hug you,” Jenny said, “but you’re filthy.”
“Right. I am. I’m going to take a shower. At this point I might as well not even bother trying to go to sleep, so maybe...” He lowered his voice. “...you’d be up for some makeup sex? Working so hard did something to me, I can’t even explain it. We could go at it like wild animals, like we did at the cabin last year.”
The cabin last year had incredibly thin walls. Ethan and Jenny had both been very much in the mood but had to be extremely careful not to traumatize their sons. It had been sex in super slow motion, with Ethan whispering dirty things into her ear the entire time.
“Okay,” said Jenny.
Ethan took a very quick shower. When he stepped out of the bathroom, naked, Jenny was waiting in bed. He climbed into bed with her, dove under the covers, and went down on her.
“Oooohhhhhh yeah,” said Butch.
Rick, Butch, and Gavin were in the van where they followed all of Ethan’s activity. It was Butch’s turn to monitor the webcams in Ethan’s home, but all three of them were watching at the moment.
“You think he knows we’re watching?” asked Gavin. “You think he’s a total exhibitionist?”
“Nah,” said Butch. “They’re under the covers.”
“Yeah, but he’s got to know we’re watching.”
“Maybe he thinks we’re just listening.”
“Maybe. It’s still kinky.”
Jenny’s eyes were closed as she moaned softly in pleasure.
“We need that sheet to slide down a few inches,” said Butch.
“You guys are perverts,” Rick told them.
“I don’t see you averting your eyes.”
“Maybe it’s a trick.”
Gavin grinned. “Yeah. Maybe he’s licking a message on her. I bet he’s tapping away with his tongue in Morse code.”
“I hope he can breathe under there,” said Butch. “I’d hate to lose two people to suffocation in a row.”
“You guys really need to grow up,” said Rick, though he kept watching the monitor.
It was difficult for Ethan to keep track of time down there. He wanted the show to start to get boring for the spectators, so he kept going, not adjusting his position.
“He’s got some tongue endurance, I’ll give him that,” said Gavin.
“Maybe that should be one of the games,” said Butch.
“How would it work?”
“I don’t know. We find a really frigid bitch, and he has to finish her off within a certain timeframe.”
“He’s been down there for nine minutes,” said Rick. “Is that really impressing you two? Is that a world record in the eyes of Gavin and Butch?”
“Hey, I don’t go down there at all,” said Gavin.
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
“It’s emasculating.”
“How the hell is it emasculating?” asked Rick. “Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t want to have that conversation with you.”
“Bonnie pretty much makes me,” said Butch. “She won’t reciprocate otherwise.”
“This is the worst porno ever,” said Gavin. “I’m literally bored right now. Nothing here is going into the spank bank. I’m about to fall asleep right at the keyboard.”
“Wait, wait, he’s moving,” said Butch.
“Oh, yeah, here we go!”
They watched for a few moments.
“Is he for real?” asked Butch. “They’re seriously staying under the covers?”
“I’m telling you, he knows we’re watching,” said Rick.
“Missionary. For God’s sake. Rick, can’t you call him and tell him to get some doggy-style action going or something?”
“Sorry.”
“Sounds like she’s enjoying it, at least,” said Gavin.
“Well, I’m not,” said Butch. “This is bullshit.”
Jenny moaned with ecstasy, even though Ethan wasn’t actually inside her.
He was too stressed out to get hard. After mounting her, he began vigorously thrusting away, hoping she’d know not to say anything. She played along, even though she had to be utterly bewildered by