Thirteen
THIRTEEN
SOLEIL
“I cannot believe you did it with Danté in his office. I mean, I guess it’s better than the restroom, but still.” I shovel the last heaping spoon of ice cream into my mouth as we sit on the couch.
The caramel syrup dribbles down my chin and I rush to catch it with my napkin. Kyle and I both have on a face mask with a bowl of ice cream in our laps and a reality show on the tv. Our night with Malik and Danté went deep into the wee hours of the morning, and we both decided this evening was best spent dressed in our bum clothes, makeup-less and binging on junk food.
“Sunny, did it is not an accurate word for the things that man did to my body. He had me spread wide like an Olympic gymnast, and fuck did he know how to eat. Did you know he has his tongue pierced?” She rolls her eyes and drops her head back against the couch. “It only took minutes for him to make me come. It was un-real”
I lick the spoon and drop it in my bowl. “Thanks for the very descriptive visual. No doubt it will last a lifetime.” Kyle winks then swirls her tongue around her spoon, flicking and moaning as if it’s more than a spoon. “Will you stop it? Good grief you’re a pervert.”
“That’s the best kind of vert. I’m not an introvert. I have a heaping scoop of extrovert, but I’m overflowing with pervert.”
I shake my head, standing and grabbing our bowls to put in the sink.
“Dirty girl. Do you want soda or water?” I shout out to her.
“Coke. I need caffeine. My headache isn’t quite gone, and I’m starting to feel like a fish with all of the water I’ve been drinking.”
I reach in and grab us both a Coke and a bag of gummy bears on the way out of the kitchen. My phone dings with a notification and Kyle immediately dives to get it.
She unlocks my phone –because of course she knows my password. Who else is going to delete my search history when I go? Her eyes grow large and her mouth drops with a cheeky smile.
“Well, well, well. Looks like Sunny has an admirer.” She bites her lip and swings the phone around for me to see.
On the screen is my DM’s box and an unread message from D_King sits waiting for me. I freeze, hands full of carbs and sugar, and I stare at his name.
“Open it,” she commands, grabbing the items one at a time from my arms.
She hands me the phone and my hands shake. My fingers feel numb and I can’t get them to cooperate. My eyes flick from the screen to Kyle who sits with questioning arched brows. I swallow down my nerves and tap the message.
D_King: Hi Sunny. How are you today?
I chew on the inside of my lip, not knowing if I should respond or just pretend I didn’t see it. Quickly I remember that he can see if I’ve opened the message, so I either need to respond or just be a bitch and ignore him.
I rub my eyes then slowly type out a response.
Sunny_Grl: Hello. I’m well. And yourself?
I hit send then smack my head. “I sound so cold and formal,” I tell Kyle.
I drop down on the couch and watch the dots bounce on the screen.
“Oh he’s waiting for you.” Kyle grabs the gummy bears and scoots in closer, leaning over my shoulder to see how this plays out.
D_King:I’m great. I am here to extend an invite for my private channel. This isn’t offered to all of my followers. Just a special few.
I roll my eyes and drop my phone. “It’s just a solicitation for money. I’m sure he offers this to every woman who bats her eyelashes at him.”
D_King: And just so you know, I currently have only twenty members.
“Ope. It’s like he heard you,” Kyle barks after his follow up.
“There’s probably some catch. It probably costs a hundred bucks a month and you end up getting a generic hello followers message.”
Sunny_Grl: What’s the catch? Does it cost a small fortune?
D_King: There is a member fee, but for you it’s free.
My brows knit together and I look over my shoulder at Kyle.
Sunny_Grl: Okay. Now I know there’s a catch.
“Let’s see what this guy really wants.” I cross my arms over my chest, waiting to see what kind of line he rolls out.
D_King: Truly. There’s no catch. There’s just something that feel like it’s pulling me towards you. I want to know more and Idon’t want to do that over a public forum. I understand your skepticism but I promise, I’m not looking to get any more out of it but make a new friend and get to know you.
“He is smooth. Do it, Sunny. Maybe he has a good dirty talk game. At worst, you’ll get something to fiddle your twiddle to later.”
“You are seriously horrible.” I let my fingers hover over the screen, unsure of what to say.
I don’t know this person from a hole in the wall. He could be a serial killer looking for his next victim, and I’m here just willingly laying on the tracks for him.
“Do it. Do it,” Kyle chants in a low voice.
“I bet he’s ugly underneath that helmet.”
“So. He wasn’t asking you to marry him. He just wants to talk.”
I go back to chewing on my poor mangled lip, contemplating with my logical side and the side that says it’s just a little fun.
Sunny_Grl: Is there something that you do onyour channel that isn’t allowed on a more public forum? Is it some type of voyeur channel?
D_King: It can be. If that’s what you want. Some of my members pay for…extra benefits. But that is at your discretion or not at all.
“Now we’re talking. Give him my credit card info. It’ll be my treat. But you have to share pictures and screenshots. I want to know what my money is going towards aside from your O face.” She bounces on the cushion while waggling her brows like Groucho Marx.
“I am not going to be paying for ‘extras’. He said he wants to talk and get to know me,” I remind her.
“Well he can get to know you while showing you his cock. You both get something out of the arrangement. Hey Sunny, what’s your favorite flower? ” She mocks, lowering her voice. “ I love sunflowers. Wrap your hand around that thick shaft and show me how big you are. ”
I shove her hard, causing her to fall off the couch in a fit of laughter.
“You are a sick woman. I can’t believe my mom let me be friends with you. If only she knew you’re the one who taught me how to…to…you know.” I make my hand seem as if it’s holding a stick, and motion like I’m shoving it into my mouth.
“Oh, you mean give head without gagging? Yeah. She probably would’ve packed your shit and moved you to an all girls Catholic school if she knew that.”
With a shake of my head I respond.
Sunny_Grl: So you just want to talk to me? I don’t owe you anything in return?
D_King: Just your friendship. As much ofa friendship as two people canhave via the internet.
Sunny_Grl: Okay. Where do I join your channel?
He hearts my comment and the bubbles start bopping. Soon after, a link appears to a site called SecretFans, and he tells me to not worry about the credit card info. He’ll manually bypass and approve it.
I hear a high pitched squeal and pull my focus from filling out the form to look at Kyle.
“What’re you all giggly about?”
“Sunny’s gonna see some dick tonight,” she sings.
“No. That is not going to happen. It’s just innocent flirting. No one will be seeing any private parts.”
“Geez. You’re such a mom.” She takes a long swig of her soda and I go back to finishing the member information.
I agree to the terms and conditions and click done. Then I wait, staring at the screen like something is supposed to magically happen.
“Now what?” I ask Ky, as if she has all the answers.
She acts like she does so now would be a great time for her to call on that knowledge. Before she can answer, another message appears on the screen.
D_King: Check your email. You should have access now.
“He gave me a winky face. What do you think he means by that?”
“It means he wants some puuss–”
“Stop! Forget I asked, 2 Live Crew. I’ll figure it out for myself.” I clamp my hand over her mouth and smoosh her face away.
Logging into my email, I see the welcome message. I’m full of trepidation but it doesn’t stop me from clicking the welcome link. My browser pops up and a black page fills my screen. Slowly, the word D_King fades in and a shiny black helmet appears behind it. When MEMBERS ONLY pops up, I click on it. The extension prompts a password and I click back to the email to look for one. A six digit number is copied and pasted into the bar and when I hit return, I’m let in.
The black screen turns to white and my username appears up at the top. A picture of.. him is the background. He’s shirtless, his muscles hard and flexed, and he wears the black helmet. A dropdown menu is at the top and when I click it, I notice a message tab that notifies me I have one waiting for me.
I feel a warm breath against my cheek and remember Kyle is still sitting by me.
“Maybe I’ll wait to open this later.”
“The fuck you will. Open it now. I want to see what that sexy beast has to say.” Kyle reaches over and swipes my phone, opening the messages. “Oh shit. It’s a voice note.”
I snatch the phone back from her and with a wobbly finger, press play.
“ Hi Sunny girl. ” His voice is low and scratchy and slightly muffled. “ Thank you for joining me over here. It’s a more private line of communication. Feel free to send me a message any time and ask anything you want. I really want to know more about the beauty that caught my eye. I hope to hear from you. Have a good night. Oh…and you can call me King. Just King. ”
My heart is pounding like a bass drum in my chest and my body tingles straight to my core. His voice sends a shiver up my spine. It’s seductive and exactly what one would think a mysterious masked man would sound like.
“Girl. If you don’t message back that delicious man, can I have him?” Kyle pops a few gummy bears in her mouth and chews, aggressively.
It’s suddenly hard to breathe. “This was silly. I shouldn’t have responded to him. He’s a stranger! What was I thinking?”
I close out of the site and quickly stash my phone under my leg to avoid Kyle ripping it away from me and replying with something that will have me packing my bags and moving to the frozen tundra.
“Let’s just enjoy our night, okay. My girl comes home tomorrow, but for the rest of the night I just want to watch movies with my best friend.” I rest my head on her shoulder and she reaches over to scratch it.
“Okay, Sunny. Let’s do that. What’re we watching? Is it a Glen Powell kind of night, or chick flicks?”
I lift my head and look her dead in the eye. “Is that even a serious question? Glen Powell. Always Glen.”
“True. I guess you could qualify his movies as clit flick. Get it? Because he’s so hot you want to flick the bean?”
“Oh my gosh. And here I thought you couldn’t get any worse.”
We settle in for our Glen marathon, and I fall asleep on the couch with the mysterious man’s voice ringing in my head.
Call me King.