16. Charlie #3
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.”
“Game?” I shake my head, scanning his face. “What game?” Brody turns the computer screen slightly. My blood turns into sludgy mud in my veins. There they are. Nudes of myself that I sent to him.
“Roulette sweetheart,” he says, and my chest rose and fell with harsh breaths. My limbs tingle as he clicks the mouse, and it’s me sucking him off.
His slow, collected footsteps coming back to me leave a thumping heart in my neck.
He takes a piece of my hair and twirls it around his finger.
“Dirty Roulette... and you have no choice but to sleep with someone whether you're a virgin or not. Or I’ll post them, and everyone will see you’re not the good little girl who goes to church. ”
I slap his fingers away, but he snatches my upper arm, and I’m right in his face. His breath is minty fresh, and warm on my skin. I hear my own saliva swishing in my mouth and even the gulp that follows it. “You promised me you’d never share those.”
“And you really believed that bullshit? I’ll haze the shit out of you.
” His grip tightens as he kisses my cheek.
I’m tense all over, my body in overdrive.
I can feel my blood pulsing through my veins at a million miles per hour.
“If you wanna cheer, you play the game. Or I post it, and guess what? You’ll have to drop out of GCU entirely.
They don’t like girls with that type of reputation. ”
I press my lips together with the urge to spit in his face. “Is that what all of your videos are? You hazing girls?”
“Something like that... I can make it easy for you though. Forget your little rule of waiting a year and just let me fuck you. I won’t film it. Just me and you... I’ll never sleep with another woman. We can make it official online like you begged me for, and everyone will know you’re my girl.”
“No...” I keep my lips as flat as possible. The veins in his neck throb, and he’s getting mad. “If I sleep with anyone, it will never be you.”
Brody releases his grip on my upper arm with a rough shove, and through the computer light illuminating the room, I can already see the handprint from him. “Have it your way.”
“This isn’t fucking Burger King,” I shoot back.
“Oh, you think you’re clever. You’ll play, baby.”
“And I’ll win it.” I shoulder-check him and speed-walk out of the office and down the long hallway that seems to go on forever. I almost raced down the stairwell. He’s leaning over the open balcony as I storm down the steps.
“No one wins the game but me.”
I book it to the front door and leave without another word.