James Conway - In Cold Blonde

Blake says, “You’re no fun.” He pans the camera back to Colin who stands up wiping his mouth with the back of his hands. “She tastes good, man. You should try it.”

“Okay.” The picture whips wildly as Blake hands the camera to Colin. A close-up of Blake now fills the frame. “I’m going in.” Colin pans Blake to Alice’s breasts as Blake gently kneads them and then settles in to suck the right breast. “She does smell good,” he says with a mouthful of nipple. Then he bites down, hard.

Alice yelps.

“You don’t have to hurt her,” Adam says from off camera.

“Ignore him,” Blake says. “He’s in love.” Blake now settles in between Alice’s thighs. He pulls back skin exposing her clitoris. “Colin, zoom in on her pussy.” The camera zooms in on the exposed pink flesh. “Sweet,” Blake says, then his tongue enters frame. Colin widens a bit as Blake gives her head.

“Excellent technique,” Colin says. “Hey this could be an invaluable instructional video.” He pans to Adam. “What do you think, professor? Any tips for our audience?”

“No,” Adam says sourly and walks to the bar. He pours himself a stiff shot of Jack Daniels and tosses it down.

“Hey are we here to fuck or drink?” Blake says from off camera. Colin pans the camera back to Blake. He pulls off his shorts and underwear together. He’s got an erection. “Lets see if she’s able to give head.” Blake slides Alice’s head around so it’s now on the rail, near the edge of the pool table. He gently opens her mouth and slips his penis inside. He begins to gently move it in and out. “Come on, baby,” he whispers. “We’ve heard you give great blow jobs.”

Alice moans again, looks at Blake, seeing but not seeing; and her lips wrap around Blake’s penis. Her head begins to move and, before long, she’s doing all the work.

“Amazing,” Colin says from behind camera.

“You sure she’s not going to remember any of this,” Adam asks from off camera.

“Guaran-fucking-teed,” Blake says, leering at the camera. “Hey, Colin, zoom in tight so you just see her sucking my cock.” The camera zooms in. “Oh, yeah, Alice, suck it baby…”

“Don’t come in her mouth, Blake,” Colin says. “My dad would kill me if she dribbled your jizz all over the felt and ruined the table.”

“Don’t worry,” Blake says, I’m not going to waste my first shot in her mouth.” He pulls out. “Hand me the camera; your turn.” The picture swishes violently as Colin hands the camera to Blake. “Drop trou, dude. The water’s fine.”

Blake focuses the camera on Colin’s midsection as Colin unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans revealing a pair of pale blue boxer shorts, tented by Colin’s erect penis. Colin strips the boxers away and then proudly displays his cock for the camera.

“He came to play ladies and gentlemen,” Blake says. Colin steers his manhood toward Alice’s mouth then hesitated. “Go ahead, bro, stick it in her mouth.” He does and, after a few moments, Alice’s lips wrap around him and she goes to work.

“Yeah, suck it baby,” Colin says as Blake zooms in tight, so only the penis and her face are on screen.

“I recognize that angle,” Alice said to Syd. “You know about the pictures of me that Blake emailed to everyone at school?”

“Yes.”

“This was one of them. Me sucking a cock. Sent to everybody .”

Syd could imagine the mortification. She was terrified in high school that one day the kids there would find out what her stepfather was doing to her. She couldn’t even imagine how she might have felt if people actually saw pictures of it.

“I always wondered whose cock it was,” Alice said. “Now I know. Colin fucking Wood. And as humiliating as it is to watch them strip, maul and mouth fuck me, I’m absolutely mortified when I remember all the time and energy I put into deciding what I was going to wear that night.”

“Your mother mentioned you had a crush on Adam.”

“I was head over heels in love. And when he invited me to this party, I was so excited. I thought my life was going to change forever that night. Boy was I right.”

Colin pulled his penis out of her mouth. “Okay, Adam, your turn.”

The camera swings across the room to Adam, still standing at the bar, another drink in his hand. “Nah, you guys go ahead, I’m good here.”

“Don’t go getting all limp dick on us, man,” Blake says. “We had a deal, all for one and one for all. Now give her a taste of your tumescent tonsil tickler.”

“Mrs. Reynolds would love your use of alliteration,” Colin says from off screen.

Blake laughs from behind the camera but the lens never leaves Adam’s face. “What’s the problem, bro? We’ve got a naked girl on the pool table willing to do whatever we want.”

“We’ve got an unconscious girl on the table, Blake.”

“Hey, inviting Alice was your idea. You’re the one who told us she was practically stalking you. You’re the one who said she’d be an easy mark. Now come on, Adam, give her what she really wants. You.”

Adam didn’t look happy, but he put his drink down and walked over to the pool table. He reached down, stroked Alice’s breasts, and then cupped a hand over her vagina. Blake zoomed in as Adam slipped a finger inside. “She’s dry as a bone,” Adam said.

“That’s why God invented K-Y,” Blake said. Blake swung the camera to Colin. “There’s a tube on the bar, dude, and a stack of condoms. Why don’t you fix our boy up?”

Colin finds the lubricant and condoms. He tosses the tube first, and then detaches one of the condoms and, as he throws it, the camera pans back to Adam. “Showtime, bro,” Blake says.

But Adam just stands there, the K-Y and Trojan in his hand, staring at Alice.

“What’s a matter, Adam,” Colin says from off camera. “Can’t get it up?”

“Fuck you,” Adam mutters. “And fuck this.” He sets the K-Y and Trojan on the edge of the pool table and starts for the door.

Oh, my God, thought Syd. Adam didn’t rape her. She killed him for nothing.

“Faggot,” Blake calls stopping Adam at the door.

“I don’t think he can get it up,” Colin says. “From now on we’ll have to call him limp dick Devlin.”

“Or LDD for short,” Blake says. “And when everyone asks why we call you LDD, we’ll tell them it’s because you can’t get it up.”

Adam turns, embarrassment burning his cheeks. “You want to see me fuck her? Fine,” he says strutting back to the pool table. He pulls down his cargo shorts and underpants revealing a fully erect penis. “That hard enough for you,” he sneers.

Then Adam rips open the condom package and slips it on.

“Ribbed for her enjoyment,” Colin jokes from off camera.

Adam grabs Alice by the thighs and pulls her hips to the edge of the table. He steps between her legs.

“Don’t forget the K-Y,” Blake says.

“Fuck the K-Y,” Adam says and thrusts.

Okay, Syd thought. He deserved that bullet to the face.

Then Syd watched as first Adam, then Colin and finally Blake raped Alice. Colin actually shoved his cock in Alice’s mouth as Blake raped her. The boys hooted and howled having a great time with their comatose victim.

Those hoots and howls, grunts and groans triggered a flood of horrific memories. During her drug-addicted hooker years Syd had been the girl-on-the-pool-table many times. There was a frat house at USC, five or six rowdy bachelor parties, a drunken fiftieth birthday party, five Merrill Lynch brokers celebrating an IPO, a limo full of rappers celebrating a gold record. All those men, their hands, tongues, cocks inside her. Taking turns poking and prodding, sucking and fucking, reducing her to nothing more than a hunk of meat, a human receptacle.