Vengeance (21 page)

“What? Are you gay or something?” Duchess asked as Glaze continued to look on over her glasses.

“No, hell no, I’m not gay.” Michael shifted on the couch to face her better. “It’s just that I don’t know you and this is a professional audition. It’s not appropriate for you to start touching me like that out of the blue.”

“What kind of cockamamie bullshit is this?” Glaze said loudly. “How the hell do you call yourself an actor when you get all up in your feelings as soon as another thespian lays a finger on you?”

Michael opened his mouth to say something, but Glaze cut him off.

“When people act together, it’s a group effort. They have to hug, shake hands, kiss, pretend to fuck, and even give mouth-to-fucking-mouth resuscitation if it’s in the script.”

“I understand that, but the sides you sent me didn’t—”

“So if the longer script calls for you to suck Duchess’s toes, what are you going to do? Break down in tears and cost a hefty part of our production budget to be wasted while we replace you?”

“No, I assure you, I’ll do whatever the script calls for.”

Glaze got up and walked in front of the desk, then positioned herself on the edge with her right thigh elevated, so Michael could see her freshly shaven, glistening pussy.

He stared at it like she was taking pictures of his face and then swallowed his own saliva in a big gulp.

“You seem kind of suspect to me. You were recommended to me by a friend of a friend of a friend for this role, but I’m not so sure about this.”

“But I thought you know—”

Before he could say my name, Glaze cut him off again.
Good little pet!

I had been extremely careful not to actually say that I knew the people at Provisional Entertainment. Michael was so excited to get an audition, based on my recommendation, that he had asked very few questions. Glaze had contacted him from [email protected] and had given him the number for a burner phone.

Cherie had called to thank me personally for getting him the chance to read and I played kind of dumb. “Oh, I don’t really know anything about the project. One of my agent’s friends has something to do with it. She said it’s legit, though. I wish him luck.”

“Okay, okay, this is how we’re going to get through this.” I could see Glaze’s eyes rolling on three out of the four cameras. “We need to get this moving because we have other people coming in today.”

Michael was in a panic. “Are they trying out for Choad?”

Glaze smirked. “A couple of them are, but some are trying out for other supporting roles. I need to get back to Los Angeles tomorrow, so time is of the essence.” She sighed. “I’ll be up-front and tell you that everyone else is way more experienced than you. I decided to give you a shot, but you’re going to really have to bring it with this audition.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes!”

Duchess and Glaze made eye contact and grinned mischievously.

“Before we go any further, I need to do a quick body check. Strip down to your underwear.”

Michael was quick to get out of his clothes. I chuckled there in my studio. “You have no idea what’s coming! Go Glaze! It’s your birthday!” I got up and shimmied my hips a little in pure delight. The fool was falling for it.

“Nice,” Glaze said as she ran her fingertips down Michael’s chest once he was down to a pair of plaid boxers. “I’m feeling these tight abs. Is that an eight-pack?” She turned him around to face Duchess. “Duchess, check this out!”

Glaze was totally exaggerating about his abs. He was not that cut, but he was toned. Duchess decided to take it further.

“Who gives a fuck about the abs? My eyes are glued to he who walks behind the rows.” She licked her lips and then bit her bottom lip as she kept her eyes glued to his groin. “That’s what I want to see.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Glaze yanked Michael’s boxers down, where they landed at his ankles. He looked shocked as Glaze took his dick in her hand and started bouncing it up and down in her palm. “Umm, blessed are the flexible for they will not be bent out of shape.”

Michael was clearly nervous but, as suspected, wanted that damn role. His dick was average, but it didn’t feel that way when he robbed me of my virginity in such a brutal fashion.

“Wha . . . what do you mean by that?” he asked, nervous.

“It just means that you have a nice dick, Choad. I like the way it moves so fluidly in my hand. Makes me wonder what it would feel like in my mouth, my pussy . . . and my ass.”

“Listen, maybe I should go.” Michael backed away from Glaze and pulled up his boxers.

“You were right,” Glaze directed toward Duchess. “This motherfucker is light in the loafers.”

Duchess shrugged. “Too bad. I was curious to see what he was working with.”

“My girlfriend would kill me if she found out I did something like this for a role,” Michael said.

“I thought you said you were single?” Glaze pouted. “Wipe your mouth on the way out. There’s still a tiny bit of bullshit around your lips.”

“I am single, technically. I’m not married, but I do have a woman. So I’m
not
gay.”

“Well, one lie is enough to question all truths. It’s not the lie that bothers me. It’s the insult to my intelligence that I find offensive.”

“I’m not saying that you ladies aren’t attractive,” Michael said, as he gathered his pants to step into.

Damn right
, I thought.
They’re fucking gorgeous. Go ahead and cave already.

I wish that I could’ve been there to tell Glaze not to let that motherfucker leave before she got what I needed. I grabbed my phone and sent her a quick text message on the burner phone.

ME:
DO SOMETHING DRASTIC. START MAKING OUT WITH THE OTHER BROAD OR SOMETHING.

I heard a text chime go off on her phone and she walked over to read the message. Since I was the only other person with that number except for Michael, she realized it had to be from me.

GLAZE:
OH, HIS ASS ISN’T GOING ANYWHERE.

“That’s my girl!” I exclaimed.

Right then, Kagiso started rapping on the studio door.

“What?” I yelled out. Then I realized it was soundproof and got up to go to the door. I cracked it open and glared into his eyes. “What is it?”

“Just checking on you.”

“I’m all good.”

“You need anything?”

“Nope. Just some privacy so I can be alone with my muse.”

Kagiso looked concerned and then walked off. I locked the door and put the security bar underneath the knob.

By the time I got back to the split screen on my laptop, things were on and popping.
Mission accomplished!

Glaze was in her most comfortable state—naked. Duchess was topless and the two of them were tonguing each other down on the sofa. Michael had dropped his pants back on the floor and was taking it all in.

Duchess started sucking on Glaze’s tits as Glaze threw her head back in ecstasy and started moaning and saying, “Oh yes! Ummmmm, that’s what I’m talking about!”

“You two are some serious sluts,” Michael said. Poor thing was getting angry about the entire situation, but his ass wasn’t leaving, either. “I can’t believe you all are doing this shit in auditions.”

Duchess stopped slobbering all over Glaze’s tits long enough to say, “We’re only sluts because our sexuality scares you.”

Glaze pushed Duchess back on the sofa and started pulling her panties off with her teeth.

“I’m not scared of shit!” Michael lashed out.

“Prove it!” Duchess challenged. “Are you over forty? They say most men over forty can’t keep their dick hard anyway. You probably can’t even handle all this pussy.”

That did it!

“I don’t give a fuck about the role anymore. I’m about to teach you two bitches a lesson.”

“There’s that wildebeest!” I exclaimed out loud in my studio. “Bat-shit-crazy motherfucker!”

The three of them fucked and sucked for the next two hours and I got all of it on camera. Both Glaze and Duchess sucked that rat bastard dry, then got him hard again and one rode his face while the other rode his dick. Then Glaze lay on top of Duchess’s stomach and he ate them out in stockpile fashion with their thighs held open in V’s with their hands, greedy fool. I had to admit, it was an amazing spectacle to view. I could’ve made a ton selling it on the Internet!

After that, he fucked them on top of each other, putting his dick in Glaze’s pussy, pounding her, and then pulling out, lowering a few inches, and pounding out Duchess while Glaze bit on his nipples and stuck her finger up his ass. They really had his ass going. He thought he was doing something, but it was just another day at work for the two of them, especially Mrs. Teasedale. She was a Mrs. because she was actually married, had been for a few years. Her husband was a—get this—epidemiologist, meaning that he was responsible for investigating public health concerns and preventing them from spreading. Hmm, okay.

Before they let Michael go—he never asked about the nonexistent other people who never showed up for auditions—they both stood in the middle of the floor with their backs to each other and leaving enough room between them for him. That shit was my idea! They bent over and grabbed their own left ankles and each other’s right ankles so that it was a tight squeeze as he fucked them in turn. He was balls-deep in Glaze and then struggled to turn around and go knee-deep in Duchess and so forth and so on.

Then that bastard ran out of semen, energy, and he was barely coherent by the time they got done with him. Glaze and Duchess went and lay on the couch, scissoring their legs together as Michael got dressed in silence. What the fuck could anyone say after all that?

As he was leaving out the door, Glaze whispered, “I’ll be in touch.”

That wasn’t true. She wouldn’t be in touch, but those recordings were about to make Michael Vinson the famous actor he’d always wanted to be. All I had to do was edit out the women’s faces, lay some freaky background music to it, and make sure that Cherie was the first one to see it.

I was so fucking proud of Glaze. I shot her a quick text.

ME:
YOU’RE THAT CHICK! CLEAR EVERYTHING OUT AND HEAD BACK HOME. CALL YOU TOMORROW.

T
hanks for seeing me on such short notice.” I was sitting on Marcella’s sofa in her cabin on a Saturday afternoon. “I realize that I’m constantly imposing on you outside of your regular business hours.”

“Psychiatrists don’t really have regular business hours, Wicket. I see some of my patients in the office, but I also have some in psychiatric hospitals. Not many, but some, and I do some pro bono work.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“Sure, but it also gets me an opportunity to stay on top of the trends in my profession.”

I crossed my legs. I was casual that day: tan leggings and a button-down white shirt. “There are trends when it comes to being crazy?”

“Of course. A lot of people are affected by illnesses that mess with their brain activities, and those change all the time. A lot of insane asylums first popped up back when tuberculosis was extremely active. The sanitariums were named that because most were near clear, open air, and were constantly cleaned to kill germs. The theory was that if patients were kept in sanitized conditions, it would improve their health.”

“Did it . . . improve their health?”

“For some, it did, but others were too far gone.”

“I never knew that. You’ve taught me something.”

“Initially, most were started in private family homes. I’m talking a century ago and then some. Wealthy families with relatives who were suffering from mental incapacity would donate their homes, or convert them to facilities to house them and others. Searching for a cure.”

“Kind of like a lot of drug and alcohol rehabs are started by former addicts or relatives of those who need recovery?”

“Now you’ve got it.”

“Well, I know one thing for sure. My mother can’t be fixed, she can’t recover, and there is no cure for her crazy ass.”

“Have you even checked on your mother?”

“Why the hell would I do that? Why would I give a flying fuck about someone who never gave a flying fuck about me?”

“Maybe it will give you some kind of closure, if you see her and forgive her.”

“I’m not showing up at that place so that someone can run their mouth to the tabloids about my being there. People are too hard up for cash that relatives of celebrities are selling photos of them on their death beds and in their caskets for six figures.”

Marcella flicked a piece of lint off her lightweight peach sweater. “It was merely a suggestion. At least consider it. As for someone being a whistleblower, we may be able to work around that.”

“I’m not even trying to hear that shit. My mother can kiss my
entire
black ass. I truly don’t care if she’s alive or dead. Grandma and Hannah are both long gone and she’s still breathing.”

“And how would you know that?” Marcella raised an eyebrow. “You keep a check on her, don’t you?”

I glared at Marcella. I had to hand it to her. She was good at her career.

“It’s not that serious and don’t get things twisted,” I replied. “It’s actually not me. Daddy makes sure that she never has a chance of getting out. It’s about his concern for my welfare, not that bitch’s.”

“From what you’ve told me about your mother, it’s apparent to me that a lot of her issues come from being victimized.”

“And?”

I had told Marcella about the rape and incest during another session and went into further details about the day Momma slashed up my face, and all the craziness and abuse that led up to it.

“Your issues stem from things that happened to you in your childhood, but you expect people to be tolerant of your issues and your behavior.”

I was heated. “Are you comparing me to that maniac? She is a maniac. You do realize that? She’s violent and she’s dangerous and—”

“Aren’t you violent and dangerous? Intermittent explosive disorder can lead to violent outbursts where you harm yourself or others.”

“Thanks for the update,” I stated vehemently. “I take my meds every damn day. Thank you very much.”