Carly
After work, I stop at Emma’s place. I knock on the door and step to the side a little so she can’t see it’s me through the peephole. I don’t want her to be able to decide if she wants to see me or not.
When the door opens and it’s me standing there, Emma’s face hardens.
“You walked away from me twice, now,” I say. “Are you going to be childish about this, or can I talk to you?”
Emma shrugs. “There’s not much to talk about, but if you insist I guess you can come in.”
I groan inwardly. She’s going to make this as hard as possible. If it was any normal fight I would have walked away and let her have her temper tantrum alone, but this is about more than that.
“Is Ron here?” I ask.
Emma nods.
“I want to talk to you alone,” I say.
“I was just leaving,” Ron says, coming up behind Emma. He’s tall and lanky with dirty blond hair and eyes that aren’t exactly green or blue, but something in between. He kisses Emma, flashes me a smile and walks away from us, whistling.
I walk into the apartment. The place is so much neater than mine. It is so neat, in fact, that it is almost uncomfortable. I sit down on the couch.
“Something to drink?” Emma asks.
I shake my head. I’m not planning on staying that long.
“Alright,” Emma says, sitting down without getting herself something to drink, either. “What do you want to talk about?”
“I’m not even going to touch on you being a little bitch about my relationships and who I do or don’t sleep with.”
She raises her eyebrows but I’m not going to give her a chance to talk.
“The investors mentioned a sex tape threat. You’re acting all innocent about the anonymous tip, pretending to be hurt that I suspected you. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Emma’s eyes widen when I swear at her.
“You think that is me?”
I nod. “I do.”
I remembered something in bed, after Kevin left last night. I remembered how I wondered about Emma’s intentions when she picked up my key, how secretive she was.
“You have my key,” I say.
Emma shakes her head, looking down her hands. A smile plays on her lips and I don’t like it that she thinks this is funny.
“So, what if there is a sex tape?” she asks.
My mouth drops a little. “You’re saying there is?”
Emma looks up at me. “God, Carly, you’re so naïve. I can’t believe you haven’t found the camera yet.”
I blink at her. I came in here, ready to confront her, but now that she’s so open about it I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“How can you do this to me?” I ask. “You have the tape?”
Emma nods, looking pleased with herself. I jump up.
“Where is it?”
“Yeah, sure, I’m just going to give it up to you. You think you’re so awesome, sleeping with more than one guy. It doesn’t make you awesome, Carly, it just makes you a slut. Besides, they’re using you – I’m just trying to help you.”
If I wasn’t so stressed about the sex tape I just realized is real, I might have been insulted by what she must say about me. Now, I don’t care. I march to her bedroom.
“Where are you going?” Emma calls after me. I storm into her room and turn in a circle. Where am I going to start? I walk to her nightstand and yank the drawer open, rummaging through it. The chest of drawers is next and I ruffle through her underwear, her socks, and then the vanity case on top.
Nothing.
It isn’t in her closet, either. Fuck, it can be anywhere.
When I turn around, unsure where else to look, Emma is leaning against the doorpost with her arms folded. She smiles at me.
“You know, if this isn’t about the fact that your morals are so screwed up, I would be amused by this. But it’s sad, instead.”
I shake my head.
“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”
Emma shrugs. I’m so angry I feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust.
“You’re sly, Em. Cunning, like fox.”
Emma is still smiling. I want to say something that will wipe that smile right off her face.
“No,” I say. “Not a fox. You’re cunning, just like dad.”
That did the trick. Comparing her to our dad is the one thing that hurts more than anything else. I push passed her.
“I have nothing more to say to you.”
I let myself out the front door and get into my car. I speed home, unlock my door and run to my bedroom. I turn the room upside down, looking for a camera. I look everywhere a camera will still have a view of the bedroom – in doors and the curtains and the lamps. Eventually, I find it. It’s a lot smaller than I thought it would be. I don’t know much about this kind of technology, but I know enough to know what I’m looking at.
I turn the small device around in my hands and notice a small groove on the side. When I press it with my nail, a slot pops open for a micro SD memory card. And the slot is empty.
“Dammit!” I shout.
I walk back to the living room where I dropped my handbag and fish for my phone. When I find it, I dial Scott’s number.
“I found a camera,” I tell him.
“I’ll be right there,” he says.
When he hangs up, I phone Kevin whose response is similar. When he hangs up, I sit down on the couch, feeling drained.
Ten minutes later, a knock sounds on my door. I open and both Scott and Kevin stand in front of me. They look worried. I let them in and close the door behind them.
“Here it is,” I say when they’re inside, picking it up from the coffee table where I put it to stare at it. Kevin takes it and turns it around in his hands. He finds the memory card slot and opens it the same way I did. When it pops open he hands it to Scott.
“So, Emma put it in your room?” Kevin asks when Scott inspects the empty slot.
I hug myself and nod. “She admitted it to me today. It’s the only reason I searched until I found it. It’s so small.”
“Where was it?” Scott asks.
“Attached to my lampshade. It has a black pattern so it isn’t very noticeable.”
Scott nods. Kevin looks at the camera in Scott’s hands.
“We don’t know that there was ever and SD card in there,” he says.
Scott looks at him before he looks at me.
“That’s true,” he says. “It can still be that she’s bluffing.”
I shrug and sits down on my couch. “I guess she can be. This is unlike her so I want to believe that, but I don’t know. I just… don’t know. I feel like it’s my fault.”
“Hey,” Scott says and sits down next to me. He puts the camera back on the table where it stares at me with it’s one eye. Kevin sits down on my other side. “It’s going to be fine,” Scott says. He put his hand on my leg. I changed into slacks and a tank top in the time I waited for them to come so I’m comfortable. Scott’s hand is warm through the thin, stretchy material on my thigh.
“You can’t have helped this,” Kevin says. They both sit very close to me and I’m aware of their bodies, the heat radiating from their skins. Scott moves his hand on my thigh, rubbing it slowly up and down.
“He’s right,” he says. “She’s playing us. It’s not your fault.”
I hear what he’s saying but his hand on my thigh distracts me. He moves his hand up and down, his fingers sliding closer and closer to my pussy. I watch his hand. I’m worried about the camera, everything feels like a horrible mess and still Scott turns me on by touching me the way he is, now.
I look at him and his eyes are a deep green. His gaze slides to my lips. I feel the atmosphere charge around us, the worry changing to desire. Scott leans in toward me, placing his hand behind my neck and pulls me closer to him. I close my eyes and his lips come onto mine. He kisses me and I open my mouth, letting him penetrate me, taste me.
Kevin’s hand lands on my arm and he strokes me, his hand moving up to my shoulder and back down again. He nuzzles my neck as I make out with Scott, kissing the tender skin so that I get goosebumps. His hand moves to my breast and he cups it. His skin is hot through my shirt.
Scott slides his hand up until his fingers brush my pussy. I shiver, moaning softly into his mouth. When he breaks the kiss, Kevin turns my head with his hand on my cheek and kisses me, taking over where Scott left off. His tongue pushes into my mouth and he squeezes my breast, massaging, kneading. Scott, having nothing else to do, pushes his hands between my legs. I open my legs for him to give him access. He rubs my pussy through the pants, the material friction on my pussy lips and clit driving me wild.
I moan into Kevin’s mouth. He takes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolls it back and forth, tugging lightly. The combination of sexual stimulation from two different men is almost too much to bear.
Scott tugs at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up. Kevin lets go of my breast and breaks the kiss to give Scott a chance to pull the shirt over my head. I sit up and Kevin reaches behind me, unclasping my bra and pulling it off. They both stop and stare at my breasts. Kevin pulls me onto him so that I lay half on his lap and he cups both breasts. He massages them, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples.
Scott hooks his fingers into my waistband and pulls my slacks down, taking my panties with them. In no time at all, I’m naked and splayed out in front of the two men who seem to think it is the most precious thing on earth.
Scott kneels on the couch, spreading my legs. I gasp when he lowers his head and closes his lips over my pussy. He licks a line from my entrance to my clit and I shudder when he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit a few times. Kevin plays with my breasts, tugging and pulling, and Scott licks and sucks my pussy until I squirm and writhe on the couch.
After a moment, Kevin moves out from underneath me and I hold myself up, propped on my arms. Kevin pulls his shirt off and I have a beautiful view of his body – his arms strong and muscular, his abs sculpted and delicious, moving under his skin. He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, thick and hard. He pushes his hips toward me and I know what he wants.
I suck him into my mouth and he groans. Scott is still between my legs, sucking my clit and the sensation along with the dick in my mouth is another sensory overload. I shiver and bob my head up and down, taking as much of Kevin into my mouth as I can without cutting off my own breathing. I must hold back if I want to stay in control of my body – with Scott between my legs I’m already in trouble of tipping over the edge and losing it.
“Oh, yeah, princess,” Kevin says. I moan against his cock as the sucking on my clit intensifies. I’m so damn close to the edge it’s almost impossible concentrate, but then Scott stops and I let go of Kevin, gasping for air, moaning in protest about the orgasm denial.