“We’re going somewhere,” was all she said.
“Where? Dinner? I just ate…”
“Just get in the car and I’ll tell you.”
—
When we climbed into the car, she plugged an address into the GPS. It was an hour and a half away from the house.
“What…? Where are we going Sarah?”
She gave me a sly smile, “You’ll see.”
During the drive, she laid an egg on me.
“I’m moving to New York after graduation,” she said, “I know I can get a modelling contract through someone my photographers knows. And I’ll take classes at community college there, maybe try to get into CUNY.”
I was quiet in response.
“Mom is going to freak out.”
I sighed. I guess I thought the sex was all altruistic. I should have known, not that I cared.
“I’ll take care of it.”
She waited a moment, then rubbed my thigh in thanks.
—
We approached a gravel drive, which led me to a huge victorian-style mansion. Lines of cars were outside of it, and I found it hard to park.
“I heard about this place from another model. Don’t get mad, but I came here last month.”
I stopped the car. “What is this place?”
She shrugged, “A place where we can be free. I thought you’d like it. When we’re inside, I need you to look after me. I had a close call last time. I think it’s hard for someone who looks like me to be here.”
I was mortified, but I didn’t protest. I wanted to play it cool. After all, she was in control. I glanced in one of the grand front windows to see a party filled with mostly middle aged adults. They were drinking, eating appetizers…and a few had their shirts off or their dicks out. And a few more were copulating in the corner. This was a sex party.
“Sarah!” I shout-whispered. I walked over to her eagerly, “You cannot go in there.”
She rolled her eyes, “I already have, and we’re going to, because in case you forgot, you’re a rapist, and therefore, my big-dicked Ken doll.”
I steamed a little, but I had no authority to protest. Still, I didn’t want to see her harmed, “Well what the hell happened last time?”
She sat back on her foot and thought, “I made out with a guy who claimed he was married, and he wasn’t, and he got kind of pushy. Luckily another guy came in the room and helped me.”
I scoffed, “Sarah, a woman like you can’t walk around a place like this. These people will eat you alive. There’s diseases…”
“It’s a point-five percent chance of getting HIV through vaginal intercourse, if they aren’t on the herpes pill you can see it from a mile away, and you paid for me to get a damn HPV vaccine. Everything else is a pill I can pop, so just fuck off with the overprotective stuff. Rapist.”
“What about me? You can’t come to me?”
She rolled her eyes, “Who would want to keep fucking their own dad to get off? I mean, seriously? Did you think we were monogamous or something?”
It hurt, but I couldn’t fight back. “But….these are just a bunch of middle aged people in shitty marriages that want to use you, they-”
Her look said everything. I stopped myself mid-sentence to do a little introspection. This is why trying to have authority over her would always fail. Rather than make a scene, give her a reason to turn me in, or leave her to the buzzards circling inside, I decided it would be better if I went along with her plan.
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