Scratch Ch. 01

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An 18 yr old boy is introduced into the porn industry.

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His hand became lost in her dirty blonde hair. She pressed back against
him wildly, like an animal desperate to itch her scratch. With his
fingers clenched around the back of Lindsay's neck, her long hair
drowned his fingers and palm. Joseph felt his breathing begin to get
the better of him as he ran his right hand down the curve of Lindsay's
back. He felt the humid moisture of sweat forming at the center of her
skinny frame of her back. His hand continued down around her tight ass
cheek as he released his cock from her pussy before thrusting back
inside her.

"Ohhh..." Lindsay cued, tucking her wrist over her mouth. She looked
over her shoulder at Joseph. Her eye brows were high with a look of
helpless submission as he squeezed what little meat she had on her ass
cheek. "Oh, Joseph- ah- Fuck me."

"Shhh," Joseph hushed her glancing at the bedroom door at the foot of
the bed. He knew they had fucked much louder in the past and none of
Lindsay's sisters or parents had heard then, but getting caught with
his pants quite literally around his ankles by his girlfriend's Mother
was definitely not something he wanted tonight.

He lifted a leg onto the bed and dug his hips forward which made
Lindsay fall forward on shaky arms. She grabbed a pillow and bit down
on it to muffle her cries as he penetrated her. The tightness of her
pussy clenched around his thick shaft was unbearable. He felt himself
nearing the edge of no return. Joseph's hands traversed her entire
body. Cupping her small perky tits as they bounced with every thrust.
Her hard nipple scraping his palms as he squeezed her breasts.

"Fuck me- yes. Yes..." She cried into her pillow.

Joseph crammed his shaft into her, leaving a quarter of its base out
until he began to flex uncontrollably. Leaning forward, he spooned her
as he crammed most of his cock inside her and held. Sucking on the back
corner of her neck and tasting salty sweat and fruity lotion, he felt
spurts of cum pump deep inside Lindsay's drenched pussy.

"Mmmm..." Joseph groaned between hot pants in Lindsay's ear. She
breathed in cooing moans as she steadied her breath and they collapsed
on each other.

Time passed slowly that night. They twisted in the sheets of Lindsay's
bed. The sweaty bodies of teenagers folded in intertwining layers of
limbs. Lindsay quickly let the test of sleep take over as she slipped
away, her nose tucked away in Joseph's chest. He watched her sleep for
most of the night. Envying her simple life and simple goals. He knew it
wasn't right to classify her life as 'simple.'

After all, whose life was not complicated as fuck? Joseph thought.

However, having dated her for most of this senior year of high school,
he knew her definitions of problems, while severe for her and most
other eighteen year old girls, were nothing compared to others. He knew
this just as well as he knew his family turmoil that turned his stomach
that night and twisted his thoughts from sleep, did not matter in the
grand scheme of things.

But those thoughts were all that mattered to Joseph. And he hated it.

Dawn peaked through the Eastward facing window of the bedroom sending
cracks of sunlight through the curtains. Lindsay had her phone in hand
before Joseph even knew she was awake. He thumbed the bunched sheets on
his chest having not slept all night. His fingers followed the
crevasses up and down. "What are you watching?" He asked, looking over
to Lindsay curled in the corner of her bed, her face buried in her
phone.

"Your dad," she giggled. "He's all over the news."

"I'm sure he is," Joseph mumbled. His eyes never leaving the monotone
shaded ceiling.

"He's really going to win, huh?"

"Probably."

Lindsay smiled to herself as she clicked another clip to play on her
phone. "People are already sayn' that he should be running for
President this year. You think he will?"

"He's running for Senator this year," Joseph said with the slightest
tinge in his voice. "Can't run for President and Senate."

"I know," Lindsay said as she smacked his leg with the back of her
hand. "Next time. Or in like 8 years or whatever. You think he'll run
then?"

Joseph shrugged sitting up to his elbows, "probably." He moved to the
side of the bed, trying to escape the topic.

"You know," Lindsay probed. "Blake has been talking a lot of trash
about you online..."

"You're friends with him online?"

"We had some English project together."

"...when is Blake not talking?" Before Joseph could stand she trapped
his chest in her arms as she nuzzled into the back of his neck.

"Got you." She said in his ear. "You know, if he's the President that
makes you the... First Son? First Man?" Lindsay toyed.

"More like Third man," Joseph broke a smile, rubbing her arms.

"Na uh, it doesn't work like that!" Lindsay squeezed him tighter. "You
and your brothers would all be First Sons and your sisters would be the
First daughters. Aaaaand..." Lindsay tongued his right earlobe. Lightly
teething and pulling on it as her hot breath sent shivers down Joseph's
back. "When you become President, I can be your First lady." She
dragged her fingers through Joseph's thick brown hair as she lightly
cooed a moan in his ear, biting her lip, and whispered, "...or your
first slut."

Joseph smiled and pushed his head back against Lindsay's, "If you're
looking to be the next First Slut," Joseph said sarcastically, "I
wouldn't count on it being with me." He stood. The sheet falling from
his naked body as his limp penis swaying between his thighs. His body
was hard but not like a chiseled body builder that spent their days and
nights lifting metal barbells. Joseph's chest and stomach were
muscular, but softer. Giving him the toned look of an athlete, though,
to his father's- and father's career's disappointment, Joseph refused
to participate in any school sports.

"I'm just saying..." Lindsay teased as he got dressed. The sheet
covered only part of her thighs as her skinny breasts hung free.
"You're a Conwright. You're an American Dynasty," she smiled shaking
around a news article displayed on her phone. "We can be like fucking
royalty here- or do whatever we want... why do you want to leave?"

He had his jeans on and his long sleeved shirt bunched in his hands
while he looked around Lindsay's room. It was small and cozy, with the
walls covered in pictures of singers and male celebrities. The floor
was a mess of clothes and piles of school books and papers.

"Mmm. You know what I think it is?" She followed his gaze around the
room and giggled as she pulled him back to her by his waistband. "I
think you're too used to eating with your silver spoon and rich
families, and loaded friends."

"Hm, have you met my friends?"

"Whatever. You have no idea what it's like to have nothing. Look at
this place, it's like a closet in your parent's house. Can you imagine
growing up here?"

Joseph turned and put his shirt on, looking down at her with a grin.
"This is a two story, five bedroom house. I don't think you're slumming
it."

"Whatever. My Daddy basically bankrupted us with this fucking house and
tuition at Lawrence High. Your parent's parent's have been running this
country for like years- hey, where are you going?"

"I gotta go," Joseph sat and slid his shoes on one at a time.

"Aww where?" Lindsay asked like a child, sticking out her lip.

"Sunday morning breakfast before church," Joseph sighed.

"Hahaha!" She fell back in the bed laughing to herself. "You fuckn'
serious? Since when you go to church? Come back to bedddd..."

Lindsay pulled on his shirt and he leaned over her giving a long kiss
as he tucked her hair behind her ear. She groped at his groin. Rubbing
on the front of his jeans up and down until he had to pull away as he
felt himself stirring in his pants.

"Not now, my first lady. I have a special request to attend today."
Joseph said checking his phone.

"Since when do you do a thing Conright senior says?"

"This was a different Conright's request, I'll see you tonight, am I
picking you up, or meet you at the club?"

"Jessica wants me to go to this lame ass car show with her and her
dad... ugh... I don't even know when I'll get out of there, but I'll
just meet you there, babe."

"Alright, I'll see you boo," Joseph winked at her as he opened the
door.

Lindsay was on her stomach texting on her phone already before the
thought hit her, "oh, happy birthday, baby!"

The Breakfast.

"-and that is what is most... I don't know what word to use.
Impressive? Gutsy? Reckless? About Congressman Conright's outburst last
night. Now he's doing his little dance in the media of, 'an emotional
outburst due to the stress this President has put on the country,' but
honestly, I see this more as a calculated-"

Joseph turned off the radio as he pulled down his private drive. The
street was all freshly watered grass, freshly trimmed trees, and
freshly planted flowers. A manufactured private community isolated from
the troubles and pollution of the outside world. Joseph often thought
of where he grew up as a 1950's sitcom brought to life in color.

Maybe that's why I grew up different.

At the edge of their property was a line of news vans along the public
street. Joseph's father would be pleased. He turned down the winding
driveway that travelled down the acres of land. Their estate was well
hidden behind the hills of green and landscaped trees.

Joseph parked his Dodge Charger beside Frabricio, their Gardner who
hovered on his haunches beside the house pulling weeds. They exchanged
head nods as Joseph went in through the garage.

"Late night?" Larissa said stirring something on the kitchen stove. He
hadn't even cleared the garage door to the house before the
interrogation began.

"Yeah, sorry, ma," Joseph said. "It got late so I just stayed the night
at Josh's."

"Mmhmm," Larissa gave him an under eye look as she stirred eggs in a
pan. He knew she didn't believe him, but the lie was enough to keep the
conversation from happening. "You coming to church this morning?"

"Sure," Joseph stretched and yawned, leaning on the stairs banister.

"You've got to wear something nice, lots of cameras out there. Here let
me get out of your way," Larissa moved so their cook, Ms. Gomez, could
access the stove to turn the sausages. Larissa never cooked, except
eggs on Sunday morning. She wasn't even good at cooking the eggs, but
Joseph suspected she did it just so she didn't have to lie to reporters
about cooking for their family. "Breakfast is in ten and your brothers
should be here in any minute. Go tell your sister, okay?"

He yawned again and nodded going up stairs. His mother didn't need to
specify which sister even though he had two. He wasn't on talking terms
with Stephanie, his year younger sister, for the past year or 8, give
or take. Joseph considered changing... or showering... or brushing his
teeth, but he refused to give his father the satisfaction of him
getting dressed for breakfast. Their house was decorated like that of a
museum. High ceilings connected to white walls with huge paintings
framed in elaborate designs. Decorative vases and furniture pieces
placed in odd locations which made it difficult for house keepers to
properly dust.

Only thing that'd improve this place is a gallon of gas and a good
strike of a match.

"Ally Mc Ally," Joseph knocked and entered the room at the end of the
hall. "I'm here to collect my birthday present, woman."

Alyssa was sitting in the corner of the room looking out the window.
When she turned, she wiped tears from her cheeks as she tried to smile.
"Shut up, birthday brat. Even for a morning person, you're still loud
as shit."

"Hey..." he said sitting on the bed beside her. "I thought the rule was
only the birthday boy or girl gets to have a shitty day. Not the
birthday boy or girl's sister."

"I'm just-" she started and quickly began to shake as she hugged
herself. "I'm just so fucking nervous. Like you have no idea."

"Al, you don't have to do it today, I mean, I'm with you a 100% either
way, but nothing say-"

"If you don't want me to do it today, I completely understand," Alyssa
said wiping her nose. "I mean, it's your birthday."

"Yes, don't want you infringe on all the fun of my birthday church
excursion, my birthday lecture from dad, or- oh yes, let's not forget
about my birthday family breakfast where we get to hear more tales of
Monica's great injustice by the man for getting a traffic ticket."
Joseph and Alyssa both smiled some at that.

"God, she's never going to shut up about that is she?" Alyssa sniffled.

"Not until "Daddy" has that officer's badge," Joseph said.

Al and Joseph had always been close, ever since they were little.
Alyssa was two years younger than Joseph and the only member of his
family that neared the realm of normality. In a family that was ran
like feudal lordship, normality was a rarity. She was tall for her age
but had an average body size, with some thickness in her thighs, hips,
and chest. Her black hair was usually kept tied in a ponytail to keep
it out of her thick black rimmed glasses. So far, Al and Joseph were
the only two Conrights that weren't contributing to the Family
political career by having a useful title. ...sports athlete, star
something, honor role...

"Look, do it today, don't do it, it's up to you." Joseph shrugged
rubbing her back. "You fall I follow, right?"

She smiled with her head hung over her lap, "right."

"...What's Sam say?"

"The same," Al shrugged. "...Basically."

The front door down stairs opened and a chaos of noise filled the quiet
house. Nieces, nephews, brothers, sisters, dogs... the house was alive
with movement. Their mother's voice yelled at dogs, their brother's
voice yelled at nephews.

Stephanie stuck her head inside Alyssa's room for the briefest of
seconds to yell, "Mom said, breakfast, slut." Before running down
stairs.

"Come on," Joseph stood. "Rubber eggs aren't getting any better."

The table looked like it was set in a 1980's thanksgiving catalog. The
men were dressed in a wash of light colored bad sweaters, the women in
matching dresses. Even Joseph's two adorable nephews, Chad and Haze,
were dressed as step ford husbands. 6 year old boys wearing matching
sweater vests... I wonder if they take turns mutilating squirrels,
Joseph thought.

"Jo jo!" They screamed when they saw Joseph round the table.

"What's up little guys?" He patted their heads like dogs needing a good
rub.

"Oh- uhh here," Denise edged her way between the boys and Joseph.
"Don't want to mess the kids' hair before all the cameras arrive hehe."
She parted their hair as they fussed in their seats.

"Hello, Denise," Joseph sat at the table and felt accomplished when he
saw how messy he'd made their hair.

"Hm. Hi, Joseph," Denise said with a stressed giggle. "How are you?
Happy Birthday!"

"Thanks."

Denise was nice enough considering she was married to Thomas. A little
too nervous-coffee-jittery for Jo's taste but she was still was years
better than-

"There he is- whoa, little brother, is the homeless look that popular
these days?" Thomas said with a grin as he sat their infant daughter in
the high chair. "What? No hello hug? Hello high five??"

I will not murder my family. I will not murder my family. I will not...

"Hey Thomas..." Joseph forced a smile.

"Here," Thomas reached across the table holding out his fist. Joseph
pounded it. "Boom! Happy Birthday, bro!"

I will not murder my family. I will... Thomas was his eldest brother
and father's gift to humanity. Despite being a ginormous tool and a bit
more talkative, Thomas was a spitting image of father. Even now he sat
in his suit carefully enough to ensure no creases formed. Jo leaned
forward and caught himself staring for an awkwardly long moment at
Thomas' shoulder, looking for a spec of dandruff or a single strand of
dog hair.

He's like a goddam robot, how is that even possible? He has two Great
Danes, 3 kids, and he looks like he just came off an assembly line.

The help continued to fill the table with platters of food. Breads and
biscuits, jelly and jam, eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, gravy... Having
been to a number of fancy dinners, Joseph learned the larger the dining
table the larger the dinner. Like everything else in this world. The
food prepared was not about what people wanted, but what looked best
for the camera.

Stephanie clacked in on her high heels, shooting Jo a dirty look from
above her cell phone as she sat leaving an empty chair between them.
Stephanie was a year younger than Jo and lead varsity cheerleader.
...yup...

Bruce came in next, giving Jo a long look before, sitting down,
followed by Mother. Bruce was four years older than Joseph and the
embodiment of everything Jo was not. He was a star wrestler and
football player. Soon to be graduate with honors in college, followed
by his current family cliché, law school. Larissa gave Jo a double
take. "Joseph, I asked you to change your clothes- you could have at
least washed your hair."

Jo was wearing the same long sleeved rock band shirt and jeans he'd
wore the night before. He left his greasy hair messy in parts and
matted in others. "Ahh. You said for church," Jo held a finger up.
"This is just family breakfast, right? I could put on a vest- Hey
Haze!" He yelled down to the end of the table where the children sat.
"Can Uncle Jo Jo borrow your sweater vest!?"

"Jo Jo!" The boys yelled and started pulling their vests off. Their
nanny, whom sat beside the boys quickly jumped into action to keep
their clothes on.

"Hey!" Bruce snapped, at first towards the boys then to Joseph. "Keep
it down. Father's on the phone."

Father's footsteps and murmured voice could be heard from the kitchen
pacing back and forth. Joseph glared at Bruce and Bruce glared back.
Run into a wall run into a wall run into a wall... Jo thought one of
these days he could will his sibling into doing it.

"Where's Alyssa?" Larissa asked.

"She's coming," Joseph answered. On que, Al walked into the room
already trying to avoid eye contact and sat beside Jo.

"Hey gorgeous!" Thomas exclaimed, his arm around the back of Denise's
chair. "I missed you, sis, how have you been?"

"Heh, fine, a lot of school work, you know," Alyssa said.

"Didn't see you at the prom dance last night..." Stephanie held her
phone to the side as she leaned on the table. "You or your boyfriend,
thought he was a junior?"

Joseph glared at Stephanie as did Alyssa.

"Stephanie," Mother warned. "Elbows." Stephanie lifted her elbows from
the table top, and with a smug smirk went back to her cell phone.
"Bruce," Mother changed the subject. "Why don't you go get your
Father."

"Okay, but, he's on the phone..." Bruce gave his, are you sure? Look.

"Oh..." Mother nodded. "We'll wait, then."

The dining room was silent as everyone sat staring at their empty
plates. Jo scratched his shoulder and realized his hand still smelled
of pussy. Heh whoops... He wondered why Lindsay hadn't started blowing
up his phone yet for pics of his family- time, but as he smacked his
thigh pocket and found it empty he realized he left the cell in his
car. Lindsay would fucking love this, he thought. Epic breakfasts,
photos being taken as we walk to church... I could propose to her in a
text right now and she'd say yes. He shook his head.

"Wibbletons out," John Conright announced as he barged into the dining
room. "It's official, I'm the new Lead Co-sponsor of the Bill."

"Alright Dad!" Bruce said clapping his hands once. Joseph eyed him
suspiciously, wondering if he was going to try to start a slow clap.

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"Great job, honey," Mother said.

"So it worked then?" Thomas chimed in. He was sitting strategically to
Father's right.

"Yes," Father said shaking out his cloth napkin on to his lap. "It was
a bit of a dirty business and not typically the kind of press we want
to make, but it had to be done."

It was all over the news last night. Joseph was happy to ignore it, but
between make out sessions, Lindsay pulled up a video of the President's
special address to congress. His speech itself was mundane and politics
as usual, but what took headlines was the Florida Junior Congressman's
outburst in the midst of the speech.

"You're killing our soldier's!" Father had shouted. In the news he spun
it as an emotional moment that overtook him as he could no longer sit
by and listen to the President's lies about the wars. In reality, he
had spent a month planning this with his team. Polling suggested he
would lose his race in a few months to be in senate, mainly due to
popularity.

"The bill should go through by a landslide," Father continued as he
scooped some bacon on his plate. "And now that I'm chief sponsor, it
should put me over the edge for election time."

"Ah ah ah!" Mother warned. "We say grace before eating and taking the
world over." Everyone chuckled except Alyssa and Joseph who just stared
at another. They held hands as Bruce said grace. Joseph and Alyssa used
to always play this game, whether at church or the dinner table where
they squeezed each other's hand harder and harder until one gave up.
But not today. Joseph squeezed her hand and got nothing in response. He
looked to her and saw her knees bouncing wildly as the nerves built.

Joseph turned to his father while the others had their eyes closed and
head bowed, but John Conright didn't either. His iron jaw was clenched
as he stared daggers at Joseph and what he was wearing.

"Amen." Everyone else said. Forks and knives clanged on plates as they
dug into breakfast.

"Joseph," Father started and Jo mentally began pulling on his armor and
dawning his shield. "So nice for you to join your family for breakfast
for once... if only clean clothes can join you, too." Bruce and Thomas
snickered trying to lighten the comment or enhance it.

"I'm telln you mom," Stephanie droned on to Mother. "If Daddy doesn't
make an example of this Officer, the Conright name might be..."

"Sorry, I missed the family viewing party last night, Dad," Joseph
replied. "I heard your spontaneous, emotional, and heartfelt comment,
had quite the effect."

Stephanie quieted down quickly as the awkward air slowly brewed. "Ohh,
it's okay." Father said drinking his coffee. "You're 18, graduating
soon, and had Prom last night. I wouldn't want to deprive you of that."

"Actually, I didn't go," Jo replied.

"What?" Father snapped.

Thomas looked between the two of them. "Bro, how could you not go?"

"It's easy publicity," Bruce added on. "You show up with a nice car and
expensive tux and you make local papers."

"You'll regret it," Thomas added.

"Alyssa didn't go either!" Stephanie blurted out. The men paused before
turning back to Joseph.

"How can you be so selfish?" Bruce accused. "It's election season.
Every story matters, like Dad says."

Joseph laughed and turned to Bruce, "maybe you should ask Dad to stand
so you have an easier time at kissing his ass."

"Wha-" a flare of anger shot through Bruce's face.

"Joseph!" Mother denounced.

"Sorry," Jo said staring at his brother Bruce. "In no way does Bruce
ever ever Kiss Dad's ass..."

"I've got..." Alyssa blurted out. "...something to... say." Jo turned
to her almost wanting to tell her 'no, don't do it.' He could already
feel his family's wrath taking aim.

"I didn't go to prom either last night... with Jeffery," Alyssa said
nervously. "Because I'm not really dating Jeffery..."

"Haha I knew it," Stephanie laughed. "Who would date you?" Jo shot her
a look.

"Stephanie!" Mother warned, again.

Denise spoke in almost a whisper over the table, "you've got two more
years for Prom, hon. It's okay. I didn't go to prom my sophomore year,
either."

Father didn't care about Alyssa's attendance or not. Father always
treated her with indifference. She was not stick-thin skinny and did
not cake on make up like Stephanie, so photo ops with her were not
necessary. He was fine with keeping her out of the news.

"That's fine, Alyssa-" Mother started.

"...and..." Alyssa continued. Even Joseph felt a ball of nerves forming
in his gut. "And. Ahh... I'm dating someone else... ... Her name's
Sam."

For the briefest of seconds hung a moment of calm while the table
processed. Like the time between seeing a flash of a nuclear bomb and
hearing the explosion.

"Hahahaha!" Stephanie tried to cover her mouth. "I knew you were a
dyke!"

"Alyssa! I mean- Stephanie!" A flustered Mother snapped. "Quiet!
Alyssa, honey... Are you sure you're..."

Joseph watched Bruce and Thomas watch their father.

"Gay? Yes, mom, I'm sure I'm gay," Alyssa responded. "I've been gay as
long as I can remember. And now I'm sick of hiding it. Sam is sick of
hiding it. Everyone can fucking know."

"Haha Can I switch seats with someone?" Stephanie continued
relentlessly.

Jo leaned over the table to see Stephanie's face, "how about you just
move your seat into traffic, and solve God's mistake right now, huh?"

Before Mother could try, Father's voice boomed. "Today. Of all days?"

"I'm sorry Dad! I just thought-" Alyssa spoke with tears already
filling her eyes.

"Thought! Thought!?" John Conright stood. "Of course you're gay! You
dress the part, never have boys over, except that queer one, but now.
After a month of planning of finally, topping the polls, you want a
Republican Congressman to announce his daughter is gay?!"

Alyssa's face was buried in her palms as she cried. Joseph shot to his
feet, "Dad shut up!"

"Screw you, Dad!" Alyssa pushed away from the table and ran for the
stairs.

"Don't talk to him like that!" Bruce stood in front of Jo. "He's just
telling the truth. She's been in the closet this long, it can wait
another year."

Joseph pushed Bruce who immediately went for Jo's legs pushing him onto
the dinner table.

"You stupid fuckn-" Joseph swore as he punched Bruce's ribs.

Everyone screamed and legs of chairs screeched on the hard wood floor.
Arms wrapped around Jo's chest and his brother's as they were pulled
apart. Jo was pulled around the corner to the living room.

"Take a deep breath!" Thomas ordered.

"Get off me!" Joseph pulled away, pacing in the doorway.

Thomas held his hands up, "easy...easy, Bro."

"Piece of shit!" Joseph yelled about no one as he struck the wall.

"Alyssa, honey!" Jo heard his mother yell for his sister as she stormed
down the stairs and ran outside. Jo's thoughts were cloudy at best.
Simply being around his family was like poison suffocating his lungs.
Every time they talked or he saw their face it only showed him how
unbearable living there truly was for him.

His father entered the room. His hands already on his hips as he eyed
his only disappointment for a son. The son that was politically
useless...

"Well, Joseph," Father said. "It seems turning 18 doesn't stop you from
acting juvenile."

"It also doesn't make your assholeness more tolerable," Jo said,
stiffening his chest for a fight. John Conright's jaw angled down on
his son. As a child, his father would spank him or take his belt to his
ass for talking back. In adolescence as Joseph's smart mouth grew so
did his size, and Father could only punish with vague threats of
spankings and a looming figure to stand over Jo. Now a man, Jo was
about as tall as his Dad and physically stronger.

As he poked the bear, Joseph could see his father's thoughts cycling
through punishments, extortions, black mail, and threats. Trying to
think of a way to put Jo back in his place. He knew threatening to cut
Joseph off from the family and sending him off on his own was no
threat, because Jo wanted it. And once free, Jo would be even more of a
political liability and his Dad would have no control over him.

The stare down lasted a long moment before Thomas broke the ice. "Jo,
maybe everyone's emotions were high, so Dad didn't say it the best way,
but he's right. This kinda thing is what gets a politician unelected.
Dad provides for this family by holding office. He's only thinking of
the family as a whole."

Joseph sneered a dirty snicker as he shook his head, "I can't tell if
you actually believe that shit, Thomas, or if you're just as full of
shit as hi-"

"Enough!" Their Dad boomed. "Thomas? See to the girls." Thomas gave a
final look to the two of them before leaving the room.

"You've always fought me," Mr. Conright said. "I gave you this house,
cars, opportunity... none of it is good enough for you. You're a
spoiled brat and you'll never listen to me. Can't dress nice for press
pictures, won't do sports, won't even go to church to make your mom
happy. But you do care about your sister Alyssa..."

John Conright crossed his arms as he glared at Jo with the slightest of
smirks in the corner of his mouth. "I don't have time to deal with you
or your stupid adolescent problems. I've tried for 18 years, if you
haven't learned now, you won't. I've got election season starting and
now, I have to deal with Alyssa's queer bullshit. So this is what you
will do. You will go to church from now until election. You will dress
well, and you will show up to every family function that is
photographed by the press. And besides those times, you will stay out
of the press and do nothing to embarrass the family or jeopardize the
election. That means no stunts, no fights, nothing stupid shared on
social media. Finally, you will find your queer sister and convince her
to stay closeted until my PR team can run some polls and come up with a
strategy for this mess she creat-"

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Jo exploded. "You're... I would
never do any of that for you! I will never do any of that, ever!"

"Yes, you will," his Dad spoke calmly as he stepped into Jo's personal
space. Jo tensed considering the ramifications of punching his Dad. "If
you do not do every single one of those things to the letter, I will
cut you off from the family-"

"Go fucking ahead and do it!" Jo yelled.

"And I will cut Alyssa off from this family," his father finished.
Joseph's mouth hung open as he took a step back from his Dad. "I'll
kick her out from the house on her 18th birthday, not pay for her
college, and take her car away. But between now and then I will slowly
leak documents, videos, pictures of her to show her as the kind of
terrible, gay, ingrate who deserves to be cut off from her family."

Jo was speechless. He was prepared for battle with his Father. He knew
he'd take his share of wounds and hardships, but he didn't think John
Conright was capable of this. Their entire family knew Alysa well
enough to know she wasn't a strong willed person. She had a gift for
loving everyone she met unconditionally, until they gave her a reason
not to. She was impressionable and naïve, but a good person. His
Father knew this would crush her and worse.

John Conright stepped forward, again, and whispered, "I don't care how
small it is, if you do anything to risk this election, I will bury your
sister in dirt, then I will bury you."

They stared at one another, again, but this time it was different. This
time there was a shaky glass look in Joseph's eyes. A look of fear
swirled with anger that couldn't be tamed, while John's eyes were hard
as rock.

John Conright stepped back and said, "go. Get out of the house today. I
want you to think hard about how you will deliver what you owe me for
the summer. Go." He ordered.

As Joseph went to leave he saw Stephanie, his other sister hiding in
the hallway. Her body frozen and a twisted look of curious wonder on
her face as she processed whatever she overheard of their conversation.
Without even changing, Joseph got in his Charger and left. His Mother
saw him leaving and tried to call for him to stop, but Jo couldn't hear
anyone over his thoughts at that point.

The Crew.

Jo let himself into Anna's house as he always did and made for the
stairs. Anna's dad was a single parent of an odd daughter. He sold
insurance of some kind to fortune 500 companies around the world, so he
was never home but always had plenty of money.

When Jo started down the stairs he wasn't trying to be quiet, but
Anna's house had one of those rare stare cases that didn't have a
creaky stair in it. By the time he was half way down he could already
hear his friends.

"-would you shut up, he's gunna be here any minute," Jo heard Anna
whisper. He stopped short before completing the final stairs and
revealing himself.

"He's not here yet!" Michael said. "I just- I don't know. It's his
fuckin' birthday, maybe- maybe we should wait to tell him."

"What if she's at that club?"

"After that? No way she's there."

"God, I hate clubs, they're soo... loud and-"

"Goddammit, Josh, can you stay on fucking topic!"

"What's up sluts?" Joseph said feeling too uncomfortable to continue
spying.

His friends exchanged a quick glance of apprehension that filled a
pregnant pause.

"Hey hoe." Michael said putting his phone in his pocket.

"Tsup bitch." Josh said taking a drink.

"You guys are idiots," Anna finally said. They sat on a grouping of
plush black leather couches that formed a horse shoe around a coffee
table stacked with half full liquor bottles, cans of beer, and various
snacks spilled open. A large TV mounted ahead of them displayed a video
game on pause. There was a pool table with balls knocked about on top
behind the couches on the other side of the stairs entrance.

"Why? Do you prefer to be called hoe?" Michael said with a smirk.

Anna held up her fist, "go ahead, needle dick. See what happens."

"What is that your dick pumping hand?" Michael laughed followed by Josh
and Jo cracking up. Anna lunged from the couch. "Oh shit!" Michael
followed suit, clamoring over the back of his couch. He circled the
pool table while being hunted by Anna. The cat and mouse game ended
with Michael tripping in his drunken stuper and falling in front of the
couches only to be pummeled by Anna's body punches until he submitted.

Anna was the only one of the three he went to school with. Anna was
also the only person at school he actually hung out with- besides his
girlfriend, Lindsay, of course. Michael who had a soft stomach, messy
hair, and thin glasses, and Josh who was skinny with a shaved head,
both went to S. Brook High. Public school. They were friends of Anna's
that quickly became Jo's seeing as though he had none. But Anna was the
interesting one. She was tall with an athletic build and hidden curves
under her layered clothing. Keeping her blond hair in a ponytail, she
usually wore jeans and men's t-shirts. Somedays she'd wear a form
fitting top under a hoody, but never by itself.

Joseph took a hard swig of Tequila from the bottle as the others
laughed and Anna stood over Michael. His mind still swirled with what
they were talking about. Part of him wanted to just say it aloud, and
stop the drama. But really he wanted to turn his thoughts off. He
didn't want to think of graduation, college, politics, or any of this
bullshit. He wanted to just get fucking annihilated drunk tonight and
forget everything.

Jo took another drink and texted his sister.

'Al!'

'Wat!' She replied.

After leaving the house this morning he called her while driving out of
town. She was still in tears but over at her girlfriend's house, at
least. He stayed on the phone with her until he could at least get her
to laugh some and told her it would all be alright. He didn't tell her
about their Father's threat to cut her off from the family and ruin her
life if Jo didn't obey. She had enough on her plate... He spent the
rest of the day alone in his car or walking trails in the woods, which
was not uncommon for him to do. He waited till Anna started texting him
how his Birthday was going before heading over to her place.

'U stayn at ambers 2night?' Jo texted.

'si.' Alyssa replied

'slut'

'Lol! fuck you. U dying of alcohol poisoning somewhere tonight?'

'lol si' Joseph was glad she was sounding more like herself.

'make sure u pass out face down on top of a hill'

'lol wtf y?'

'so you don't drown in a vomit puddle idiot!'

'lol best advice ever.'

"Jo, you gunna jack off on your phone all night, or you gunna drink!"
Josh kicked his leg.

Jo kicked him back with a grin, "fuckn' drank!" They cheers'd fifths of
tequila.

"Hold up hold up..." Michael shot to his feet and grabbed a fifth of
whiskey for himself and Anna.

"God help me..." Anna mumbled to herself as she took it.

"To our boy, Jo Jo turn'n 18! Happy Birthday, asshole." They clanked
bottles and each waterfall'd several shots into their mouths. Half of
which Josh spit across the floor and Michael. Another fight ensued.

The taxi came sooner than anticipated, as always, and everyone
scrambled. Anna had probed Joseph over what had happened earlier with
the family breakfast, but Joseph glossed over the details and Anna
caught the hint to the change in subject. More alcohol ensued.

Anna got the phone and slobbered her way through the conversation
telling the driver they'll be right there. Everyone took a frantic swig
of tequila before stumbling over each other in giggles out the door.

"You go to bar?" The driver asked suspiciously staring at the troop of
teenagers cramming into his car. Anna sat up front with the driver as
the guys piled into the back.

"Ow! Goddammit Josh," Joseph yelled as Josh's bony hips smashed into
his.

"Hhsss not me," Josh said. "Its gigantor here!"

"Fuck your mother," Michael said trying to squeeze in the back.

"Anna!!" Josh cried. "Switch with thunder cheeks back here!"

"Umm no," Anna said. "Sarb-sorby. Er-" Anna covered her flush cheeks as
she giggled. "Sorry about them- um. No- no bar. It's a house we're
going to. A house..."

"Anna!!" Josh cried again. "Come on! You can sit between me and Jo
Jo..."

Joseph couldn't help but feel a pull of uncomfortableness strain in his
throat as he waited to see if she would sit beside him. Anna had always
been hesitant to sit beside him, he'd noticed. Hesitant to touch him
even. She'd always hugged Josh and Michael, even some other boys he
didn't know at their school but the most contact she chose to give
Joseph was the occasional punch, slap, or push. He didn't understand it
but he never forced the issue. He figured she didn't trust him as much
as the others yet, or maybe didn't like him as much. Whatever.

"Anna!!"

"Annaa!" Michael joined in chorus.

"Goddam-" Anna stormed to the back of the car and switched seats with
Michael, letting him fall to the concrete. She sat with Josh between
her and Joseph.

"Ahh okay," the cab driver said. "We go now?"

"We go now," Michael repeated.

"Haha okay."

The private party was thrown by a classmate, Robbie Tommens, at Club
Rain. Tommen was another trust fund boy with poor supervision, but he
was everyone's friend at school. Because he had the market cornered
when it came to weed at Lawrence High. Even the owner at Club Rain owed
him a favor or two, apparently, seeing as though they opened their door
to a private party of high schoolers. Everyone came to Robbie's
parties. Though most came driving their daddy's Ferrari and not in a
taxi.

"Seriously? 800 people?!" Michael asked as he passed a soda bottle
filled with whiskey back to Anna.

"842," the cab driver nodded.

Anna coughed swallowing a shot and passing it on, "all of them'er
boatboat- boat workers?" She laughed covering her face.

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"Didja have any hot Indian ladies that worked for ya?" Josh downed a
shot as Michael laughed.

"Ooohh, hehe no women, no."

"Yeeah... I'd go to America too."

The cab took a left down a busy road and turned into a parking lot. The
spaces in the lot were lined with a rainbow assortment of expensive
cars that glistened in the moonlight.

"Okay now," the cab driver said. "It will be $68."

"You heard him, sugar tits, pay the man!" Michael roared with a laugh
as he stood up.

"I'mmgunna make you my bitch," Anna slurred a laugh as she searched for
her purse. "Goddammit!"

"What?" Joseph asked.

"I forgot my purse at 'ome, shit!"

"Likely story!" Josh pointed.

"I got it," Joseph said reaching for his wallet.

"No, it's your birthday!" Michael shouted. "We got this. Josh, come on,
fork it up." Joseph watched as Josh and Michael scrounged together $71
to cover the fare, and in that moment, felt more with family around
these three that he'd known for a year than when he was with his real
family, Al excluded. He knew that Josh and Michael were not trust fund
babies and had no money that they didn't earn in their pockets.

"Lets go, sluts!" Josh said leading the way to the house.

The Party.

"Shots!"

The club was a mash of every stereo type imaginable. Nerds, band geeks,
jocks, rockers, sluts... When The DJ blasted a beat that reverberated
through the dark dance floor and echoed along the crowded bar to the
private seating that flashed in low blue lighting.

"Lets goo!" Josh groaned over the music.

"Noooo!" Michael yelled. "Are you fuggin kidding this is awesome!"

"Shuddup! Where- where is he?" Anna said fumbling to grab the nearly
empty bottle of whiskey on the center table. She had lost her hair tie
hours ago as she brushed her blond curls to one side. "I still think we
should tell 'im."

"Who?" Michael asked.

"Joseppph!"

"Pretty sure you said nott to tell him," Michael searched through the
dozens of empty beers littered around their private booth they staked
claim to the second they arrived. While the more club savvy veterans
grinded on the dance floor, groping each other and comingling
throughout the place, Anna and her crew didn't stray too far from their
own.

"I juss don't want to keep secrets from him."

"Oh my goddd," Joseph droned into his hands. "I'm literashly standn'
right here!"

Josh, Michael, and Anna shot up and saw Joseph standing with four beers
clutched between his fingers.

"Oh, heyyy buddy..."" Josh said through an awkward grin. "Where'd you
get the beers?"

"This chick witha weirdass name at the bar, bought me-" Joseph nearly
spilt two beers pushing them onto the table. "Hey! Don'ts change the
subjects- just tell me already, what is this big secret?"

"You are not nearly drunker enough than you should be," Michael yelled
over the music as he slapped the side of Jo's arm. Jo looked to Anna
who bit her lip looking to Michael or Josh to speak.

"Umm..." Josh started.

"What. Is. Up! My birthday boyyyy!?" A voice rang from behind Jo before
he was tackled by a bear hug around his arms. The shaggy hair
blanketing Jo's face mixed with the extreme odor of weed gave away his
attacker immediately.

"Tommen, what's up man?" Jo turned having to grab the wall to keep from
falling.

"Dude, I been talkn' to the bouncer. He's got some crazy fuckn'
stories, you know what I mean?"

"I'm sure-"

"Look at this shit!" Tommen yelled at the dance floor. Hundreds of
bodies mashed into another. It was beyond midnight and not even the AC
could keep the humid fog of all of the body heat from raising in the
air. "What's up Anna- boys?" Tommen said looking at the rest of the
gang. "Hey, Jo Jo, my man, I'm sorry to hear about this bullshit you
going through, on your birthday! No less! Harsh."

"What you mean?" Jo shook his head. At first he thought Tommen was
talking about the political drama with his father, but realized if it
didn't have to do with the legalization of Marijuana, Tommen didn't
follow politics. Jo wished he didn't follow politics. The mere thought
of his father brought bile to his mouth. Stomach acid to splash to his
tongue.

"Baby!" Her high pitch voice slammed into his side as Lindsay wrapped
her legs around him. "I've been looking for you everywhere!"

"Hey..." Joseph fell against the wall catching her. Her lips mashed
against his sloppily and drunk. Her legs slid down his bodily
lifelessly.

"I'mmmm just gunna..." Tommen backed away slowly before disappearing
into the crowd. Jo could taste the peach vodka on her tongue and smell
the rich coat of pot covering her skin. Jo broke the kiss separating
her from him. "Whoa now."

"Mmmm," Lindsay swooned a drunken look up to Jo. "I... missed you..."

"Someone's been pregamin' hard," Jo said holding her hips. "How-how was
your car show?" He looked up and saw a shadow move by him. It was Anna.
She shot a glare in his direction as she stomped towards the bar.
What's her problem?

"What are you doing? Let's dance! Lets go and-" Lindsay's hand slid
down his abdomen and groped the crotch of his pants.

"Whoa-" Jo brushed her hands from his jeans and felt a vibration
permeate from his pocket. He reached back to his pocket and retrieved
his phone figuring it was his sister.

"You're legal now, baby," Lindsay whispered loudly as she turned. She
grinded her tight sharp ass in wide circles against his crotch. "Maybe
you deserve a treat."

"Oh yeah?" Jo spoke half interested. His home screen showed a text from
an unknown number. Flashes of annoyance filled his thoughts as he
thought of his father or brother sending reminders of being on his best
behavior.

It didn't even make sense since it wouldn't be an unknown number
texting if it was in fact his family but that was the worst part. The
illogical worry. It was that he was 18 and his own man now, but still
he was just a pawn under his father's thumb. Even swallowing 5 beers
and an insurmountable amount of whiskey couldn't hide his worry. That
voice in the back of his head. The ball in the bottom of his throat.
The suffocating feeling that this is his life now and forever. Looking
at his incoming texts and calls, worried it would be his overseer
warning him, directing him... controlling him.

He clicked the message. It was a video. It was a crowded house party.
He recognized a face or two from school. Assholes he'd never talk to.
Then the video went dark and it was a bedroom. There was a built guy
shirtless with his jeans around his ankle fucking a girl from behind.
She had dirty blonde hair. He couldn't hear the video over the base in
club but Joseph moved the phone closer to his face anyways. It was
Blake laughing in the video. It was Lindsay moaning in the video. It
was Blake laughing as he fucked Lindsay from behind.

The Drink.

"What?" Lindsay asked turning around. Joseph had dropped his hands from
Lindsay's sides. He stared at the video that wouldn't stop. She giggled
in the video and made faces like she was a porn star. Joseph turned his
shoulder pushing Lindsay away from him. "What the fucks-"

"Fucking you!" Jo yelled still watching his phone. "Fucking you!"

"Joseph!" Lindsay yelled. Josh and Michael looked at each other
awkwardly.

"Fucking you too!?" Joseph thrusted his phone in her face so she could
see. He felt the welt in the bottom of his throat swell. He felt the
voice in the back of his head scream. "You!?"

In his rage he felt his eyes blur and hand tremble. He can't trust
ANYONE. When his eyes focused he saw passed Lindsay's shoulder to the
man grinning behind her. Blake Sweet stood with his friends surrounding
him. Blake Sweet with the half popped collar and swollen shirt. Blake
Sweet who is the embodiment of everything Joseph was not.

"Seriously?!" Lindsay turned on him sharply. "You fucking sent it out!"

Blake smiled with shrug as his boys laughed falling on each other's
shoulders. Joseph shouldered past Lindsay nearly causing her to fall.

Blake beamed a grin, "really, I was doing you a favor by letting you
know your girl's a slu-"

Joseph's fist cracked across Blake's jaw sending him spinning to the
floor. Before he could throw the next blow, hands were gripping and
pulling at his arms and chest. "Fuckn asshole!"

"Blake!" Lindsay yelled shouldering past Joseph. Blake lied face down
motionless. "Jos- Jo! Listen- wait, just wait,"

"Get out of 'ere!" Anna shouted shoving Lindsey by the side.

"Bitch," Lindsey whined.

Jo ripped his arms from the grip of strangers that still restrained
him, glaring at the woman he thought was his girlfriend. "I was talking
to you, you fucking asshole."

"Oh my god, Blake, Blake wake up," Lindsay leaned over Blake as he
groaned awake.

"Dude, you knocked him the fuck out." Josh laughed from behind Jo.
Blake stirred and his friends gathered him and his rubbery limbs. Jo
half expected a brawl- probably ending in his pummeling, but to his
surprise Jo was only shot a few jagged looks before Blake was helped
away with Lindsey sniffling in toe.

"Bad fucking ass," Michael said slapping Joseph on the shoulder.

Jo whipped around, "You guys knew? All of you?" He glared at Anna the
hardest. "Thanks, friends. Leave me to be fucking blindsided."

"Joseph I'm-" Anna yelled after him.

Jo walked away for the bar, "forget it, I'll find my own way home."

No one. No ONE! Joseph sat at the bar with his fists clenched and a
snarling growing across his lips. No one no one no one- I am absolutely
alone. I have no one! He wanted a drink or ten to forget himself. To
forget the world, but he wasn't even old enough to order one. What's
the point of this world? This life? Any of this shit. His mind replayed
the drunken camera footage of his ex-girlfriend getting fucked in his
mind over and over. The whole thing- her dating me, being with me, it
was all a joke. A big fucking joke on him...

"Looks like someone could use a drink..." A lady spoke sitting in the
empty stool beside him. She was skinny. Her red top breezed open and
closed with every movement. It had slits along the sides of the fabric
revealing her waist and stomach. But no matter the amount of skin she
showed on her hips, it was not enough to distract from her large firm
breasts that pointed for Joseph. "You owe me one, remember?"

"Oh yea- yeah, right," Jo shook his head remembering. She was the girl
across the bar who'd bought him beers earlier in the night. "Sorry its-
I'm..." he sighed, shaking his head. "Funny... I'm actually not old
enough to buy alcohol."

She leaned in closer, "me neither," she whispered with a naughty grin.
"Three shots of tequila." She said to the bar tender with three fingers
then turned back to Jo, "it helps if you have big tits."

Jo laughed with the girl, "I'm sorry, thanks for the drinks I just-"

"What? Oh my god, are you gay?" She asked.

"No! no, I-"

"I mean I didn't think a gay guy could punch a guy like that."

"I'm straight I'm just..." Jo looked to the ceiling as if god would
break through to give him an alternate story to tell. "I turned 18
today, but my prick father has black mailed me into being his bitch for
life. My girlfriend and only friends have hid the fact that my
girlfriend- ex-girlfriend had been fucking a piece of shit at school
behind my back."

"Wow..." The girl said sliding a shot in front of him. "So you just
turned 18?" she said with a coy smile. Her long blonde hair floated
over her lips.

Jo laughed rubbing his face as if to wipe the stress free and looked
around the crowded bar. "You know, there's a sea of douchebags ripe for
the pickings here, right?"

"Don't try to convince her otherwise," another woman said, reaching
between them at the bar. "I've already tried." The woman had long
flowing auburn hair. She wore a short navy blue dress that barely
covered her ass cheek as she leaned. She grabbed the third shot that
was in front of no one and drank it fast.

"This is my friend, Jasmine, and I've done the bad boy thing before,
ugh. Always disappointing. You're not bad..."

Joseph circled the rim of his shot glass with his finger as Jasmine
took a stool on the opposite side of her friend. "And what makes you so
sure I'm a good guy?"

"I said you're not a bad guy," she said pulling her blonde hair back
and to the side, revealing her long slender neckline. "I hope you're
not a good guy."

Joseph smirked raising his shot to hers, "my name's Joseph, by the
way."

"Call me Strawberry," she said seductively, licking her lips before
they downed their tequila.

The After Party.

Jo attempted to ease himself to the futon in the dark room but more
fell-tripped into sitting down on it. Luckily, his lady friend was busy
whispering to her friend through the cracked door to notice. It was not
very large, but every wall had some kind of love seat or couch against
it. There were small lamps on the wall that gave off a low glow of blue
light, which was just enough to illuminate the furniture. "Thisssis
very unsanitary," Joseph made a face at Strawbarry who drunkenly closed
the door with her back. "Can yous imagine how bright this room'd be
with ah black light?"

The bass from the club still beat through the walls. Strawbarry walked
wobble legged on her heels and giggled as she mounted him. Her hands
bracing on his chest, she started to cuing even before her lips touched
his. Joseph's hands cupped her lower back as her blonde hair shrouded
their face and almost in slow motion, her lips fell to his. She kissed
him soft at first, then breathing him in she pressed harder on him,
kissing messily. Her hips dug into his. Her hands were busy stripping
him down. First his shirt, then her fingers went to work on his belt in
a frenzy. Jo wished he could contribute more to the effort but
multitasking was not much of an option at this juncture. In fact,
considering how much he drank in the past hour, consciousness would
have been debatable if he didn't have a gorgeous 19 year old undressing
him.

She slid down between his legs like a serpent with a devious smile as
she licked her lips. Her right breast already falling from her red top.
She struggled with his cloth belt for a moment but Joseph was in a
trance staring at her face. She's waay hotter than Lindsay... fuck
Lindsay. Stop fucking thinking about any of them!

"I guesss Ishould probably help you that belt huh?" Jo said with a
goofy giggle.

"Yea ya jerkshahah," Strawberry laughed pressing her head to the thigh
of his pants, giving up. She made a pouty face as her right hand rubbed
the crotch of his jeans and she groped his hard shaft. "Mmm I want
it..." She wined like a child.

"That's if it even works," Jo undid his belt easily and paused. "Did I
just say that out loud?"

Strawberry collapsed into his lap in a giggling frenzy.

"I think I'm drunker than I think I thought-" Jo shook his head
laughing with her. "No. I'm done talk."

She pulled his jeans down and palmed his restrained cock through his
boxers. "Mmm... I'll mmmake it work!"

Joseph gave her two thumbs up and kept his mouth shut. Does she even
remember my name? I don't even know this girl. What if she has herpes?
I don't even know her name. Yes. You do. Strawberry... no way. Maybe
its Barry... and she added straw...

"Oh my gawd!" Strawberry said, though Joseph was still unsure if that
truly was her legal name. His delayed reaction was more delayed than he
realized. By the time he tried to ask 'what,' Strawbarry had ran to the
door. She disappeared out the room leaving the door wide open and
Joseph sitting naked with a pair of boxers around his knees.

"Well..." Joseph said to himself. His hands fell heavy, smacking his
thighs. People walked pass the door too and from the bathroom and Jo
laughed at the randomness of where he found himself. What is going on?
I can't even feel my face. He rolled his head from side to side on the
back of the couch. ...this room has to be used exclusively for sex...

Strawberry fell into the door and she stumbled to her feet. "See!" She
pointed at Joseph. Jasmine walked in the room and before onlookers
followed, Strawberry closed the door, finally.

"Oh my-" Jasmine repeated walking closer. Joseph followed their eyes
down to his crotch and saw his half limp member slumped over his thigh.
"You're a natural born star, huh?" Jasmine's hand fell to his shoulder
as she clumsily sat beside him, curling her slender legs up to her
side. Jasmine was older some. Maybe mid-twenties? With more of a tan
and a curvy plumpness to her ass and tits, some could argue her
sexiness over Strawberry.

"Hey, handsssoff missy," Strawberry sat on the other side of him. Her
hand grabbed his cock like a toy in the sandbox. "This one's mine-
Godd. It's like a whip haha." She whipped his cock left to right and
watched the head bob back and forth. "I never realized how fun these
are before!" Strawberry giggled. Joseph remained smizen. Half smiling,
half frozen as he was attacked by beautiful women.

Is this real life? He felt like he needed to slap himself to know, but
thought it'd ruin the moment if it was real life.

"I mean you work with big cockssall day buts you don't get to play with
them, you know?" Strawberry mused still shaking his member. Her
movements turned from playful to full strokes going from the balls to
the tip of his cock unexpectedly.

"Ohm," Jo released an unexpected moan.

"Mmmmm..." Strawberry curled into crook of his neck at the sound of his
cu. Biting her lip, she nuzzled below his ear.

"How big is it?" Jasmine asked, her hand cupping his inner thigh as she
slid it down and back up again.

"I don't know..." Jo shrugged.

"You never measured?!" Strawberry slapped his chest playfully.

"Doo most guys do measure that?" Joseph asked, making a face.

"Liar..." Jasmine added.

"Nooo I'm not, but howbout thiss. I'll let you measure it if you tell
me one thing," Jo held up a finger. "...is Strawberry your real name?"

The girls looked at another and collapsed to his thighs in a giggling
fit.

Strawberry flicked her hair to one side as she swung her leg over his
hips. Her left hand held his shaft firm, pressing it between their
smushed stomachs, stroking it some as she tongued his left ear,
shooting shivers down his spine. "It's more of a flavor really," she
said his ear. "Want to taste?" She whispered, pulling back far enough
to make eye contact.

Before he could answer, she had dropped her spaghetti strap from her
right shoulder and pulled out her large breasts from her dress. Needing
no more invitation, Josephs hand palmed the side of her boobs as his
tongue made a long hard lap on her erect nipple. His free hand gripped
Strawberry's hips grinding them on his lap as his lips encircled her
nipple and she began to moan and the grip of her palm tightened around
his shaft.

His first thought was, wait, this doesn't taste like Strawberry?? But
the clumsy pumping of his shaft reminded him- whatever. Joseph squeezed
her left ass cheek and bit the tip of her nipple slightly making her
free hand grab at his hair as her thighs clenched in his lap.

She moved down after a moment and kissed him hard. Her lips were wet
and warm like how Jo was already imagining the inside of her pussy
would be. Jasmine had disappeared from sight as he closed his eyes. His
tongue twirled with hers as he palmed her firm tit roughly and she
moaned. Eyes closed, Joseph felt Strawberry start to move to his side
while holding the kiss, and he went to follow but was stopped.

Jasmine's lips were kissing gently down his ribs as she stole glances
up at him. Her long, straight, auburn hair breezed over his thigh as he
saw her hand replace Strawberry's around his shaft. By now his cock was
throbbing. I don't know who I'd call, but if this ended right now, I'd
have to call someone about this hard on 4 hours from now, he thought.

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She stroked his shaft, Jasmine's eyes locked with his the entire time.
Even as she licked and kissed my soft head. Then like a dildo from a
porno she smacked her cheek with my cock three times. In pornos,
Josephs always laughed at scenes like that or skipped them. It was like
cumming on a girl's face. Why was that hot? It doesn't do anything for
me. But this was different. This gorgeous woman could have anyone she
wants man or woman, and she picked him. She was in his lap, looking in
his eyes, wanting his cock, and she liked it. She wanted the cock on
her face. And he throbbed harder for it.

Jo moved his hand down to her cheek, cupping it and immediately,
Jasmine wrapped her lips around his thumb. She sucked on it and he felt
her tongue drag the length of it, while never breaking the hard stare
she gave.

"Hey," Strawberry said raising his eyes by his chin. "Eyes up here." It
was either a world record stripping time, or Joseph was way drunker
than he realized because when his eyes returned to Strawberry, who was
straddling his right thigh, was naked now. In auto pilot, Joseph's
hands moved to her plump tits that showed tan lines around the nipples
and below.

"Ugh..." He leaned back closing his eyes as the head of his cock was
engulfed by warm lips and a drenched mouth. He felt Jasmine's tongue
slither down the spine of his shaft as Strawberry giggled and attacked
her easy prey. Kissing hard, Joseph's hands worked Strawberry's body.

Moving from her face to her neck, cupping her breasts and rubbing down
her curvy frame, Joseph kept his eyes shut as he couldn't keep from
rolling his eyes back the deeper Jasmine's lips went. Jasmine sucked
and slurped noisily at the bulb of his cock, drinking down his pre-cum
before lowering down his shaft again. Fuck... Jo's right hand cupped
Strawberry's ass, squeezing her ass cheek before sliding down her ass
crack. She moaned as his hand brushed down to her soaked pussy lips and
he felt the sticky cling of her cum web in his fingers.

"Ooohhh..." Strawberry sighed. Two fingers hooked inside her pussy lips
and they swallowed them whole. Sliding them as far as he could, he
pulled out only to push back in faster and faster. Her hips grinded
wildly on Joseph's thigh as her eye brows went high and her eyes got
weak. "Yeesss.. Oh fuck yess..."

Strawberry's face fell to his right shoulder as her body flexed and
writhed, building in anticipation. Her hot breath bathing his tingling
neck as she cried out. "Finger...Finger fuck me! Yesss mmm I love it, I
love it- yes!"

Joseph looked down to see Jasmine plunge deep down his shaft, holding
the head of his cock against the back of her throat. "Mmmfuck," Joseph
managed as his eyes went blurry from the spasm the head of his cock
made. She released coming up for one breath and allowing a string of
saliva to drape his cock before she hurried back down to taste. Jasmine
held most of her black hair in a ponytail with her left hand. Jo
reached down and grabbed it from her as her lips locked around his head
and her tongue flickered on his urethra.

"Ahhmmm mm m-my turn," Strawberry trembled as she stood. Her blinking
was slow and in a daze. Jasmine raised from his cock. Licking and
sucking up his chest to his neck. She grabbed his face ravenously and
pulled his lips to hers. They exchanged a drunken kiss as she groaned
into him. He felt Strawberry pumping his shaft in her tiny hand before
turning around. Jo watched as she back her ass up into her lap. Bracing
herself on his knee she lowered her wet pussy on the head of his cock.
Jasmine paused to help guide his shaft inside her friend.

Strawberry panted, turning and looking helplessly at Jasmine. Jasmine
cupped her cheek and gave her friend a messy passionate kiss. Joseph's
hands went to Strawberry's ass as he squeezed guiding her down and
raising his hips.

"Ohhh my god..." Strawberry let out a high pitched moan as she flicked
her hair back. Jo watched her ass begin to rise and fall bouncing on
the top half of his cock as she fucked him. Her hips moving on their
own as she grinded on him harder, going up and down. Joseph felt her
warm tight pussy squeeze his cock as she fucks him. She looked over her
shoulder giving him a devious look of pleasure as she leaned forward on
his knees.

"Hey..." Jasmine cupped his chin, pulling his eyes up. "Eyes up here,
Mister." In his drunken staring at Strawberry, he missed Jasmine
standing on the couch and straddling him. Jo realized he was watching
Strawberry through between Jasmine's thighs as he looked up. Jasmine
hiked up her dress high enough so she could lean forward squatting.

He felt the heat from her pussy before his tongue was even inside her.
Her wet warmth swallowing him as she pressed her hips down on his
mouth. He made long laps along the center of her sensitive flesh as he
heard her moans through his thigh ear muffed ears. He felt Strawberry
pick up the pace as she slammed her ass down on his dick harder and
harder. She worked it hard enough that he throbbed and could barely
feel a thing below his waste as this girl used him as fuck toy.

"Fuck fuck ohmygawd!" Strawberry cried. "Fuck me fuck me yesyesyesyes!"
Her body became tight and jittery as she shuttered in his lap. "I'm
cumming I'm fuckin ohhh god! Fuck me yessss!!"

Jasmine was in a place out of this hemisphere head swam in the stars as
she rode Jo's face wild. Pushing down when she wanted his tongue
deeper, grinding when she wanted it everywhere.

"MMMmmmmMMmm!" Jasmine's moans were powerful as she squeezed and
released his face with her thighs. "Goddd yess... fuck." She groped her
breasts pushing them together as he grabbed her ass holding her tight
to his face. Gasping for air, Jo pulled his lips back and wrapped
around her clit. He felt light flashing in front of his face. Pulling
her skin back his lips locked on her clit, his tongue making face hard
licks on its tip. "Godd... Ugh... ahhhh! Just like that just like-
fuck!" Jasmine shuddered as Jo swallowed her juices. Her pussy grinded
on Josephs chin and five o'clock shadow. She shuddered and held the
moment before collapsing beside Joseph limp.

"Mmmm you taste yummy..." Strawberry mumbled as she kissed Jo's lips.
Her cell phone held in her hand.

"Are you kidding me?!" Jasmine said sitting up.

"I know I tried my best to make it go away, but..." Strawberry said
rubbing her pussy. Jasmine reached out and stroked Joseph's still hard
cock as she stood.

Joseph looked at his dick and whispered, "that's amazing..."

"Mmm Maybe I should give it a whirl..." Jasmine smiled.

The After After Party.

Joseph lied still with his eyes closed for... as long as he could. He
was afraid if he opened his eyes he'd instantly puked. At least that's
how he felt. But before long he had to know where he was. The light
blinded him as he squinted through the world. He was in a bed. There
were two beds. It was a hotel room.

"Hm-" Jo cupped his mouth. "Hulllll!" He was able to make to the edge
of the bed in time to puke on the floor. Once there was nothing left in
his stomach he lied on his side letting his stomach convulse for
several moments. "God help me..."

He was alone in someone else's hotel room... or his... he couldn't
remember. He moved down the bed and stumbled to the bathroom and saw a
mess of make-up, bags, and bottles. Two girls. From the club. I had sex
with one- two. "I had a threesome?" Joseph said shocked. Staring at the
mirror, his face was red and puffy. His eye could barely open as he
stumbled to the toilet and sat in front of it. On the floor beside the
toilet he saw his phone.

'8 missed calls.'

'43 New Text Messages.'

"Jesus..." he said to himself. Clicking through the messages he began
to read them.

'R u alive?' Alyssa texted.

'Seriously. Dead?' Alyssa texted.

'fucking wild!' Unknown number.

'party mother fucker!' Unknown number.

'call me asap!' Mom texted.

'Can I be you when I grow up' Josh texted.

'Hey this is amber from your math class. Had a blast last night!'
unknown number.

'cant believe u ko'd blake LOL!' Michael texted.

'sex god.' Unknown number.

'how many ppl u send that too?' unknown number.

'Video file...' Anna texted

Joseph clicked Anna's text which just had a video file with no text.
After a minute of playing the video he almost turned it off. The video
was all dark and seemed like the equivalent of a butt dial. An
accidental vid taken instead of picture. But then he saw the outline.
His outline. He saw thighs around his face. He saw Strawberry riding on
top of him. He panicked and fast forwarded the video to see the length.

24 minutes long...

He paused the video on a frame that showed his body, his cock, and his
face as he fucked Jasmine from behind while she fingered Strawberry on
the couch.

"Fuck..." whispered.

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