Verse
Star
- Joined
- May 8, 2011
Pleasure.
Before the end he will have ruined everything.
Rapture.
Merrick looked at the roadside as it hurried by. They were still on the highway. He could see half his face, where the sunlight hit it, in the cardoor glass. It was a big pane because it was a van. You'd think the motherfucking BANGBUS would have opted for privacy, but in the beginning, and still, having people wave from other cars was part of the immersion. Hard not to be immersed now, when he was sitting on stains that he'd been part in making, and looking at his features, at least half of them, that made it easier to cajole girls into this. The hard line of his lips told him what he already knew; that this was wrong.
But he liked it in part because it was wrong. Whatever hero complex he harbored helped the rush overtake him. At first it had just been an itch for the physical outlet, that alone was enough for almost everyone, him too, but he got hooked on the other feeling that came with fucking girls so hard they had that exhausted almost empty look after. And a look of regret or suffering because of what they'd done; because of what he had done to them, or made them do. He thought he was better than that, to chase that strange satisfaction and live off that dark fascination, but it became an itch in his being, and when it tied to the pleasures of skinship, which was a human need, it was hard to shake. Hard to live without. Every time he did it was the last. And now he perpetuated it whenever he got the chance, and drank himself into a stupor about it because he felt bad. But he couldn't stop.
He hadn't even hesitated when Sara asked him for help. She was having a rather good run at the university, and liked to talk about it when all their friends got together. But that also meant her loans and bills were stacking up. She'd heard Merrick could get money fast, and asked him for help, and when he told her she could make real money by taking a few pictures, she couldn't resist. It hadn't really been fair. It was never fair to the girl.
One predatory contract later, that he distracted her from reading, they were here. The crew and him, on their way to the spot he'd said. He told her to just 'show up as herself' and that it'd just be an initial interview. The contract said otherwise; stipulated certain things as consent that she hadn't even skimmed over. Really, they had her over a barrel.
Merrick sat in the back couch, the BangBus throne. He was tall and it showed on camera. Tom and Jason were the cameramen, and Joe was the talker. Though, they knew they could rely on Merrick for some of that, since he knew her, and Merrick had a tendency to take over. That's what his fans liked about him. He wasn't just a cock. He was part of it all. His adult video accounts made him a small fortune, because they knew they'd get the absolute worst shit on there. It had gotten to a point where sites couldn't not work with him even if they got a tidal wave of backlash from the PC and feminist crowd everytime his monster cock showed up. Nothing legal stuck, but it kinda stuck on his soul. And he was addicted to it.
Somehow it felt worse with Sara. At least he'd worn his good dark jeans and a black tanktop for her. Things got pretty hot in the van. His long arms were muscular, but nothing too bulky. He was naturally skinny so keeping mass was hard. Fucking like a damned bunny also didn't help. His face was so pretty it was almost gaunt, and his dark hair was tied back, though it was barely long enough. Brown eyes set under prominent eyebrows. His features reaked of testosterone even though he was designed so beautiful. It all went to his dick, but she'd learn about that soon enough. He was sure she'd heard rumors.
And there she'd be, waiting in the spot he'd told her. A quiet but public place to put her at ease. The van slowed down and Joe pulled the door open.
"Hia! You look like fun. You wanna make some money?" It was all for the cameras, already pointed at her. Beyond them, she'd see her friend sitting in the back, smiling to reassure her to play along. It was all about getting her in here.
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