The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection Frost, J (good beach reads .TXT) 📖

I finish, I put my hand over my mouth to keep from puking, and draw deep breaths in through my nose until I’ve got my gut under control.

“Any of this true?” I ask.

It had better not be, or Rick and I are done. I don’t care how long I’ve known him, how much he’s paid me, or how much I need money right now. If he had non-consensual sex with this woman, we’re finished.

Rick slumps into a chair across from the couch where I’m sitting and pushes his hands through his hair. “Don’t you watch Law and Order or any of those shows, man? You’re not supposed to ask if the accused did it.”

“Fuck that, Rick. I’m not a fucking lawyer. I’m your friend, and I’m a Dom. You’ve known me long enough to know there’s nothing more important to me than consent. Did you rape her?”

He shakes his head, but he doesn’t meet my eyes. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? How can you not know?”

“It didn’t happen like that. Like she says. Some of the stuff, it didn’t happen that way. I mean, not that I remember.”

“Not that you remember?”

“It was a party, man. On Fire Island. Last Fourth of July. I had a few.” He pushes his hands through his hair again. “Okay, more than a few. I shouldn’t have been playing. Mea culpa, okay?”

He’s going to be mea culpa-ing to the tune of six zeros and a felony rape conviction if this actually happened.

“Okay. You were drunk—”

“No, not drunk. I mean, I wasn’t sober, but I wasn’t anywhere near drunk. I’d gone off with another girl and gotten a blowie and that took the edge off. I still shouldn’t have been playing but I wasn’t anywhere close to drunk.”

“Right. How much of it did you remember the next day?”

“All of it. It left a bad taste in my mouth.”

If it went down anywhere close to the way EvonneBringsTheTruth says it did, I can see why. It’s leaving a bad fucking taste in my mouth, just reading about it.

“What do you remember?”

“There were these two girls hanging out near the bar at the house. I started flirting with them, and I know that makes me a hound after I’d just been with another girl. Sue me. It was a party. Neither of them was called Evonne or anything like that. I think one was called Laura. I don’t remember the other one’s name. She just wanted to watch, not get fucked, so I wasn’t paying much attention to her. There was a guy, too. He said he was a friend of theirs and his name was Damon. I remember because the girl who didn’t want to be fucked kept calling him ‘Big D,’ which I thought was funny ’cause he had kind of a small dick.”

“Uh-huh.” I make a note of the name. “Small D. Then what?”

“We were talking and flirting, and they started asking about my movies. What was real and what wasn’t. Was I really that mean and did I really fuck that hard, and I said only for money. So, they offered me a hundred dollars to make a porno with Damon and Laura.”

“You didn’t run in the other direction? What if one of them had been an undercover cop, Rick?”

“I know. It was stupid, but I wasn’t thinking about any of that. We were joking around and laughing and shit.”

Okay, terminally bad judgment, but nothing I’ve heard so far makes him a rapist. And EvonneBringsTheTruth didn’t mention any of this. She made it sound like Rick picked her up at a party, forced her into a room, offered her money to fuck, and when she refused, beat her with his belt and raped her.

“What happened? Did you negotiate at all? Agree on a safe word?”

“No, not really. Laura’s friend asked if the girls in my films have safe words, and I said sometimes if we’re doing extreme shit, but most of the time, no, because the films are scripted. They were asking about the most extreme shit I’d ever done, and I told them about the piercing scenes.”

I press my fingertips to my forehead, rubbing the scar that runs up from my eyebrow into my hair. “Please tell me you did not agree to blood play with a girl you didn’t know and no fucking safe word.”

“No, of course not, you shithead. I said I’d belt Laura and spit-roast her. You know what that is?”

“Yeah, a guy at each end.”

It’s not a term I’d ever use, though.

“Right. Laura’s friend said she wanted to be really pounded in the ass while she choked on a cock. Fucked so hard she split.”

“You agreed to that? With a girl you didn’t know? With no tests? She could have been drunk or drugged or coerced or any fucking thing, Rick. And who knows what she could have given you? Please tell me you at least used condoms.”

He crosses his arms over his chest. “You don’t have to tell me how stupid I was, okay? I got worked up, and Laura had a hot fucking body and I’d had too many. Yeah, I was fucking stupid.”

Monumentally fucking stupid.

“Did you use a condom?”

“No.” He throws his arms up. “I said I was stupid.”

Stupid enough that I should tattoo “DNA evidence” across his forehead.

“Okay, right, what happened next?” I ask. “She says you dragged her into a bedroom with your belt around her throat.”

“It didn’t happen like that. Yeah, my belt was around her throat for some of it, but not until later and I didn’t put it there. The four of us walked into a bedroom. I belted her maybe a dozen times, but she fucking asked for that. She was fine. Her reactions were fine, breathing, color, everything. She wasn’t in any kind of distress. Yeah, I gave her some marks and I shouldn’t have, but she never said ‘no’ or told me to stop. She looked like she was in fucking heaven, writhing and moaning. I figured she