LIKED - A Dark Romance Novel (Story of Dangerous Obsession and Lust) (4 page)

Gia took out her phone from a pocket in her cutoff jean shorts. She
shouldn’t have had that on her either. The sluts in the film had lost their
cell phones several scenes ago. If it showed up in outline against her ass in
one of the later scenes, anyone watching the movie for anything besides
“T&A” would point it out online – especially the ones watching for “A.” The
crew hadn’t noticed, so even they were bored with the project.

She was afraid to leave it laying around in this patch of woods off the
highway with no trailer for her stuff. If she had a car, it would probably be
stolen by the time they got back to the road. She had ridden in with one of the
other girls who was killed off by a lizard king earlier in the day and left
without Gia. If she had to ride back with the A.D., she was going to walk home.

She scrolled through the messages and clicked on her new thread for Jack
she had labeled: “My New Game.” Gia licked her lips. This was an escape she
needed now more than ever.

I’m back, she typed. Please, take me away from all of this.

The pause was brief as if Jack was waiting by his phone for her to call
on him whenever she wanted. Gia didn’t really believe that’s what he was doing,
but it made her feel good that someone was that attuned to her needs. She was a
B movie actress, so she could pretend and lie to herself that things were good.

Jack typed back; “Bad day on the Slut set?”

“I don’t want to talk about it”, she typed as she leaned out to be sure
no one was coming. “Tell me what you would do to me, if you were here with me
right now.”

Is it a private spot? Jack asked.

Gia licked her lips again and felt her heart thudding in her chest. “It’s
a secluded spot, but I’m inside an open set piece. Someone will walk by any
time and catch us. We need 2 hurry.”

“I’ll start with my fingers”, he typed. “Are you wearing a slutty little
mini skirt for me?”

“I have on Daisy Duke shorts cut up 2 my crotch.”

Gia frowned. “Crotch” was probably not as sexy as she could have written
that. This script was going to be as bad as
Southern Sluts Vs.
was.

“Can I even fit my fingers in there without tearing your dirty girl
shorts?”

Gia responded, “Probably not …”

Jack typed back, “Then you unzip them and pull them down for me.”

“OK.”

Gia unzipped the shorts and folded them open before sliding her hand down
inside.

“Don’t cheat”, Jack typed.

Gia froze and her eyes went wide. She thought about Don.

Jack typed a second message. “Leaving your shorts on is cheating in our
game. I said to pull them down, so that anyone that walks by sees what a dirty,
naughty girl you really are.”

Gia bit her lip. This was so bad. She was humming from every nerve. It
was forbidden and it all belonged to her.

She used her hand that was slid down into her shorts and panties to slide
them down past her knees. Her bare ass was against the rough wood. The shorts
and lacy, red panties held her ankles together. She folded her knees apart and
spread herself with her fingers feeling the air against her exposed skin. She
was so wet as she touched herself.

Anyone could walk by. She could hear the arguments on the set in the
distance.

She held her phone with one hand and typed with one thumb as she worked
herself with the other hand.

“OK.”

“Are the panties down too? No cheating.”

Gia’s eyes were hanging half open and she was breathing through parted
lips as she typed, “They R down around my ankles & I’m spread 4 U.”

“Good”, Jack typed. “I know you are already touching yourself because you
are such a naughty, little girl.”

“I am”, she typed back. “I so am. I’m sorry.”

“Pretend like they are my fingers.”

“They R UR fingers, Jack. UR doing this 2 me.”

He typed, “Lift your shirt up. Take your tits out for me.”

Gia set down her phone and pulled up her shirt past her breasts. She grabbed
the phone back up.

“OK.”

“If I was there, I would be using my tongue and my cock to torture you
with pleasure. You would do everything I said and you’d love it, you dirty,
dirty girl.”

Gia’s fingers moved faster. She typed, “U R torturing me, Jack. Look what
U R doing 2 me.”

“I see it”, he typed. “I’m right there taking you for myself right now.”

“I’m going 2 CUM!!!”

She dropped the phone using both hands. Her chest heaved causing her
breasts to shake. Her face tightened and went red. She tried to hold it in, but
a groan and a squeak escaped her as she shook hard enough the rattle the fake
outhouse above her.

She collapsed touching herself more slowly as she gasped for air. Her
real sweat had run through her fake gel sweat, so make-up was going to have to
spray her down again.

“Back to set.” The voice was close.

Gia said, “Oh, shit.”

She pulled her shirt up and jerked back up her shorts and panties. “I’m
coming. Just a minute.”

I really am cumming, she thought.

The voice was already moving away calling everyone else back to set.

She took another deep breath and picked up her phone again.

Jack had typed, “Are you still there?”

“I am”, Gia typed back. “That was intense.”

“I’m glad”, Jack wrote. “Now tell me what you would do to me.”

Gia sighed.

She typed, “I have to go back to set. I’ll do you during my next break.
Sorry.”

Jack sent a sad face. He typed, “I want to do more than sexting during
your breaks.”

Gia chewed at the inside of her mouth. She sent, “What do you have in
mind?”

“IDK”, came back almost immediately.

Gia found her fingers hovering above the keyboard on her screen with the
same hesitation she had felt before she took things to the next level with Jack
the Liker the first time. If any of this got out – ever – she would be
embarrassed in public. Of course, how embarrassed could a co-star of
Southern
Sluts vs. the Lizard Kings of Hillbilly Creek
really get from a sexting
scandal? Don would not like it at all, she supposed.

This was another moment of decision. It was probably a bad decision. How
could it be anything else? Her life was a trail of bad decisions leading all
the way across the country from Dark Orchard to Hollywood.

“Why stop now?” Gia whispered.

“Back to set!” The shout came again.

The startling voice set her fingers into motion more than any real
conscious choice.

She typed, “Do you want to play another new game with me, Jack?”

“Tell me”, he typed back right away.

***

Play My Game

Gia couldn’t find her phone anywhere. She stood in the middle of her
living room and looked around at the magazine covered surfaces. Clean laundry
from a week ago still sat in a basket on the end of the couch. It had tipped
onto the cushion spilling out. A few clean socks fell onto the carpet mixing
with the dirty ones.

“The sheep and the goats are mixing,” she said to the room. She couldn’t
remember where the reference was from or what it really meant.

The two dirty to-go boxes from the restaurant where she and Don had
fought were still on the table. The juices inside were growing fuzz. If she got
too close she could smell them like a rancid reminder of the rot underneath the
surface of her life. She had spoken to Don twice on the phone since that night,
but had not seen him.

Was that a week? Two weeks? She couldn’t remember. If she counted forward
from the premier, then she could figure it out, but her head hurt from not
eating today and she couldn’t find her phone.

Don had sent her half the money that he owed her. It was exactly half
down to the penny. If it had been rounded off, that would be one thing, but he
quite specifically paid her half and only half. She was reluctant to thank him
because he was already late and she did not want him to believe that only
paying her half of what he owed was good enough. She had not called him since
it hit her Paypal and she wasn’t sure when she would.

“This should be easier,” she said. “Dating your director never is.”

She lifted the magazines again and knew she had not found the phone the
other times she had looked. She also knew that she had not read the magazines
since last time she had known where the phone was, but still she looked. A
couple spilled into the floor losing her place in articles that she did not
remember reading.

She turned around in a full circle again and looked at all the same
disaster areas of her living room. “The definition of insanity.”

She did not have a house phone so she could call herself. Gia did not
know any of her neighbors to ask either.

She left the living room and returned to her bedroom. The breeze through
the window felt good, but reminded her of how sweaty she was under her tee
shirt and tight shorts with the word SCREAMER printed across the ass. The curve
of her cheeks gave the word two sloping peaks through the letters that was casually
sexy. Her fiancé lived on the beach and wasn’t calling, so there was no one
there to appreciate the view.

Gia got down on her hands and knees and looked at old exercise equipment
folded under the bed. The layer of dust told her there was no use in moving
anything to look for the phone.

***

The light in the window changed. She thought about clouds and then a
stray thought passed through her mind. She thought, remove the starlet with big
boobs from her phone; isolate her in a world that is globally connected.

She was thinking about the fight over Don’s phone that could have ended
in sex. When she rose up to her knees and saw the man crouched on her open
window sill, everything else was driven from her mind. It was such an odd sight
that she saw the shadow of his body instead of the details and at first her
brain refused to understand and believe. She slowly registered that he was
wearing black jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. In this weather? She
thought.

The mask he wore was an owl’s face. It had dark, empty pits where the
eyes should be. Grey lines radiated out from the owls eyes and down to a hooked
beak that looked to be for tearing flesh. Dark hair was styled up in the
purposeful messiness that guys worked hard to achieve in LA giving the horrible
owl face an almost comical ridiculousness – almost.

He sprung from the window and stalked across the room toward her and she
finally found her fear. When it hit her, it was a wash of cold, pure terror
that made her muscles burn like holding ice and her heart hurt with a stabbing
pain every time in beat inside her chest. The gooseflesh that prickled over her
skin made her sweat feel like it was frozen.

Her legs were full of concrete, but she fought to stand. Her knees didn’t
want to bend.

His legs were so long and skinny. He seemed to cross the room in three or
four strides.

She made for the door which was the only exit from the room unless she
planned to hide in the bathroom. The interior doors of her apartment were
hollow and would give her about as much protection as a sheet of cardboard. She
got her legs to move, but he was already there and closed the door with her
trapped inside with him.

“Lay down on the bed.” His voice was not deep, but it had an odd muffled
sound. The consonants were crisp and sharp. The vowels had wet “S” tones before
and after them as his voice hissed and echoed off the hard interior of the mask
in a way that hurt her ears.

She backed away from him. Gia thought about going for the bathroom
despite the distance and the poor protection of the door. She considered diving
out the window even if she would break a bone doing it. He had climbed up
somehow.

She could scream, but some part of her brain told her no one would care
in Los Angeles. Gia tried to tell herself that wasn’t true, but she was afraid
to try. The only screamer in her apartment was the word printed across her ass.
She was so good at it in her movies, but couldn’t find her voice when it really
mattered.

Her ass hit the bedside table knocking over the lamp and the alarm clock.
When they hit the floor, she heard the bulb shatter.

He popped and hissed from behind the owl mask again. “Get on the bed and
do everything I say. Now.”

She shook her head and it made her headache pound behind her eyes. Tears
erupted finally and she slurred. “No. I don’t want to. Don’t do this to me.
Don’t hurt me, please.”

He backed away and held up her hands. The owl hissed. “Grits.”

Gia shook her head and cried in a voice too small and pinched off to be
heard outside the bedroom even with the open window, “No. No. No. No.”

The owl shook its head and sharp beak. “Hey, grits, grits, grits, Gia.
Listen to me. Grits.”

He pulled up the mask on top of his head so that it matted down his
perfect muss of dark hair. He said, “Safe word. Grits, Gia. I won’t hurt you.
Stop crying.”

Her sob caught in her throat and she blinked. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m … Jack. I thought this was what you told me to do … that we were
playing. You were going to use the safe word, if you wanted it to stop. If you
were acting, I’m sorry. If you were not, I’m sorry too, I guess. I’ll just go.
Jesus, I never should have agreed to this. I’m going to end up in jail.”

He turned and sprinted toward the window. When he was halfway there, she
called out, “Stop!”

He froze in his tracks with the owl mask still perched on top of his
head. “Don’t call the cops.”

“Jack?” she said. “You’re Jack? Jack the Liker?”

“Yes.” He turned his head slightly, but would not look back directly at
her. “I read the messages three times, Gia. I thought I had done all of it just
like you said. You said to surprise you, where to come in, to get creative with
the mask, and all of that. I thought I did it right.”

“Oh, shit, I was scared. My heart’s still beating out of my chest,” she
said.

“I am really fucking sorry. I swear I thought I was doing it right.”

“I may have had a couple glasses of wine more than usual that night when
I typed all those things out,” Gia said.

He nodded bobbing the owl mask. “I will never bother you again. I swear.”

She cleared her throat and said, “Don’t go.”

He pulled the mask off the top of his head and held it in his hand down
by his side. Looking at the stark white interior of the mask and the eye holes
from behind was almost creepier than the owl face.

She felt dizzy as blood rushed into her head and through her body. Her
headache was gone and her fingers were tingling.

“I need to go,” Jack said.

“I want you to stay,” she said.

“I don’t do this kind of stuff. I never do. Now I never will again for
sure,” he said. “This isn’t me at all. I nearly threw up in my car before I got
out. I was so scared. I’m surprised I didn’t piss myself.”

“Turn around, Jack.”

She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed a few times. He turned
around and looked at the floor next to her instead of up at her. Gia took off
her tee shirt and let it fall to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He was
looking up at her now.

“I’m scared,” he said. His voice had gone from the harsh echo behind the
mask to a breathy whisper.

“Put the mask back on,” she said.

“This is messed up,” he said. “No offense. You thought I was really here
to hurt you. You were really afraid. I don’t want to make you scared.”

She licked her lips. “I’m feeling a lot of things right now. I’ll use the
safe word, if I start feeling … whatever. You can too.”

He sighed and looked away from her breasts. “I don’t know. Maybe I can
just call you … message you later.”

“Do you want me?” Gia asked.

Gia saw his chest heave and he blinked several times. She did ask herself
mentally what she thought she was doing exactly. She questioned her own sanity
more than she had while looking for her phone under the same magazines again.
This time she was doing something completely different than she had ever done
before. Maybe it was the sanest thing she had ever done in that sense. She knew
it was crazy, but if she was rejected by Jack the Liker after everything else
she had been through, she wasn’t sure she could take it. Maybe she was using
porn logic, but she wanted to be desired and she wanted to be taken. Her heart
was still racing and her head was swimming and she was feeling a mix of other
emotions now that she felt like she had the power again.

“Of course, I do.” He breathed. His voice was too small to be heard
outside the bedroom. “Everyone wants you.”

“I want someone to want me again.” She bit her lip and then said, “Put
the mask back on, Jack. Play my game.”

He brought the mask back up and fumbled with the straps, but he got the
sick looking thing back over his face. She had been to a few conventions to
promote movies and she was always so disturbed by the crazy horse and unicorn
head masks that people wore sometimes. There was always a creep or two running
around in them.

She shivered as she stared into the dead, dark eyes of the owl. She
almost used the safe word again. She knew that if she broke the scene one more
time, Jack would probably flee for sure. The twinge of fear made her tingle all
over.

Her nipples were like bullets. She reached up and pulled at them as Jack
watched through the mask.

“Can you get back into character?” she asked.

The owl face nodded.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pushed them
down. As she stepped out, she realized that she had not dressed for role
playing. She was wearing a pair of old cotton panties with multicolored hearts
on them.

She looked up and saw a bulge in the front of Jack’s tight jeans. She
supposed the panties were good enough to do the job.

“Will you tell me what to do like you did before, Jack?”

The owl nodded.

Gia smiled and put her hands on her hips. “I want you to play my game
with me.”

A change came over him. She could not read his expression through the
lifeless mask, but she read it in his body. His stature shifted. His muscles
tightened under his black clothes and his shoulders rolled forward like a
creature ready to strike. Gia stared at the hooked beak and imagined it tearing
flesh as it fed upon its prey. She shivered again.

The owl growled in his slushy vowels and harsh, inhuman consonants. “Take
off your panties too.”

She smiled. “If that’s what you want …”

“Do it now.”

Her smile faded, but she slid the panties down to her ankles. She was
happy to be rid of them for the role play. She had not shaved for a couple
days. The works were a little prickly. She had not prepared for the game well
and she hoped that he didn’t notice too much. If he wore a condom …

Gia stepped out of her panties. “Am I really doing this?” She thought.
This is really what I’m going to follow through with all because my cheap ass
fiancé wouldn’t fuck me in a men’s room?

She straightened up and found herself staring into the dead pits of the
owl’s eyes. He was close enough to touch her, but his hands were down by his
sides. She crossed her arms over her breasts. The owl’s head tilted a few
degrees to the left. She thought if Don could get any of this on film it would
be gold. If she had her phone, she could record it herself. The Purple Devil
Blogger would have quite a bit to say about that.

“Put your arms down,” he growled against the hard surface of the inside
of the mask.

Gia dropped her hands to her side exposing her breasts again. He lifted
his hand and his fingers danced in the air over her left breast. She thought
about the moment her fingers had danced above the phone when she invited Jack
to play. Her decision to touch the keys that day had led to the moment of this
touch.

Jack’s hand closed over her breast. His touch was so light that she had
to concentrate to feel where his fingers contacted her flesh. His breathing was
harsh inside the mask. He closed his hand tighter and lifted her breast as if
he was testing the weight. His fingers slid down and pinched the nipple.

Gia sucked in air through her teeth and moaned. He pinched a little
harder and she bit down on her lip. He pulled the nipple out extending her
breast and changing the shape of it. He relented again before he pulled it once
more.

“What will you do for me?” he asked.

She swallowed. “Anything you ask. Anything you
tell
me to do.”

He let go of her breast and tilted his head the other way. “Tell me
something you will do for me.”

Gia licked her lips. “I will touch you.”

“What else?” The final ‘S’ was particularly harsh.

“I will suck on you.”

“What else?”

“You can fuck me.”

“What else?”

Gia swallowed. “You can have me any way you want me. Anything.
Everything.”

The owl leaned closer to her face and she looked down. She could say the
safe word any time she wanted it to end. She felt that power, but as her eyes
cast down before the owl, she realized she was taking the beta role. She was
playing the part of the girl overpowered.

The owl whispered. “Show me something.”

She felt the flesh prickle up her back and she was suddenly more aware of
her nakedness. She lowered to her knees and undid his belt. He did not push her
hands away like Don had done. Jack the owl really did want her to show him
something. He was wearing a braided belt. It was cracked down to a grayish
core. It couldn’t be more tacky. Gia began to wonder if Jack had a woman in his
life to tell him things like the fact that braided belts were a mistake. She
pictured herself standing by a wedding cake with owl figures on top and she
would tell the cute story of how they had met during a funny little role play.

She took his cock out. He was hard and curved a little to the right. He
wasn’t particularly big. Don was bigger, but he wasn’t very generous in any
way, in the bedroom included. Don did not want her to show him something.

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” Jack asked.

She took him into her mouth. He moaned inside the mask as she sucked on
him. His next instruction was breathy and she almost missed it. “Use … your
tits … like they do in the movies.”