Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I guffaw.
“Yeah, let me guess. You’re doing the divorcee thing, right? Like you said, Westchester is where it’s at.”
He shrugs.
“No, actually. I don’t like that shit either because those women are used. Those ladies used to be married to eighty-year-old billionaires with canes, but they still get stretched out all the same.”
I snort again.
“Great. I needed that visual. Thank you for that. Let me guess then: women are useless, and you’re as celibate as a monk.”
That obviously can’t be true because my buddy’s a good-looking guy who works out like a gladiator. The asshole has women staring at him even now, at McNealy’s, but he merely shrugs and ignores them.
“No, I’m not celibate. I’m just not getting it from women in the same sense that you are.”
I quirk an eyebrow.
“From men, then? Shit man. I had no idea. Congrats on discovering your true self.”
“No,” Brad replies, not even ruffled by my comment. “I’m getting it from dolls. You know that shit. You order them online from Japan, and they come in a box. It’s the best, my man. They’re so life-like and realistic now, with tight pussies and even tighter assholes. Even better, they don’t talk back. How you like that, bro?”
I shake my head with astonishment.
“So you’re fucking sex dolls now.”
Brad shrugs.
“Yeah, I’ve got a couple at my apartment. It’s the bomb, bro. They take it in the ass all the time, and never complain about being too tired or uncomfortable. They spread their legs incredibly wide too. You wouldn’t believe the fucked-up positions I’ve had them in.”
“No, I can believe,” I retort in a dry tone. “I’m sure the dolls love it too.”
“Yeah, exactly,” my buddy chuckles, the irony lost on him. “That’s why I go for dolls now. You should too, bro. It’s not worth the pain in the ass that dating real women comes with.”
“I think I’ll pass,” I grimace. “Thanks though.”
But then Brad goes thoughtful.
“Although, the doll I was using last week moved a little. It was weird.”
I guffaw again.
“Maybe it was a robot doll. You know, one that you can program to say, “Fuck me, Daddy.”
Brad shakes his head, ignoring my sarcastic remark.
“Naw, none of my girls are animatronic. But I could swear that the doll last week squirmed a little after I put it in her ass. And I feel like I heard a couple gasps too.”
I fix him with a look.
“Are you sure it wasn’t your girlfriend?”
“No, I’m not dating anyone,” he remarks. “I kicked Janice out after our last fight. She was such a ho, and probably banging other guys too.”
“Then who was it?” I ask. “Or what was it?”
Brad shrugs.
“I have no idea. You tell me.”
I snort again.
“You’re a fucking caveman, you know that? You know it’s not a doll. There’s a girl in your apartment, and you’ve been ass-fucking her.”
He shrugs.
“She was covered in a sheet. Only her butt was showing. It could be a doll.”
I snort again, rolling my eyes this time.
“Get real, dude. It’s a flesh and blood woman. Come on, my man. You know it.”
Brad merely gets a sly look on his handsome features.
“Maybe. But it’s fun, and we’re both having a good time, so what’s the harm? Maybe I don’t want to see her face.”
I snort.
“You’re even more fucked up than when we were in college, you know that? Remember how you left that girl dripping during sophomore year Homecoming? I literally handed her some paper towels because she was leaking your come from every orifice, but you acted like she wasn’t even there. You got dressed and went out drinking with your buds after.”
Brad chuckles.
“Yeah, we were assholes then, weren’t we?”
I merely nod while staring into my drink.
“We were,” is my low reply. “Those were the days.”
Then, the conversation moves on to other topics, but my mind continues to swirl because our discussion has been so insane. Animatronic dolls? Women posing as life-size sex dolls? Even crazier, my relationship with Jamie is fucked-up because Brad’s right. I’ve always been a dick who used and abused women. I gave them a night to remember, and then pretty much moved on without a care in the world.
But somehow, that doesn’t feel right when it comes to Jamie, and it’s not just because she’s my best friend’s daughter. The sweet teen deserves better than my usual love ‘em and leave ‘em M.O., but what does she want? Does she want promises of forever? A future filled with lights and rainbows? I shake my head, disgusted with myself, because even I know that that’s not what Jamie’s looking for. But what if it’s what I want? What happens then?
6
Jamie
I love being with Dane, and these past two weeks have been the best I’ve ever experienced in my life. I thought Dane was supposed to continue on his East Coast listening tour, but instead, he changed his tickets and has been staying in Brooklyn while managing his business.