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I didn’t even see the pocket knife in his hand that sliced between my bra cups. My tits were suddenly exposed, and I felt this stab of exhibitionist pleasure. I don’t know why I felt it now and not when we were out west, maybe because I was still acting with Odell, playing a role. My tits swelling for him now... Before I could say anything, his mouth greedily sucked in my right breast past the dark circle of the areola, prompting me to moan. He took that as encouragement, circling his tongue around my nipple and closing his teeth down in a gentle bite. God, I thought only Karen could do this well. Once again, he interrupted himself and opened a drawer to the desk. He pulled out a very big gun. A .45 actually.

‘Jesus,’ I whispered.

‘Relax,’ he laughed. He emptied the magazine into his hand.

‘Show me there’s nothing in the chamber,’ I said, because I wasn’t an idiot.

He turned and pointed the thing at the wall. It made a soft click as he squeezed the trigger, and I jumped. ‘Here, feel it.’ And he plopped it into my palm. If felt heavy.

Then he scooped it up again and put the barrel in his mouth. Crazy, he’s crazy—

Then he put it between my legs, and I understood why he had sucked it. Warming up the metal. Nudging the hard barrel against my hot gates, slowly, slowly...

I said as bravely as I could, ‘I’m not sure I like this game.’

He ignored my nervousness, saying, ‘Feels weird, doesn’t it? Feels like it could still go off. Like having a bomb next to your flesh.’

© Aisha DuQuesne
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