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Faceless

... carefully. “Ahhh, slow down!” Blondie screamed. “Shut the fuck up, bitch! Take it, slut! Take my cock!” He yanked her hair back like a leash, as I watched in secret arousal. That look on his face he would get whenever he’d cum… it was so hot. She moaned, Jay growled, speeding up… And soon the scandal was over. Her body was still convulsing while she lay on her stomach, winding down from what appeared to be an amazing orgasm he’d given her. I got out of bed in silence and felt his eyes follow me when I walked past him. “Mmmm, baby,” said the woman (I think her name was Jill?) “You have got to be the biggest cock I’ve ever had!” “Get dressed and get out.” There was no emotion in his voice. “ Awww , don’t you want to have a little more fun with me?” She giggled in the most obnoxious manner. “I told you the rules. Pack your shit up and leave.” There was a pause, and I felt this uncomfortable anxiety creep up on me. “You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that?” Jill sounded irritated. And then she started shouting loud enough so that I would hear. “How the fuck can you stay with a jerk like him!” “I won’t tell you again!” he raged. This wasn’t good. I had to step in and mediate. But just as I got out, I saw my boyfriend take her clothes and shoes, open the door of our hotel suite, and toss the items carelessly down the hall like trash. Jill looked mortified. She walked toward him and stopped by the doorway. “ Get bent .” Her scornful eyes found mine. “Both of you!” The door slammed ...

... shut, making me jump. Jay released a lengthy sigh and pressed his thumb and index to his temples. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Quietly, I retraced my steps into the bathroom, giving no commentary. I ran my fingers through my long chestnut locks, and noticed that my sapphire eyes looked lifeless. My face was gaunt and my collar bones were a little too defined. Am I going underweight again? I panicked, hoping that I wasn’t slipping into old habits. “Maya.” Jay appeared behind me as I looked at him through the mirror. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” “You don’t have to apologize every time.” “I don’t like it when they interact with you.” “I know.” “Besides”—he stepped closer—“she was disrespecting you.” Her allegations were reasonable. Had anyone else been in her skin, I’m sure they would have given him an earful as well. Jay hadn’t touched me that night. I didn’t have sex with either of them, nor did he initiate sex with me. It was literally just the two of them going at it like rabbits on and off for the past two hours while I was passed out. The reason why I had nodded off is because I had taken a few hits of pot from a bong at the party we were at earlier. Something else must have been laced in the cannabis, because I was hearing things, everything seemed wobbly and slow, and I was so fatigued. “Are you tired?” he asked. “No, not really.” “You’re just… so quiet.” I tried to smile, still speaking to him through the reflective glass. “I’m fine.” Every ...