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“Brandon! Brandon! Brandon! Wait up!”
“Sorry, I can’t stay and chat, I have to pick Micah up before six from after-school care, and traffic has been a bitch lately,” Brandon rushed out as they approached the elevator.
“What happened to your babysitter?”
“She called in. Her kid has chicken pox.”
“Ugh, that’s tough,” Jackson said as they boarded the elevator. Jackson was relieved they were the only ones on. “Hey, have you heard about that new cam site?”
“No, I haven’t. Between Micah and work, I barely have time to jerk off in the shower,” Brandon snorted.
“That’s...that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. I don’t envy your life.”
“Isn’t your ex-wife marrying our boss? I think it’s me who doesn’t envy your life. Seriously, I don’t know how you can show your face here,” Brandon joked.
“That’s easy. I’ve been fucking her sister for years behind her back, so the joke’s on her,” Jackson proudly boasted. Brandon had to wonder how he was friends with such a scumbag, but they had known each other since college, and as you get older, you realize that good friends are hard to come by. Jackson stuck with Brandon through thick and thin, especially when his wife died a few years ago. While Jackson was bragging about his infidelity, Brandon was wishing he had the opportunity to hold his wife just one more time.
The elevator arrived at the bottom floor right as Jackson described how perfect his sister-in-law’s breasts were. Although they were implants, you couldn’t tell the difference...allegedly.
“That’s great, Jackson. But wasn’t there something you had to tell me?” Brandon asked once they entered the sweltering evening heat. His suit jacket couldn’t come off fast enough.
“Oh, yeah. Have you heard of that cam site NeXXX Door Cam?”
“No, I can’t say that I have.”
“I’m sending you a text message right now with the link in it as we speak.”
“I’m good, Jackson.”
“And after you sign up, you’re going to be great.”
Brandon would be lying if he said his curiosity wasn’t piqued, just a little. “What’s so great about this cam site? What makes it different from all the other sites, and how much is it?”
“Okay. You have to pay a monthly membership fee of $19.99.”
“You’ve already lost me,” Brandon drawled as he ripped off his tie.
“Stop being such a fucking cheapskate, Brandon. You have to pay to play. Nothing in life is free.”
“Go on,” Brandon urged.
“You pay for the subscription to access the site, and then you can pick your girl or girls depending on your appetite and your wallet. Each girl, of course, has her price and a list of services. You can watch the live streams, have private streaming sessions, and chat.”
“Still not hearing how this is different from any other site,” Brandon commented, hoping Jackson would wrap up his sales pitch within the next two minutes.
“All the girls are masked, but all of the girls that are offered to you are all local, within a 10-mile radius of your geographical location.”
“So, basically, you could potentially run into one of these women in your local grocery store, and you would be none-the-wiser?”
“Yep. Or you can take your sessions off-screen and meet up in person.”
“No, I’m good. If I wanted a prostitute, then I could find one walking around outside of a seedy motel, and I guarantee I can get my dick sucked for $10.00.”
“Jesus, Brandon. I thought you had standards. I would’ve never taken you for a guy who would accept heavily discounted head. That price tag comes with risks.”
“It sounds like you’re speaking from experience,” Brandon chuckled.
“You know Craig, right?”
“Craig...Craig...Craig–”
“Craig from HR,” Jackson reminded him.
“Yeah, I remember him. We went drinking with him a couple of times. What about him?”
“He fucked around and got one of those $10.00 blowjobs and ended up with a fucking staph infection when the hooker’s jagged tooth scraped his dick. The shit almost fell off.” Brandon gagged at the thought. “Hold on. I think I have a picture in here,” Jackson mumbled as he scrolled through his phone’s camera gallery.
“I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve gotta go,” Brandon mentioned as he climbed into the driver’s seat of his gunmetal gray Jeep Gladiator. Thanks to the pointless conversation he had with Jackson, he only had 25 minutes to make it across town.
“Just check out the website!” Jackson shouted to Brandon as he peeled out of the parking lot.
***
Brandon threw his Jeep into park and ran into the school. He was 20 minutes late and owed a $15.00 late fee.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” he huffed as he entered the gym where the after-school kid’s club was held.
“That’s okay, Mr. West. Micah and I got an early start on his homework!”
“That’s very kind of you, Ms. Cole,” Brandon said to his son’s first-grade teacher. He quickly tore his eyes away from her to avoid being blinded by her rainbow polka-dot dress. To him, it looked as if she wrapped herself in a Twister floormat. Her dress was clownish and distracting for him, and he couldn’t imagine how distracting it would be for a bunch of six-year-olds.
“I’m just doing my job,” she informed cheerfully.
“I owe $15.00, right?” he asked as he pulled out his wallet.
“Oh! Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. What they don’t know won’t hurt them, right? This will be our little secret.”
“Right. Thank you. Micah, can you please hurry up and pack your things so we can leave? I still have to cook dinner.”
“I want pizza,” Micah protested as he slung his Spiderman backpack on his back.
“Thank God. I can make that happen.”
“Good, because I’m tired of eating macaroni,” his son complained.
“What is this blasphemy I hear?” Ms. Cole gasped. “How could you possibly be tired of macaroni?”
“We eat it all the time,” Micah griped, embarrassing Brandon and his lack of culinary finesse. His wife had passed two years ago, and he should’ve graduated from cooking instant stove-top and oven meals.
Ms. Cole crouched down in front of Micah.
“I bet you’ve never had macaroni with grilled hot dog weenies in it, have you?”
“Ewwwww. Hotdogs and macaroni? That sounds disgusting! Yuck!”
“You wound me, Micah. Perhaps, pork and beans and weenies over rice might suit you better?”
“Dad, can we go? I’ll puke if we stand here much longer. I think Ms. Cole has a weenie obsession.”
She chuckled and stood to her feet. “Kids say the darndest things. Oh, before you go, Mr. West. I just want to remind you that we have parent-teacher conferences starting next week. I put a few dates and times that I’m available in his folder. Please complete the form and send it back, and then I’ll pencil you in.”
“Will do. Thanks again for staying late.”
“No problem. Take care and be safe,” she wished.
Micah talked Brandon’s ear off as they walked to his illegally parked Jeep. His little chatterbox didn’t stop spewing until a slice of pepperoni pizza and cheesy breadsticks was placed in front of him.
“Dad, I need help with a project.”
“So, soon? Didn’t we just finish a project?”
“Yeah, but that was for art class. I have to do a project on my family tree. I need a picture of Mom.”
Brandon chewed silently as his thoughts went back to his wife, who tragically died in a car accident. She was returning home from her shift at the hospital and was t-boned by a drunk driver. He hated how the universe and fate worked. He believed his wife’s death was avoidable if she had just listened to him. Brandon had been begging Katherine for weeks to switch to the day shift, but she argued the money was too good. He would be the first to admit the money was fucking great, but it wasn’t worth her life. After a year, he finally accepted the fact that his wife was blameless and she was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Dad, did you hear me?”
“Yeah, you need a picture of Mom. We’ll work on your project this weekend.”
***
Brandon had been staring at his bedroom ceiling for hours, unable to sleep, like most nights. He rolled over to Katherine’s side of the bed and could almost imagine her sleeping there in one of his shirts with her eye mask on, shielding out the sunlight. She was a bit of a snorer, but he didn’t mind. He found that it added to her charming personality.
While he wasn’t over his wife, he was lonely. For the most part, his life consisted of work and his son on repeat. Yes, he would occasionally hang out with Jackson, but he could only stomach his company in small doses. He wasn’t ready to fall in love again, but companionship did sound attractive.
Before he knew it, he slid his cell phone off the nightstand and clicked on the link submerging him into a world of lust, sexual deviance, and fantasies.
