The clicking of her heels on the hardwood grew louder as she neared.
"Well isn't this sweet. Brotherly bonding time." she muttered sarcastically when she found Devon in her bedroom along with Mac.
"Tha fucks this I hear 'bout pokers an a guy name Bubba? An yer a fuckin' lyin' whore! Yew aint got no date with him. Who're tha damn condoms fer?" he demanded, nostrils flaring out in anger.
"Condoms?" Devon asked curiously, genuinely interested in who his possible sister was planning on screwing.
Her face grew pink for the second time that day when she looked at Devon's expectant expression.
"First the preppy worker in the grocery store, now you two. It's nobody's business if I'm sleeping with someone or who!"
"Tha hell it ain't. What preppy fucker?" Mac growled.
"Adam O'Brien?" Devon asked, confident he was right.
It was a tiny locally run store, Adam being the only one working there fitting the description of "preppy".
"O'Brien? Aint no fuckin' way tha town golden boy was lookin' ta know if yer fuckin' anyone." Mac snarled at her in disbelief.
Adam O'Brien had been the star quarterback of the Cainville football team when Mac was supposed to be in high school, had it not been for Walter. The O'Brien's were the wealthiest family in town, Adam having been shipped off to an expensive college was home for the summer.
"Jealous much?" Devon taunted Mac, rising his eyebrows in surprise.
As far as he was concerned Adam was more than good enough for Krystal. Maybe the best she'd ever do with her physical flaws and chosen profession.
"Enough!" Kristy roared. "You shut the fuck up!" she screamed at Mac before turning on Devon. "And you get out, you brought the list now scoot you little shit I have work to do!"
Devon put his hands up in a peaceful gesture, not wanting to piss her off. The bandage around Mac's head and the one on his neck along with various cuts and bruises, including the telltale under eye bruising from a broken nose hadn't gone unnoticed.
After escorting Devon out she grabbed the list along with a pen, something to write on, and the bag containing the notorious condoms.
Resuming her seat next to the bed she eyed Mac wearily. "I need you to answer some questions for me about the new product I've been drugging you with." she explained.
"Fuck yew. Ya won't answer ma questions, I aint answerin' yer's." he snapped defiantly.
She actually stomped her foot in frustration. She'd had just about enough of stubborn assholes and the day was only a little more than half over.
"A question for a question then." she bit out, glaring at him.
"Who're tha rubbers fer?" he immediately asked, looking expectantly at her.
"You! You stupid fuck!" she screamed at him, sick of the same question over and over again.
Mac's eyebrows shot up in surprise and then scrunched together in confusion. A look that prompted her to continue.
"I'm planning on fucking you after we're done with this little game of twenty questions." she paused, gauging his reaction. "Don't get so thrilled, it's a one time deal, just to get it out of your system 'And mine.' so you can quit with the rape attempts and I can work in peace." She explained since he was looking far too pleased for her liking.
"Think ya can quit it after ya hit it one time? Yew'll be beggin' fer it once ya get a taste." Mac leered at her, licking his lips and wiggling his hips.
A noticeable tent was already rising in the sheet.
Kristy ignored him, averting her eyes to the list.
"Any negative side effects?" she asked in a monotone businesslike voice.
"Not really." he replied.
"Elaborate as I did with my answer." she growled out, fighting the urge to smack him.
"Hallucinations er a bitch if ya 'round tha wrong people. Get real thirsty an hungry after. Headache too. Sometimes dizziness. You a virgin?" he asked quickly, not waiting for her to write down his answers.
"No." she answered curtly, not looking up from her writing.
"Bullshit. "Elaborate"." he demanded, mimicking her.
"Only time I ever tried my own product I jumped a guy in the packing room after hours. I fucked his brains out and nearly broke the poor kid's dick in the process. Happy?"
Mac was definitely not happy. He'd rather enjoyed the idea of being the only one to ever have fucked her. When she asked her next question he didn't answer. Just staring at the ceiling with his jaw clenched shut. He shouldn't have been so upset. He'd screwed plenty of whores. Purity was never an issue with him before. He heard her mutter something about territorial male bullshit.
"Don't be so pissy, you were my first kiss if it's any consolation." she admitted reluctantly to loosen his lips.
"Really?" he asked, turning his head towards her.
"Is there a comedown and if so rate it on a scale of one to ten?" she replied, back to business.
"One. Just tha hunger an thirst. How many guys ya fucked?" he inquired.
"One. Just that one kid, one and a half times." she retorted. "Do you reme-"
"Wutchu mean half?" he demanded, cutting her off.
Kristy let out a long irritated growl. "When I wasn't high the second time I barely felt a thing. He was too gentle. So I pushed him off, pulled on my panties, and walked away. Do you remember everything that happens during the high, your actions and those of the people around you?"
"Yea." Mac told her sourly, as unhappy that she knew this information as she was about him knowing about the kiss.
"Really?" she asked, surprised.
That meant he remembered everything from the cuddling to the sickening almost L-word to the crying.
He ignored her question just as she did his. "Bout how long ago'd ya fuck 'em?
"Three years. Maybe a little longer." she speculated while scribbling on the sheet.
"Damn no wonder yer such a bitch, need ta get laid." he muttered, shifting his hips and creating a small wet spot against the sheet that was now full mast over his erect cock.
"Would you say it's an upper on a downer? Come on Walter that one is pretty obvious." she scowled, pissed he'd given his son a freebie.
"Downer. Why'd ya come ta Cainville?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Initially shocked at him asking a non-sexual, fairly personal question Kristy sighed. "Of course you'd pick the one that demands the longest answer for last. How about we just forget that one and get to the sex?"
Mac's interest was peaked at her trying to avoid the question and distract him with fucking. He wouldn't let her get away with it. "Ain't like 'm goin nowhere. Spill."
"I came here to find my father." she said in a hurry, bending down to drop the paper on the floor and grab the bag of condoms before dumping them out on the bed. Hoping he would leave it at that.
"Elaborate." Mac requested, using his favorite new word.
"Seriously? You would rather hear my fucked up life story than have sex?" She snapped. "Are you fucking high right now?"
"Come on an spit it out goddamnit!" he snapped back at her.
"Fine! My mother was a junkie prostitute who took her hatred for the world and herself on me. When I was seven years old I watched her OD and I loved every second of it. I murdered her. I purposely didn't call 911 so she would die. I conned her drug dealer into taking me in. Got him to teach me how to cook. A little more than five months ago I was kidnapped and tortured within an inch of my life for my recipe by the Colombian competition. The guy who took me in and his men saved me, died in the process. Spent months in the hospital recovering. Immediately I came here after getting out, retrieving supplies, and this picture of my mother." She gasped for a breath before yanking open her bedside drawer, shoving the picture in his face before flipping it over and showing him the writing on the back. "She once told me my father was in the other half. He wrote the message on the back. It was taken in the Luna Mesa."
Mac stared at her wide eyed as he processed all the information he'd just received.
'Damn n' here I thought ma life was fucked.' he thought, watching as she stuffed the picture back away and sat down again with an exasperated huff, examining each pack of condoms.
"Her pleasure or ultra thin?" she asked with a frown. Talk about a mood killer.
Mac perked right back up though. Shoving all thoughts of her fucked up life story from his mind when she started undressing.
"Neither. Damn well better fuck me bare woman."
Kristy rolled her eyes, leaving to retrieve the extra wide bungee cords she'd bought at the hardware store earlier.
"My pleasure it is." she muttered at him when she returned with the cords and snatched the sheet off him, uncovering him to her gaze.
She felt an ache spread through her lower stomach at the sight of him hard and spread out for her.
"Tha fuck 'er those fer?" Mac asked nervously, a little alarmed as he watched her hook one underneath the bed's frame on one side before making her way to attach it on the other after stretching it across his hips.
"These are to make sure you can't move. I'm the one fucking you. Remember that." she made quick work of the rest, securing him in place so he couldn't thrust even a centimeter off the bed.
Kristy climbed on the mattress, straddling his upper thighs and sitting back in the space of his forcibly spread legs. She read the back of the box carefully, twice.
"Cummon already!" Mac nearly whined before catching himself and turning it into a growl, just as she opened the box and sat back up on him.
"Shut up or I will gag you." she growled back while ripping the foil packet in between her teeth.