Chapter 6

It’s dinnertime with Lotte’s family.

Lotte isn’t there. She’s at the school or whatever. It stands to reason that the family left you alone earlier because bothering Lotte was a higher priority for them. But with Lotte out of the picture, and you by far the most interesting thing in the room, they’re all over you with questions about America and FUTA.

All of them except Senna, who just smiles at you as she eats.

Famke asks about your family, and you tell her about your mother and your sister.

Linde asks what kind of music you listen to, and you tell her that you really like Ariana Grande lately.

Elenora doesn’t bring up her habit of openly jerking off in her office, but she does ask questions about your FUTA contract. Apparently, she’s upset that Lotte wouldn’t show her the new contract.

You try to answer those questions honestly, but you don’t really want to talk about money in front of them… you have to be a bit evasive.

Suze asks how you feel about the embarrassing, unnecessarily sexy antics that FUTA makes you do.

“I hate it,” you confess. “Some of it can be fun, but it’s mostly just embarrassing.”

They are all sympathetic and supportive. Except for Senna.

Marit asks how you and Lotte met. You **** on your food. Linde pounds your back, the light catching on her nose ring as she laughs.

“Um,” you say, looking around at them worriedly. “We weren’t friends at first. But we figured it out. Once we started to talk to each other a bit more calmly.”

Famke and Elenora look impressed with that answer. Linde rolls her eyes, and Marit looks intrigued.

After dinner, Linde corners you in the living room. You were going to sit down and watch some… Dutch Netflix or something until Lotte came home.

“Come out with me,” she says bluntly, out of nowhere. She stands in front of you in jeans with a studded belt and a black top that has a skeleton on it and says THE TROOPER.

“I’m sorry?”

“Come with me. To the bar. We can listen to music,” she says, grabbing your hand and pulling on you. Her English is not great. “Don’t be pussy.” Well, maybe it’s not so bad. Especially compared to your Dutch, which is nonexistent.

“Um,” you say uncertainly, standing up.

“I can’t let pussy date Lotte,” she says, squaring up to you.

You want to explain to her how indefinite articles work, but she’s coming on pretty strong.

“I want to talk to you,” she says pushily.

You look around for help, but no one’s around except… Lotte. You jump in surprise, then realize it’s not her. It’s Senna. She’s leaning on the doorframe, watching.

“If you don’t want to go with her, you can stay here with me,” she says, planting a hand on her hip.

“Sold,” you say to Linde. “Let’s get a beer.”

“Good! I knew you are not pussy,” Linde says, looking stoked. She slaps your shoulder and leads you out of the house. It’s getting dark, but the town is looking cute in the evening with all the lights coming on. This would be a sweet place to live. You don’t hate Gurlberg, but you like the whole walking and bikes thing more than absolutely having to have a car to go anywhere.

The bar is not very big. It’s kind of crummy looking but that’s because these buildings are all very old. It’s super crowded and noisy; you can before you get through the door.

But Linde pulls you inside, and you have to fight your way to the bar. There, you ask for beer, but Linde stops you.

“No! No beer yet! Pussy!”

“What?” You shout over the music as she hands you a glass. Oh gosh. What’s this? Is this vodka? “We’re drinking this straight?” you ask her in disbelief, but she’s already chugging hers down. “Oh my god.”

“Pussy,” she accuses, putting her glass down.

“OK, can we stop using that word?” you ask, irked. You take a drink, but don’t pound the whole glass like she did. You aren’t stupid. “Do you come here with Lotte a lot?”

“Yes,” Linde replies. “I make her come.”

“Phrasing,” you reply.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You sit and listen to the music with her. It’s a bit hardcore for your tastes, but the bar is full of people, and these Dutch girls know how to dress sexy. They also don’t care about personal space at all, so it’s not all bad as they’re brushing and rubbing past you constantly.

“Look!” Linde says, pointing. You turn to look at the TV. It’s a FUTA ad, and there’s a clip from one of your games, showing you running and… you blush and quickly take a drink. You don’t think about how you look on camera, but it’s part of sports: you hate the way your chest bounces in slow motion in these shots.

You look back up in time to see a sexy shot of Adella, bulging in her tight shorts next to the FUTA logo, giving the camera a sultry look.

You are blushing so hard. You finish your drink.

“Come! Pussy! Come!” Linde yanks on your arm.

“What?” you protest as she pulls you off your stool and through the crowd. She takes you into a hallway, then into a restroom that is clearly marked as being out of order. Like, you can’t read the sign, but it’s just obvious.

It’s a dingy little room with a pair of holes in the wall.

“No fucking way,” you say, but Linde isn’t hearing you. She just goes right up to the wall and taps. “Linde,” you start to say, but before you can even begin to confront her, a chubby cock pokes through the hole. Then another one, this one bigger and longer.

“Mine,” Linde says, going to the larger of the two and dropping to her knees.

The loud music is muffled by the walls, but it’s still chaotic. You stare in disbelief as she gives the cock a few tugs, and takes it into her mouth.

“Are you kidding me?” you say.

She pulls free and looks at you. “Pussy.”

“Is this a courage test? Because it’s terrible,” you accuse, folding your arms.

“Empathy test,” she replies, then gives the cock another suck. You hear a pleasured squeal from the other side of the wall.

“What?”

“Look at it,” Linde says, mumbling around the cock in her mouth. She points at the other erection. “Look how sad it is! You are cruel! You are monster! Pussy monster.” She goes back to sucking.

Un-fucking-believable. You snort, watching her go to town with her mouth. Maybe there is not much to do in small, Dutch towns? You don’t know. Everyone can have their hobbies, but bringing you along when she just met you?

“Don’t be pussy,” she mumbles, pushing the cock up and licking the underside.

The other cock wiggles impatiently, and you can’t help it. You laugh and walk over, turning around and leaning with your back against the wall. Without looking at it, you reach down and grasp the chubby little shaft. You know what you’re doing, and in less than thirty seconds there’s a hoarse gasp from behind you, and a fresh load is shining on the floor. The penis throbs adorably in your hand. You let go.

Linde looks shocked.

“I am impress,” she says, ignoring the dick in her hand. She’s still jerking it absently, but focused on you. “So fast.”

“Very impress,” you reply, rolling your eyes. You can’t believe she brought you here for this.

“Yes,” she says seriously, giving you an approving look.

She jumps as the cock in her hand leaps, spewing jizz onto her shoulder and neck. Swearing in Dutch, she gets out of the way in time to avoid the next shot.

This family. Are they all idiots?