Shock

On my way up the front steps of the ΕΛΤ house to meet with a new client, I get a message on my phone cancelling my appointment with said client. A little more advance warning would be nice, I think. On the bright side, Noelle should be in her room . . . I head upstairs, thinking about all the ways we’ve fucked in the month or so we’ve been together; by the time I reach the second floor, my prick is long and hard. I daydream my way down the hall—but my reverie is broken, just as I raise my hand to knock on her door, by a loud contralto moan. I freeze, my mind racing in disbelief. A man’s voice growls, “Take that cock, bitch.” As I listen more closely, I can hear the slapping of flesh. “Take it like a good little whore.”

Another wordless sound, then Noelle cries out, “Fuck yeah, stud. Make me your bitch. Take me—hard—give your horny little bitch what she needs. Pound that little bitch pussy with that big fucking cock.”

In a daze, I turn away from the door. My mind is checked out; my feet carry me stumbling down the stairs. On my way out of the house, I run into Alyssa—almost literally. “Andrew?” she gasps. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“Not here,” I mutter. “Not in public.”

“OK, then come with me,” my partner says firmly, seizing my elbow and leading me down to the bedroom I use in the basement. She closes the door behind us and turns to me; I stumble over to the loveseat and drop to the cushions. With an expression that makes it clear she expects a straight answer, Alyssa asks, “Tell me—what’s going on?”

“Noelle decided she wanted sex this afternoon,” I mumble. Alyssa looks at me in complete incomprehension. “She didn’t invite me.”

Incomprehension is replaced with an aghast expression. “She what?!” Alyssa gasps.

“She’s in her room fucking some guy,” I say dully.

“Wait there,” she says. I do as I’m told. I sit like a lump, not really thinking. She picks up her phone and turns away to call someone. I hear a low-voiced conversation, but I’m not interested enough to try to listen.

After a few minutes, Alyssa sits down beside me. She reaches out to lift my chin so she can look me in the eyes. “I’m sorry, Andrew,” she says. “I’ve never really liked Noelle, but I never thought she’d do anything like this to you.” I don’t have anything to say, so I say nothing. “But you have friends here,” she continues. “You’ve made a lot of friends, and we’re on your side. I can’t change what she’s done, but I can promise you we’ll do what we can to make her pay.

“And I can promise you one other thing,” Alyssa says, sliding off the loveseat to land on her knees. She unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants. “Lift up,” she commands. I don’t have it in me to challenge her, so I do as she says; she pulls my boxers down along with my jeans and leaves them around my ankles. “I promise I’ll do whatever I can to take your mind off the little slut.” She pulls off her shirt, leaving her nipples standing proudly exposed, then bends her head to take my cock between her lips.