Page 22 of Bait

“I’m your only roomie.”

She laughs. “Well then, lucky you.”

She suddenly clicks on the lights, and I quickly look away, grabbing a hoodie from my bed and yanking it over my head. I bunch the hood around my neck, praying it covers the marks from Oliver’s mouth.

Kempton snorts as I turn back, eyeing me.

“You look like you just rolled out of bed.”

I roll my eyes. “Thanks. Just a long ass day.”

“Well, happy birthday.”

She hands me a wrapped box with a silver bow on it and card attached.

“You didn’t have to, you know.”

She grins. “Yeah I did.”

“Thanks, Kemp.”

I open the card first, which just says “You’re legal!” inside, scrawled in Kempton’s curly, swirly handwriting. I laugh, hoping it covers the blush on my face thinking about earlier as I open the box.

“Kempton!”

The first thing I see is tits. Big, enormous, fake-looking tits. And above it, the owner of the tits has her painted lips wide open while she holds a big, hard cock inches from them.

It’s a porn magazine. Kempton’s gotten me porn. She howls with laughter at my blushing face.

“Seriously?” I groan.

“Hell yeah! You’re legal now, bitch! There’s more in there too.”

I roll my eyes. “I don’t want more porn, Kemp.”

“It’s notjustporn, jeez.”

I take the first magazine out, cringing at the “Double D Dick-Suckers” name emblazoned at the top, only to find another one called “Rough Luv” underneath featuring a cowboy wearing just a hat and a holding a rifle over his junk. Beneath that, and the handful of other gross and tacky porn, I find a pack of cigarettes, a lighter with a candle on it, and five scratch lotto tickets.

“Right, because I’m eighteen,” I sigh.

“Yup!” Kempton cackles. “So now you can legally own and buy all this shit.”

“Oh, goodie, I can’t wait to take up smoking while I page through gross porn mags.”

“Don’t forget the lotto tickets. If you win, I want half, by the way.”

“Kempton, your father was on the cover of Time MagazineandForbes in the last six months.”

She grins. “And your dad owns a yacht big enough to rescue the city of New York from a flood. What’s your point?”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Fine, we split the ten bucks I might win.”

“Damn right we will.”

She grins. “You see the cock on the cover of that first one?”

I blush crimson.

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