Page 31 of Rawest Venom

Near ten p.m., Jane arrives at Larry’s shitty box ranch house. His security system is much too lax for growing as much as he does in his basement. Sure, we need the product for a hybrid, but I’m more interested in the scene unfolding before me. As if I swallowed a snare, my pulse pounds harder in time with the music playing in my head. Sousa.

Commandeering his hidden security cameras, Iobserve Jane knock on his front door, rubbing her arms as if she’s cold. A half smirk forms on my lips at her insistence on beinghot natured. Larry takes his time getting up from his recliner, his large body waddling to greet her. Brushing back some greasy black hair that’s fallen in his face, he shoves his oversized glasses up his nose, then smiles at her and welcomes her in. Without a hint of subtlety, his hand reaches down to adjust himself in his sweatpants, the action directly observed by Jane’s bowed head. She’s good, though. There’s only a flash of disgust that I can read between her eyes before she gives him a sly smile.

After an invitation, she sits on the sofa, and he takes position back in his recliner while I fiddle with the feed to find the sound. Finally, it pops up through my headset, drowning out the sound of “The Thunderer” playing in my temporal lobes.

“So, if you want the product…Cal said you’d do it.” His voice comes out breathy as he huffs from his trip to the door.

“Cal said?” Jane’s red eyebrow perches as she tilts her head in disbelief.

“Yep. Didn’t he tell you whatever it takes?”

Here it is…the moment I’ve been waiting for. My dick grows hard with anticipation, so much so, it bobs free when I reach down to lower my jeans and underwear. Holding it still with one hand, I wait while Jane bites her bottom lip, scanning the room. No doubt to see if I am watching or not. But…you’re in Appleton, Jane. HowcouldI be watching?

Licking my lips, I let my thumb rub over the head ofmy cock. Her hesitation causes it to throb and ache with need. What will she do?

“Yeah, okay. I’ll do it.” Jane stands and shrugs off her leather jacket, leaving it on the sofa, then rubs her palms together quickly like she’s preparing for a fight. Walking over to his chair, she kneels before him as he pulls down his sweatpants, revealing his short, squat dick almost covered by a stomach roll. From the angle I observe, it doesn’t even look that hard.

Larry leans back some as Jane lowers her head to his crotch. Swirling her tongue, she avoids any eye contact with him as he moans from the first touch. Mimicking her movements, I twirl the pad of my thumb around my tip. When her mouth dips, my hand strokes. As she cups his balls, my left hand does the same. Her cheeks sink in, and I apply more pressure, panting out breaths as I get closer to climax while she works him over.

Larry grips the back of her head and, just as he is about to come, she peers up in the corner at the camera, her eyes widening with realization. While watching her watch me, I groan and thrust my hips into my hand, spurting ropes of cum all over my thighs.

Jane sits back on her heels and spits his spunk on the old shag rug, wiping her mouth with her hand while eyeing the camera in the corner suspiciously.

“Yes, you made the wrong choice, Jane,” I say aloud to no one. If she picked him…that means she isn’t pickingme.

Seems like it’s time to tighten my puppet’s strings.

Twelve

JANE

Terror. It’s creeping in like a kudzu. It’s impossible to get rid of once it takes root. Cal’s gaze dances across where our hands touch on the workbench, then up to my face as he explains how to fix a broken motherboard. It’s not the words he speaks, nor the way he emphasizes them with his honeyed voice.

No. It’s what heisn’tsaying that has me on edge.

Did he see me? Is that possible? And, if he did, what would he do about it? Would he be jealous? Livid? Indifferent? Proud?

I did it to get the product, to win. So that I would do everything to get him back on my side. Did I go too far? Should I not have?

All those concerns rail through my mind repeatedly until my stomach twists in knots. I’ve barely eaten since the mission, not only because the taste of Larry warred in my mouth, but mainly from this intense need to know if Calknows.

“So if there’s any band loose here, you’ll have to replace it. The entire thing is basically shot.”

My head bobs up and down as if I’d just clung to every word. Cal steadies himself to fix the destroyed pieces and stares at the mess in front of him, asking, “How was the mission? Did you have any trouble?”

Was there any inflection there? The acid in my guts threatens to come up. Shaking my head, I clear my throat. “No. Nope. No problem. I gave the product to Elliot like you told me to.”

His eyes crawl up my arm before greeting mine. “Good. Glad you didn’t have any issues. Did you have to do anything in order to get Larry to comply?”

I hear more than feel the deep breath enter my lungs before my mouth opens to speak. “N-no. He just let me have it.”

That heavy brow crinkles as he continues to stare at me, the coldness of it like the surface of the moon, devoid of life, empty. “Well, you sound easy.” Blinking rapidly, I gasp in shock.

“Wh-what?”

“The mission. I said, that sounded easy.”

“O-oh. Yes, it was.” Had I misheard him? The blood pulsating in my ears is making it difficult to concentrate.

---