Page 4 of Lethal Seduction

Truth be told, it made me sad when I found out she auditioned for the role of Katniss Everdeen in the teen dystopianThe Hunger Gamesbut lost out to J-Law. I’m an aspiring actor too, and after becoming friends, I found out we both auditioned on the same day, acting our asses off, desperate for a part in the movie. But at that time we hadn’t yet met each other. Our star-crossed paths hadn’t converged—or some crazy shit like that. I never took much stock in astrology or meditation, but Tina and I both went to see a past life regressionist last Christmas, and she filled our heads with some crazy stuff. Who would have thoughtI was once the scribe to the most famous Egyptian Pharoah of all time, Ramses the Second?

Anyway, unlike me, once the movie released, Tina became obsessed with anything remotely similar to the movie—thus the reason we’re out here at an archery range before seven in the damn morning. Despite my aversion to weapons and outdoor things, she’d convinced me with her big teary eyes, that it would be somehow good for me to practice with her. That at some point in the future these skills might come in handy. I couldn’t bear to see her reduce herself to begging… again, so I’d agreed to get a membership to this place with her.

Now, Tina slowly pulls back the bow, leveling the point at the target, and pauses. I wait… and wait. It seems as though she’s never going to release the shaft. Her outstretched arm begins to tremble under the strain. This could get ugly. Should I take cover? Warn her to be careful?

“For fuck’s sake, Tina,” I say. “Shoot the damned thing.”

She lets the string slide past her fingertips, releasing the arrow. It hurtles toward the target before slamming through the bullseye with a solid thud. The shaft penetrates the hay bale and momentarily quivers.

I jump up from my chair and pump my hips as if I’m topping theInvisible Man. “Damn, you’re good.”

She flicks her hair to the side and smiles. “Don’t hurt yourself, bestie. You haven’t thrust those hips like that in a while.” She puts her hands over her ears. “Don’t you dare tell me about your prom night story again… I can’t take it.”

“Girl, don’t you know it?” I haven’t been in a real relationship in a while and as she points out, I always manage to compare every experience I have to what happened at my high school senior prom. The theme was Reach for the Stars, but all I could remember was the reach around I got in the handicapped stall in the boy’s bathroom. Damn, he was so fucking hot. I neverimagined I would be fucked that night by the star quarterback, Ricky Diaz. I close my eyes and for a split second, it’s as if I’m teleported back in time. Breathing deep, I can still smell the urinal cakes and industrial-strength floor cleaner they use in the school bathrooms. The drip of the sink. The slippery floor tiles all around the urinals.

"Hey, aren't you gonna use that private stall?" Ricky asked in his deep baritone voice, gesturing to the one directly next to me. His breath was warm against my ear, making me shiver pleasurably. My heart pounded like a drum as I watched him approach, admiring his broad chest and muscular arms adorned with deltoids that could rival any Greek god's. The stall door clicked shut behind him, leaving us alone in a cocoon of anonymity and taboo desire.

As he unzipped his white tuxedo pants, revealing a pair of black boxers underneath, my cheeks flushed hotter than the pent up load of cum I hadn’t released since yesterday. Ricky’s hard-on strained against the fabric, and I found myself mesmerized by its length and girth – it was like nothing I'd ever seen before or since. He stepped closer, our thighs brushing against each other, sending waves of excitement coursing through me. Without thinking too much about it, I reached out tentatively to touch him; he let out a low moan as my fingers grazed over his thick shaft, delighting in the velvety smooth skin beneath my trembling fingertips.

He guided my hand along his engorged member, showing me exactly how he liked it done as he wrapped one hand around mine and began to stroke both of us in tandem. The texture was different from what I'd imagined; sticky yet silky at the same time. His cock twitched under my touch as he leaned in close enough for our lips to brush against each other's neck. "You want this?" he whispered hoarsely into my ear before moving lower down towards my aching shaft. As if by divineintervention, my pants seemed to unbutton themselves and fell to the floor. Within seconds, I was sitting on the toilet and the guy’s heavy balls were slapping me on the chin. After that, the Beverly Hills High School’s best chance at a Football State Championship and I went for round two in the back of Ricky’s truck.

A gust of hot Santa Anna wind blew me back to reality. The dingy men’s bathroom replaced by a lush green archery range. Ricky’s handsome face now my best friend, Tina’s.

I shake away my nostalgia. One thing I was certain of, Ricky Diaz arguably had the biggest dick I’d ever seen. The unexpected encounter that fateful night wasn’t how I’d planned to spend the best fifteen minutes of senior prom, but it sure was the most memorable.

It was truly magical.

“I’m one badass bitch.” Tina twirls in place before throwing caution aside, sprinting for the target. Clearly unconcerned for her own safety as everyone else at the range is still firing off projectiles of death, she does a perfect cartwheel, double round off flip as she reaches the target to gather her arrow. Throwing her arms up into the air, she arches her back just enough to easily snatch the arrow from the target.

I watch as she rips the target sheet from the stand. Tina tosses her head back while raising her right hand in a three-finger salute of tribute-victory, or is it for solidarity? I really can’t remember; I’m usually drunk by the time we get to that part of the movie.

“Get back here before you die,” I call out to her. “I don’t know how I’m going to explain to your mom that you got shot… again.”

Tina jogs back, smiling from ear to ear. “It was just a flesh wound. Nothing Katniss couldn’t handle.” She flicks an errant hair out from the side of her mouth.

“Yes, but Katniss andThe Hunger Gamesare fictional, and the only game we’ve successfully played is pin-the-cock on the stripper.” I laugh to encourage her not to think too much into the disappointing past.

“No, that’s the game you’re good at. I’m classy.” Tina strikes a pose, tossing her hair to the side and then checking her nails. For what, I don’t know, but she seems to have taken to the pose lately.

“Oh, right. Day drinking and making out with my sister’s boyfriend was sure classy of you.” I roll my eyes and lovingly snap my fingers in her face.

“Again, that was you.”

“It was not…” I cock my head and hip to the side for a second. The way she pinches her mouth together triggers a memory. “Oh, yeah. That was me.” I coyly pick at my cuticle and bite my bottom lip. “I can’t believe Lisa ever thought her boyfriend was straight in the first place. I guess in some small way, I did her… and him, a huge favor. See… I’m a giver.”

“You two would have made a really cute couple,” she says. “He was ruggedly handsome, older, well-established.”

“Don’t start.”

She gives me a pouty face. “I just want you to find a nice guy who will treat you well.”

“And… support me so I don’t have to work my life away. I could use a life of luxury.” I smile but look away. Truth be told, I would settle for someone who truly loved me and treated me well. Unfortunately, the dating scene is all about the hookup, and that gets old—fast. The connection I felt with the guy who took my virginity had been fleeting but powerful, and I’ve never been able to replicate it with anyone else.

“Hey, stop that,” Tina says. “I recognize the look on your face.”

“What look?” I try desperately to appear innocent, but I know damn well what she’s talking about.

“The one where you’re thinking about Ricky. Stop it.”

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