Raging Hard(136)
“Okay, come in.”
Jess walked in and sat down on the bed, placing the gray thing flat on the comforter. She flipped open the top and I realized that it was a portable DVD player. I laughed.
“I haven’t seen one of those in a while.”
She grinned at me. “Yeah, I know. The film industry can be a little backward sometimes.”
I sat down next to her. “So what’s the point of this again?”
“No real point. Just trying to get a second opinion. Ready?”
“Sure. Ready.”
I wasn’t ready. Not even close to ready.
She hit play.
I watched as Lincoln and Misty walked into an expensive-looking restaurant and were lead into a private room. Lincoln looked like his usual confident self, despite the cane, and Misty was dressed in an entirely inappropriate outfit. She clearly was trying to shove her tits in Lincoln’s face.
He pulled her chair back like a gentleman, and they settled down to order drinks.
“Dirty martini for me,” Misty said. “Extra dirty.” She gave Lincoln a look as she said it and winked.
The camera cut to Lincoln. He was giving her his usual grin. Was he seriously falling for that bullshit?
Next, Lincoln ordered a whisky, and the waiter left.
“So, Misty,” Lincoln said. “Let me ask you something.”
She leaned forward, batting her eyes at him, pressing her tits together. It was almost disgusting the way she was throwing herself at him. “Okay. Ask me anything you want. I’ll tell you absolutely anything.”
The camera showed Lincoln’s satisfied grin again, his eyes clearly raking up and down her body.
“How old are you, Misty?” he asked.
“Twenty-three.”
She was clearly lying, but Lincoln just kept smiling at her. The waiter returned with their drinks, and they ordered their food.
Of course she gets a salad at a steak house,
I thought to myself bitterly.
Once the waiter left, Misty spoke.
“So, Based. What do you like to do?”
“I like to play the piano.” The camera cut to Misty’s reaction, a big smile, and then back to Lincoln. “What about you?”
“I like to party. Do you like to party?”
The camera cut to Lincoln. “Sure, that’s great.”
I narrowed my eyes. Was he serious? Was this whole thing for real? Did he seriously spend the whole night flirting with this girl only to come home and fuck me? For a second, I was beginning to feel dirty. I was finding the whole thing really hard to believe, but the evidence was right there.
The camera cut to Misty. “You’re so funny!”
Lincoln just grinned at her and sipped his whisky.
“What is your favorite drink, Lincoln?”
“I don’t know. I’ve always been a whisky guy.”
Suddenly, the camera cut and showed Misty’s foot slowly move up Lincoln’s leg. It cut again and showed Lincoln’s grin as he sipped his whisky, clearly not minding her advances. I felt a little sick.
“You’re so much like Daddy,” Misty said.
I groaned out loud, and Jess gave me a little smile.
“There’s something sexy about a man drinking whisky,” Misty continued.
“Why do you think that is?” Lincoln asked.
“It’s masculine. I love men when they’re manly.”
She might be the dumbest person in the world,
I thought to myself. And yet Lincoln seemed to be eating her cutesy bullshit up.
“What do you think is manly?” he asked.
“I love tattoos, like yours. And men that aren’t afraid of anything, like you.”
“So you think I’m manly?”
“Extremely.”
The camera cut, and the waiter appeared with their food. Misty ordered another drink, “just as dirty,” and Lincoln just smiled at her as she winked again.
The waiter left. “You know, Lincoln, one of my favorite things in the world is wearing silky, sexy underwear,” Misty said.
“Right, totally,” he grunted.
“I think you’d like it. Pink and easy to rip off.”
“Sounds nice,” he said. The camera cut to him grinning.
“I can be very convincing,” she said, her foot running up his thigh again.
“I’m sure you can be, Misty.”
The scene ended with them eating and smiling at each other.
Jess closed the player. I sat back, shock rolling through my body. I resisted the urge to wretch.
“What do you think?”
I looked at her, struggling to keep my face passive. “Looks like they had fun.”
“Crazy, right?”
“I guess so. Isn’t that Lincoln’s thing?”
“Totally. Do you think it’s too much though?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t know anything.”