The Cage Sessions

Chapter 28





"Oh my God, that was amazing!" I say to Jasmine, my face buried in her chest as she strokes my hair.

"Almost too good, girl," she says.

I feel The Beast move.

Oh God no. I'm sore. Spent. Nearly shitfaced.

"I gotta get home," I say.

"You ain't goin' nowhere, girl," says Jasmine as she leaps off the couch.

I sit up. Still feeling the vodka, even though we must have fucked some of it off.

"Maybe you're right," I say. "Gotta call my mom, then, and let her know I won't be home."

"Your mom?" says Jasmine. "What are you, twelve?"

"I know, I know. I've got some... issues."

Jasmine goes over to the kitchen counter and makes two more drinks.

"Where's your bathroom?" I say.

"Around the corner to the right," she says.

Jasmine's apartment is spectacular. High ceilings. Funky art. Big long glowing lights that cast a colorful warmness all around. An exotic fish tank.

The bathroom is bigger than the kitchen. A giant hot tub sits under a high octagonal window. Bright white marble with black streaks all over the sink area.

Nice.

I clean myself up a little, then take out my cell phone. I realize I'm standing naked in front of the mirror again.

Is this how it's going to be with me? Fuck a new person every week, then stand in their bathroom in front of a mirror and call my mom?

How many people am I going to fuck really? All I wanted was Damien but I'm up to six now. That doubles my all-time score.

In a week.

Not sure how I feel about that.

On one hand, I feel like a slut.

On the other hand, I feel like an overjoyed human being finally letting loose her sexuality.

How can something feel so wrong and so right at the same time?

I look at my phone. Missed call and message from an unknown number. Fine. Whatever. Can't deal with that now. It'll keep. I go to Contacts and hit Mom.

"Hello," says my mom.

"Hi mom," I say.

"You've been drinking."

How could she tell from 'Hi, mom?'

"Mom, I'm staying at Iz's tonight," I say.

There is a long silence on the other end of the line.

"So I'm just calling to let you know, okay?" I say.

"Fine," she says, in that I-know-you're-up-to-something-bad tone.

If only she knew how bad. I'd be disowned. Seriously.

Jasmine appears in the doorway, leaning on the jamb.

The Beast dangles. Jasmine gives him a flop. Then squeezes him. He springs to life.

"Well, fine," says my mom. "I'm glad you're okay."

"So I'll talk to you later, okay?" I say, hypnotized by the big black swaying cock.

"Wait! I have something to tell you. They sentenced that guy."

Jasmine pulls her foreskin back, revealing the full stunning head of The Beast in all its glory. I swear I see the slit open and close a little, like it's saying something to me.

"Huh?" I say into the phone.

"That trial," says my mom. "The man who murdered the girl while they were playing sex games. He got life in prison."

"Uh-huh," I say, floating in my drunken spell.

I can't help myself. The Beast is like a drug. I fall to my knees and take the enormous tip into my mouth. I give a little suction. Jasmine inhales sharply.

"I'm so happy," says my mom. "He deserved it."

I pull off.

"Well, he did kill a girl," I say. "Murder is murder and should be punished."

Then I return to sucking.

I tilt the phone so the top listening part is at my ear and the bottom part is way out in space. Don't want to broadcast my slurps.

"Yes," says my mother. "But he did it while playing sex games!"

I feel Jasmine's tip at the back of my throat. I suck hard and pull off. There is a loud popping sound as I do so. Jasmine moans.

"What was that?" says my mom.

"Just me," I say. "I have a... kink... in my throat. Feels a little sore."

Jasmine puts her hand up to her mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Oh no," says my mom, "I hope you're not coming down with anything!"

"Oh," I say, "I think I might definitely be coming down with something."

Big suck. This cock is truly a work of art. Good job, God, if you're there! You outdid yourself with this one. (See mom, I pray!)

"Well," says my mom, "I just wanted to tell you that. All these people playing sex games should go to prison. Sex is not a game!"

My eyes open, The Beast firmly implanted in my mouth.

A rant comes to me... a good one. All about how people have the right to do whatever they want consensually with another person. Even sex games.

But I don't.

I've learned that much. Better to keep my mouth shut. Besides, I have better things to do with my mouth.

I take my anger out on The Beast, sucking it with full furor. Jasmine sinks her hands into the doorjamb and closes her eyes.