I scoffed, raking a hand through my hair in agitation. “You call a thousand hours of community service and anger management classes getting off easy?”

“Yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth that looked flawlessly white against her chocolate complexion. “If it’d been another judge, he would’ve thrown the book at you.”

“Well good thing we had your buddy here to save my ass from the pen. I’m curious as to the sort of favors you had to call in though. Maybe you’re letting good ole Judge Sims get in a few good billable hours?”

“You’re such a fucking little ingrate. Alan and I have tried to do the best we can for you, but I guess there’s no helping someone who doesn’t want it. I don’t know how you and Noah can be related, let alone be twins. You’re lucky he cares about you so much, otherwise...”

“Save it. I don’t need the goddamn lecture. But thanks for bailing my ass out, you’ve been a real doll.”

“You better show up for that outpatient group therapy, Maddox. You miss one and you end up in prison. And I won’t be there to represent you.”

She was saying all this to my back as I walked away. “Say hello to Carle for me.”

“Stay the hell away from my daughter!” The smirk on my face grew a little wider as I heard her curse the hell out of me.

Chapter 5

Maddox

As expected, Dro was pissed about the loss of his money and drugs. But I quickly figured out a way to repay him every last penny of the three grand the cops confiscated. Seeing as I learned to fuck in front of cameras from a very young age, I figured why not capitalize on what Daddy Dearest taught me. A few months into eighteen, I bought a domain name and Two-4-One was born. Two snatches. One dick. I didn’t date girls. I fucked them in front of a camera in pairs. After that, I wanted nothing to do with them.

I’m not the flowers and candy type of guy. I don’t take girls out on dates with the hopes of getting a chaste goodnight kiss at the end of the night. Girls—women, are a means to an end. Always have been. I get off. They get off. That’s the scope of my generosity. Pussy, money, drugs, and Noah. Not particularly in that order but that’s what it’s come down to for me. I’m as shallow as they come. Some girls think I’m emotionally stunted. So they go out of their way to try and ‘fix’ me, try to make me dateable. The boyfriend that’ll give a fuck about the tedious shit in their lives. But that’s their problem, not mine. My main concerns are how far they’ll allow me to push their sexual limits and how good they looked on camera sprayed with my cum. Two-4-One was about the ‘Sluts of Brigham High.’

I know, I know. One would probably be thinking right about now that I’m a piece of shit. Well shame on them for actually thinking I give a fuck about their opinion. I’ve embraced each and every one of my faults. Besides, if it helps them sleep better at night, the girls are all consenting adults and all over the age of eighteen. The ones I fucked were desperate for a little camera time and were all as horny as I was. Case in point, Bria Daniels and Grace Logan. I wasn’t a one-girl sort of guy. It didn’t take much to convince them to participate in my little movies. Of course, there was the money, but Bria and Grace had been on my dick since the better part of our sophomore year. Last night, I finally gave them the opportunity to ride it together. They both weren’t much to look at, but the fact they had nice bodies made fucking them tolerable.

It’s now three A.M. “Maddox,” I hear Grace call. She’s lounging across my bed, her left arm propping her head up as she looks at me with gleaming brown eyes. She’s a genuine redhead. None of that god-awful rainbow-bright shit that comes in a bottle and makes it look like a girl’s done a stint in a fucking B-rated horror movie. The carpet matches the drapes. Not typically a redhead sort of guy, but like I said, she’s easy pussy. Her hair is mussed, tumbles around her face in that disheveled way that makes it look like she just had the best lay of her life. And seeing as she was a virgin, I’m thinking I was. Not bragging here, but I’m fucking confident in fucking. I know my shit. I know pussy and I know how to fuck. Grace is another notch. Bria I’ve had before. Two more flags, among dozens of others, I’ve stake in the glorious South Seas. She’s still flush in the face, red cheeks, kiss-bruised mouth, and the faintest hint of my handprint around her pale throat. Not my idea. Completely hers. That surprised me. The virgin is into erotic asphyxiation. I’m telling you, it’s always the quiet ones. Shy and sweet but freaks in bed. I wasn’t complaining.

“Max.” There’s a breathy quality to her voice now that I’m guessing is supposed to sound sexy. It’s not. It’s fucking irritating. In fact, the moon-eyed way she’s looking at me now is making me nauseated. The sheets rustle around her as she comes to a sitting position. There’s a smile on her mouth. “Come back to bed.” She pats the bed invitingly.

“Yeah, come back to bed, Max.” Bria pokes her dark green-colored blond head from under the burgundy, downy blanket and turns her head to look at me with sleepy eyes. A smile like the one Bria is sporting curls her lipstick-smeared mouth.

I’m so fucking done with them. I take a moment to glance up from tinkering with the tripod across the room and say, “Fun’s over. Get the fuck out.”

I hear Grace gasp, see her eyes widen a little because she can’t possibly believe I’m not interested in a second round. And I’m not going to lie and say I don’t enjoy that look. I fucking live for this moment after. The moment I tell them to fuck off. Thanks for the screw, sluts, now vacate the premises.

I look at Bria and she’s looking back. Unfazed. She knows the fucking drill by now so there’s no reaction from her. I hear her sigh before she sits up. Big double D’s, white, and fucking luscious bounce as she gets off the bed.

“What…? Why?”

Grace’s question draws my gaze away from a silent Bria searching the floor for her clothes. I frown and stare at her.

“You’re shit in bed, Grace.” I don’t like beating around the bush. Fuck. That’s a terrible pun. “Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed how tight you were. Great little gift, by the way. But I was fucking bored to tears. It’s a good thing we had Bria here. At least she knew her way around a dick. I should be pissed at you for making me waste my time. But instead I’m going to be nice about this and let you leave here with a little bit of dignity. So do us both a favor. Don’t fucking cry and don’t beg for God’s sake. Lift your head up, grab your shit, and leave quietly. Like Bria is doing.” This is damn near arousing for me.

“Maddox…please…I can do better. Maybe if we…practiced…”

I laugh. Genuine, gut-wrenching laughter spills out of me. It takes me a minute to compose myself again before I can look at her. I walk away from the tripod and proceed to the bathroom. “Sweetheart, there isn’t enough time in the day. But don’t worry, I’m sure the camera got your good side.”

“You’re a piece of shit, Max.” Ah, there goes Bria’s sunny disposition.

“Thanks, sweetheart, it’s never too early for the compliments. Now, be a dear and close the door behind you when you both leave. I need to take a piss.” I enter the bathroom. “And don’t steal anything either,” I call out, before I close the door behind me. It takes the length of me emptying my bladder and washing my hands before I finally hear the front door click shut. Good fucking riddance. My charity work is done for the week. Grace’s going to end up hating me. They always do. And when she does, she’ll realize like the rest of them that they’re better off. It’s all about money to me, anyway. Porn, like dealing, is part of my budding enterprise.