Lexi hadn't travelled through the winding back streets of the Southern Estate in a while. Not since her school days.
Nothing had changed, she realised as she looked about at the redbrick houses, lined with fences that were either recently painted or slapped with fading graffiti. In the distance, a man worked on his car, propped on bricks in his driveway. The sounds of clinking metal and cursing echoed up the street as the oil-covered man tinkered under the chassis.
Her shoes scraped on gravel as she ambled toward his driveway. As she passed the overgrown bushes, nearly taking her eye out on a branch, she spotted a white T-shirt hanging over the fence.
Stopping for a second, she stared blankly at it, picturing him wearing it.
With the hot afternoon sun beating down on her back she stood for a moment, wondering if she should turn back. Run home and never return.
"Are you sniffing my shirt?" a confused sounding voice asked.
She almost screamed as she spun to find a figure looming over her. For a terrible and humiliating second, she thought it was Aaron. He looked a lot like Aaron, but was taller and had darker, messier hair.
"O—oh, erm, I, e—erm," Lexi stammered, trying to find the words. The only word she really needed to say was 'no,' but for whatever reason, her lips refused to form the sound.
"Is there a medical reason for this stutter or... am I making you nervous?" the boy asked with a smirk.
She swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
"There's a kid at my school who stutters. I thought if I punched him every time he did it that might cure him," the lad said.
Lexi frowned.
"Did it work?" she asked, changing the subject in the hopes he would forget about her shirt sniffing.
"No," he replied. "He just cried a lot more."
Lexi wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that.
"Erm, does Aaron Riley still live here?" she asked finally, remembering why she was there.
"Aaron!" the lad shouted, earsplittingly loud.
Lexi winced and stepped back from him, turning to find a confused and angry looking Aaron emerging from the house.
"What do you want, Jayce?" he huffed.
"There's a girl here to see you," Jayce told him, his voice becoming oddly smug.
Aaron's nose wrinkled as he looked her up and down. Recognition sparked in his eyes, but that only made him look more confused.
"Lexi... Beswick?" he questioned, cocking his head.
"Aaron Riley." Lexi smiled and bit her lip. "I have something to ask you."
"You do?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah... can I come in?" Lexi asked. She wasn't willing to ask him out in the middle of the street.
"Sure," he muttered, turning to lead her into the house. "But this best not be some pyramid scheme thing."
Lexi chuckled, shaking her head. The doorway led into the living room, but he led her to the kitchen. She tried not to react to the absolute bombsite of a house, though it was difficult. Clothes piled up on the sofas and exercise bike as well as lining the radiators and clotheshorse.
The kitchen wasn't much better; pots stacked high in the sink, forming a precarious leaning tower held together with the cement of drying food scraps. It was worse than her University friends shared kitchen—the one her OCD-like brain forced her to clean at least once during a visit.
"So, if not a pyramid scheme, then what?" Aaron asked. He picked up a cup of tea from the side and sat at the table without offering her a drink.
'How very un-British of you,' she thought.
"You want an apology, I guess?" he said after taking a sip of his drink.
"Oh, erm, no," Lexi shook her head and laughed. "I was thinking about you and, well, I sort of missed you."
Aaron leaned forward, squinting as if he thought he'd misheard her.
"I was horrible to you," he said. "I was evil. I used to push you about, spit on you, force you to do my homework. You know what... thinking about it... I do owe you an apology."
Lexi didn't want him to apologise. It would ruin her fantasy.
"I liked it!" she cried, instantly shutting him up.
"You... you liked it?" he asked, frowning. "What do you mean, you liked it?"
Lexi didn't want to spell it out for him. He never got decent grades in school and rarely did his own work, but she hoped he was at least brainy enough to understand why she liked the bullying.
As he stared at her with a perplexed frown, she realised she was going to have to spell it out.
"It..." Lexi threw up her hands and looked to the right. "It turned me on."
When Aaron jutted his head back in, recoiling from the words, Lexi knew she'd made a mistake in coming here. He wasn't the sexual sadist of her dreams—just a cruel opportunist with poor social skills.
She was about to apologise for her weird and random visit and excuse herself when the younger brother walked in.
"Don't you start work at five?" he asked Aaron and flicked the wall clock with the pencil from behind his ear.
"Shit!" Aaron shot up from the table and ran to the door. He looked back at Lexi, muttered something under his breath and shook his head before leaving.
'I'll be thinking about this moment in bed at 3 am for many years to come,' Lexi thought, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her whole.
'At least it's over,' she consoled herself.
When she pushed the chair out from the table it hit something. Lexi turned to see Jayce standing over her.
"Not so fast," he said as he nudged the chair back in, wedging her against the table. He leaned over her, placing his palms flat on the table and twisting his head to look at her.
"Beswick," he said and made a clicking sound with his tongue. "You're Sam Beswick's sister."
"You know my brother?" she asked, wondering where he was going with this.
"I've never really had any dealings with him. He's not popular or unpopular. There was nothing about him that really stood out." Jayce tutted and signed. "Until now."
"W—what do you mean?" Lexi asked, feeling the cold fingers of dread creeping up her spine.
"Well now he's the brother of the girl who came to my brother, begging to be bullied because it turned her on in school," he said with a grin.
Hot and cold pins and needles pricked at every inch of Lexi's flesh.
'Oh God, he heard everything.'
...
'And he knows my brother.'
...
Of all the ways Lexi imagined this meeting going, none of her projections were quite as bad as the reality.
She pressed her eyes shut tight, hoping it might all be a bad dream. The thudding in her chest and the feeling of his breath on her neck told her it was real. A very real situation that required her imminent attention before it became any more messed up.
"Is there any chance you could... maybe... never ever speak of this ever again?" she asked.
She turned to look at him, pleading with her eyes and flashing him her most hopeful smile.
"Well that's no fun," he said. "You came here hoping to get bullied, right?"
Lexi shook her head. "I—it was stupid. I'm an idiot. I shouldn't have come here. I don’t know what’s wrong with me."
"And yet... you did," he said.
"Please..." she whispered.
"Please what?" he asked. His face was so close to hers she could smell the cigarette smoke on his breath.
"Please don't tell anyone," she finished.
"Hmm, you know, when it comes to bullying, I'm so much worse than my brother ever was. That said, I'll give you a choice. I can either tell your brother about this and leave him alone or I can make him my new pet victim and keep it to myself," Jayce said.
Because she'd been so sure he was going to offer to be her bully in his brother's place, it took her a moment longer than it should have to process his words.
He was giving her two equally bad options. A lose-lose situation.
It was so cruel and yet...
...
... she felt her heart beating faster.
It was inappropriate and weird and ridiculous that this situation was turning her on, but there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"Well? Pick then," he prompted.
"N—neither?" she asked.
He laughed. It was genuine sounding, rather than mean.
"That's not an option. Pick or I do both."
It was an impossible choice but failing to choose and picking both by default was worse.'So convince him to do neither,'she told herself."Why would you do this?" she asked. "You don't even know me. Why are you doing this to me?""I'm giving you what you wanted," he said. "Now pick. You have till the count of five.""Please, I'm begging you," she blurted.His breath tickled her neck as he snickered."Yeah?" he asked, twisting to face her with a half-smile.Lexi nodded, staring at him with the most pathetic eyes she could manage."You're begging me?" he asked, nodding back at her.Something in his expression was dark. Scary.Without warning, he grabbed her by the hair, pulled her from the chair and shoved her to the floor."If yo
Lexi took a sip of her tea. It didn't taste bad considering the cheap teabags and degree of limescale in the kettle.Her hand shook as she placed the mug back on the table, almost spilling the tea."Well," he prompted. "Spill it. And I want all the gory details."The idea of explaining her kinks and fantasies was far more humiliating than she'd expected. This guy was clearly a douchebag, yet she didn't want him to think badly of her.'I don't have a choice,'she reminded herself. If her brother got bullied because of her it would be horrifying. She imagined having to explain her fault to him, apologising for getting him into Jayce's crosshairs, and almost cringed out of her skin."Why do you want to know?" she asked, staving off the inevitable.Jayce shrugged. "I want to see you squirm. Don't tell me you were lying when you said you'd do anythin
"You called me a dirty slut," she reminded him."Yes, I did." Jayce flashed her a smug smile. "And you loved being called a dirty little slut, didn't you?"Lexi sucked in her chest, feeling defiant."What are you?" he asked, leaning in so close his forehead pressed against hers. His hair tickled her forehead as he pressed forward, making her shrink back.When she didn't answer, he grabbed her by the arm and spun her around. She gasped as he shoved her forward, pinning her to the wall and let out a cry as he twisted her arm in a direction it did not want to turn."Ouch, ouch, ouch," she gasped, shocked by the sudden onset of violence. It wasn't the pain that bothered her so much, but the casual way he ragged her about."If you want to do this the hard way it's all the same to me," he whispered into her ear. "The result will be the same in the end."&nbs
Lexi felt a hand on the back of her head at the same moment she felt the tip of his cock pressing into her lips. As soon as she opened her mouth, he shoved it down her throat, making her panic and choke. He pulled out, slapped her round the face with it and carried on.As he thrust in and out, she tried so hard to relax her throat and let him fuck her face but ended up choking again."You're reallyreallybad at this," he told her.Lexi swallowed away the mixture of saliva and precum so she could speak up for herself."Then let me suck it. I don't know how to deep throat. I'm... not a porn star," she said."I guess we can do it your way," he said.He stood still, letting her lick and suck at it. As she tried to slide it deeper into her mouth, she understood how big it was.'No wonder it made me choke.'
Lexi was just getting used to the layout of the University. It was so much bigger than her school, and she'd get lost every time her lessons were outside of the science block. She circled the English building, hoping to bump into anyone she recognised from her group. There were almost 200 students, but the area was deserted. There weren't even any staff members milling about in the background."Hey, there you are," Chris cried, appearing from the front entrance. "They moved us again so I figured you hadn't read the email.""Oh, damn, I should really start reading those," Lexi said. "Thank you for finding me.""No worries." Chris scratched his head and looked down as he led her towards the new classroom.When they arrived the teacher had already kicked off the lesson. Lexi did her best to close the door quietly but still received an angry glare from the moody lecturer.She r
When Lexi snuck into the kitchen, she checked the hallway to make sure nobody was lurking about. Her Mum did the night shift last night so would be sleeping and her brother wasn't exactly a 'morning person.'When she was certain nobody was about, Lexi opened the fridge and had a snoop around the bottom shelves. She picked up a cucumber, frowned at it and put it back."Sorry, Big Boy," she muttered, selecting a carrot instead."Are you talking to the vegetables?" Sam asked, appearing from behind with ninja-like stealth."Woah." Lexi almost jumped out of her skin. "You scared me!""I scared you?" Sam scoffed. "You're the one talking to a carrot. Weird breakfast by the way."He stood back and looked at her like she'd lost her marbles."It's a new diet I'm trying," she lied as convincingly as she could manage."But
When Lexi entered Jayce's room, he pulled the door shut behind her."What did he want?" he asked, looming over her with a dark expression."Oh, he just told me I'm stupid and not to come crying to him when the shit hits the fan," Lexi told him with a casual shrug."Heh." Jayce snickered. "Are you worried?"He looked down at her with a half-smile, biting his lip.'He's even fitter than I remembered,'Lexi thought, shaking her head slowly."Good." He sighed. "Now go and clean my bathroom and do a good job. You're making me dinner afterwards.""Okay," Lexi uttered. It wasn't exactly what she'd expected or dressed for.'But I said I'd do anything,'she thought.He placed a large hand around the base of her back and guided her towards the bathroom. After reaching
"Wha—what are you doing?" she asked as he pulled her into the bathroom and shoved her onto the freshly cleaned tiles.She had a sneaky suspicion of what the answer was, though she hoped it was wrong."What am I doing? What am I doing?" he asked, leaning in. "Whatever the fuck I want!""Okay," Lexi whispered, nodding. He scared her when he shouted. It made her feel thirteen again."Go on, take your dress off if you don't want to get it wet," he warned.Lexi crossed her arms and pulled the dress off in one swift movement. Not wanting to get ruined any further, she folded it and hung it over the side of the bath before turning back to Jayce and looking up at him."Ready?" he asked, eyes wide and manic.He didn't wait for a response, just grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced her head down, leading her toward the toilet b