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,