Episode 128
A white Ferrari raced down the road, making a loud noise. The inside of the car was just as noisy, with suggestive moans mixing with the blaring music. Of course, neither Jeff, who was driving, nor the blonde giving him oral pleasure below could hear it.
Jeff was driving his white Ferrari for the first time in a while. In Las Vegas, he drove a red convertible; in LA, the white Ferrari; and in New York, a Mercedes. He had different cars for each city.
Jeff, who had brought the blonde he met in New York to LA, found their diligent mouth movements satisfactory. He was also pleased that their hair color was exactly the same as Mitchell’s. At a glance, they might look like Mitchell, but their actual face bore no resemblance.
The blonde, having lived their whole life like street trash, would do anything for money. They would obey Jeff’s every command, even licking spilled soup off the floor if ordered. They knew no shame. Even if they did, they had no choice but to submit. At least in the face of money.
As they approached the entrance of a quiet park, Jeff turned off the music and switched to the radio. Coincidentally, a familiar name came through.
“We have news that Mitchell Cronenwirth has finished filming ‘Racing Instinct’. Along with this, Mitchell Cronenwirth has completely halted his activities. It’s reported that he plans to spend his vacation at his Miami villa. From what I’ve seen of his new villa in photos…”
Jeff, who had hastily parked the car on the side of the road, squeezed his eyes shut.
“Hnngh!”
His body shuddered at the sudden release. If he hadn’t been careful, he might have crashed into a flowerbed. Fortunately, he narrowly avoided it, and the car wasn’t scratched.
The blonde quickly swallowed what entered their mouth. Even in the swaying car, their duty came first. They had to suck without letting a single drop escape.
The last time, they had stained Jeff’s underwear once. Despite it being his own fluid, Jeff was disgusted and got very angry.
It was during an outing in the car then too. The blonde had to face the consequences of their mistake, getting slapped and trampled all over by Jeff’s shoe. The wrist that was hit wrong at that time still ached.
Luckily, this time they handled it cleanly, so they raised their head with a small sigh of relief. After pulling up Jeff’s briefs, they even fastened the buckle. Meanwhile, Jeff enjoyed the lingering sensation while looking out the window.
“Hey.”
Jeff didn’t know the blonde’s name. He just called them “Hey” like now, or they would respond when he pulled their hair. There was no reason to know the blonde’s name. The blonde was just the blonde.
“Yes.”
“You see that man over there?”
The blonde looked where Jeff was pointing. There was a man wiping sweat from his forehead, holding a drink and wearing earphones. He looked like an ordinary man out for exercise.
“Yes.”
“Go in front of that man and pull down your pants.”
Jeff giggled, imagining something that hadn’t happened yet. The blonde was shocked enough not to answer immediately, but this wasn’t the first time Jeff had made such an unreasonable demand.
Jeff often made the blonde do things that normal people couldn’t do. Usually, these were things he wanted to do himself but couldn’t due to his reputation. Of course, the blonde always complied.
“Show your butt and then go straight to the Los Hotel. Wait for me there.”
Jeff took out a few $100 bills from his wallet and stuffed them into the blonde’s pants. His rough hands went all the way into the underwear, painfully pressing inside.
The blonde nodded without being able to say it hurt.
“Thank you.”
They always had to say thank you when receiving money. In any situation.
“Make sure no one sees you when you get out. If you get caught, you’re dead.”
“Yes.”
The blonde carefully got out of the car, unable to remove the $100 bills stuffed in their underwear. They deliberately walked around to approach the man sitting on the bench. Their heart was pounding, but they couldn’t disobey Jeff’s orders.
Without Jeff, they would have to go back to living on the streets. They wouldn’t even earn as much money as they did rolling around. They didn’t want to live like that again, barely scraping by on meager change.
They wanted warm food and a soft bed. That’s all they wished for.
The blonde walked right up to the man but hesitated to act despite their resolve. The only fortunate thing was that there was no one else around except the man.
Cold sweat ran down their spine. They felt the urge to run away. But the bills in their underwear held their mind in check.
Hesitantly approaching, the blonde finally stood right in front of the man and pulled down their pants.
As soon as they showed their butt, the man burst out cursing. The blonde immediately pulled up their pants and fled in a panic. They were terrified that the man might follow and hit them.
Fortunately, it was the man’s drink that flew at them, not his fist. It hit them squarely on the head, soaking their clothes completely, but they didn’t stop running.
Tears mixed with the drink dirtied their face. They thought they could hear Jeff’s laughter from afar.
***
“You’re still in love?”
Jeff said mockingly, lightly punching Mitchell’s chest. Mitchell replied lightly to the playful touch.
“I guess so.”
The two reunited after a long time in Jeff’s car. Mitchell had told Jeff to wait a few months. He said he wanted to take some time to figure out if this was love or not, and the result was that he was still in love.
The person Mitchell called his lover was still by his side.
Jeff, who couldn’t believe it, gave a dry smile. What he had dismissed as a joke had already gone on for several months.
“Should I move to LA for good?”
Thinking that Mitchell, who extremely disliked being alone, might be mistaking the feeling of fulfillment from having his deficiency filled for love, Jeff cautiously asked, wondering if he could make Mitchell change his lover if he reminded him of this. Jeff was willing to move to LA completely.
“Move here for good?”
“Yeah. From what I see, it seems like it’s just because you’re always together. Your lover or whatever.”
“We have been together a lot. We’ve been living in my house.”
Jeff glared at the indifferent Mitchell throughout. Right now, Mitchell seemed not to know how he truly felt.
“I’m serious. About coming to LA.”
“Come if you can. It’s nice to live here, isn’t it?”
“…”
Even when Jeff spoke seriously, Mitchell’s reaction remained lukewarm. He showed little excitement whether Jeff moved to LA or not.
A long time ago, Mitchell had even asked Jeff to come first. He had asked if Jeff was interested in running a hotel in LA. That’s how much he disliked being alone.
When his symptoms worsened, it was painful to watch, but in truth, Jeff enjoyed seeing Mitchell anxious about being left alone. He had often deliberately set up situations where Mitchell would be alone, making appointments and then standing him up. He felt a petty sense of superiority by marring the seemingly perfect Mitchell.
But Mitchell had changed completely. Ever since that damn lover appeared.
Jeff, not knowing where to start fixing this, quietly simmered with frustration. If the blonde had been here, he would have taken out his anger on them. He would have slapped their face and kicked their stomach in Mitchell’s stead.
Silently biting his lip, he quietly looked down at the steering wheel in his hand.
“Want me to give you this?”
Jeff’s white Ferrari was a rare, discontinued model. Remembering that Mitchell had once coveted a Ferrari a long time ago, he suddenly threw out the bait. He had plenty of cars anyway, so he was trying to catch Mitchell’s interest like this.
“Why this?”
“Just because. You liked this car, didn’t you?”
“No thanks. Our Bae likes cars with higher bodies. It’s better for matching heights.”
Jeff didn’t know what height they were referring to. However, his expression automatically twisted at the term of endearment for the lover.
“Baby? Shit, are you crazy? Where did you pick up such a fucking thing?”
It wasn’t something that should come out of Mitchell’s mouth. Mitchell, of all people, using a pet name. Jeff exclaimed in horror at this shocking, unheard-of sound.
“It’s not ‘baby’, it’s ‘Bae’. Their surname is Bae, so I stretched out the ending, and it sounded pretty good. Ah, I should just call them ‘baby’ from now on. My baby.”
Regardless of how Jeff felt, Mitchell was busy laughing happily. “Baby” – when David said it, it made his skin crawl and he wanted to punch the guy’s face, but now that he was saying it himself, it rolled off his tongue nicely.
Of course, David didn’t pronounce it exactly as “baby,” but Mitchell deliberately called them “baby.” Thanks to David, he had found a good pet name.
“This guy’s really lost it…”
Mitchell’s exaggerated way of speaking only made it more painful for Jeff.
“Anyway, I’m going to keep loving my baby, so we can’t meet anymore. My baby is quite crazy and very possessive.”
Mitchell’s expression, which had been laughing all along, suddenly changed. As he warned seriously, Jeff’s barely maintained composure crumbled.
Crazy and possessive?
Even though Mitchell was insulting his own lover, it didn’t feel that way. Love overflowed from his voice.
As a result, Jeff’s anger took on an increasingly violent form. He couldn’t accept that the person he thought would disappear soon was still clinging to Mitchell’s side.
Of course, Jeff didn’t particularly show it in front of Mitchell. The person he wanted to unleash his anger on wasn’t Mitchell, but Mitchell’s “baby”.
