Chapter 4: Beanbag Blitz: A Bullseye on Brian's Balls
The air in the room was thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and cheap pizza grease. Crumpled paper plates and empty beer bottles littered the floor. Brian sat on the floor, his back against the couch, a cold slice of pepperoni forgotten in his hand. The previous hour felt like a dream—a vivid, Technicolor, deeply bruising dream. His body was a map of spent nerves and dull aches. Alyson and Kelly had left, still giggling, weaving slightly on their heels. Kristy had stayed longer, finishing her beer, watching him with that quiet, unsettling stare. Before she left, she’d squeezed his shoulder. “Good night, Mr. Bryant.” The words hung in the air long after the door shut behind her.
Now, it was just Christina and Rachel. Rachel was curled in an armchair, her camera connected to her laptop, the screen casting a bluish glow on her fascinated face.
“This shot,” she murmured, zooming in. “When Kristy told you to fuck your student… God, the look on your face, Bri.”
Christina straddled Brian’s lap, facing him, still naked. She traced the outline of his lips with a greasy finger. “He’s still buzzing. Aren’t you, baby?”
He was. A low current thrummed under his skin, leftover adrenaline and shame and something else, something darker and more addicting. He nodded, unable to form words.
Christina’s eyes glinted. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “One more scene.