The ride was boring as fuck and I was restless, wanting to get some of my negative energy out. Vanessa was monopolizing the conversation in the back, asking tons of questions to everyone, though I was the only one who didn't answer, sneering at her instead. I didn't like her enough to entertain her antics.
At some point Molly cackled in the front seat, causing Vanessa to stop talking and start prying into what was so funny.
"Bro, she's a pothead, everything's funny," I muttered.
But Vanessa insisted and eventually Izaak agreed to share us all his personal info. "Molly is laughing because I told her I'm kind of a spanko newbie. I have not been very active like she is."
"What does that mean? I would've expected you to be more into it because you're like, older."
"Rude!" I said loudly to Vanessa. "He's not old, he's like 30! Just cuz you're a kid don't go judgin' others as old."
"Age doesn't equal experience," Clo said with a shrug.
"So do you, like, have a lot of experience? 'Cause you look young like me." Vanessa made some kind of head motion insinuating that she's cool cuz of her immaturity.
"It has nothing to do with age," Izaak said firmly, glancing back at us through the rearview mirror. "Part of it is the need to keep a low-profile for work. But also, I'm a Middle Eastern man in the US. It's hard enough to find someone to spank, but add being a brown-skinned Muslim on top of it and most of the spankees become crickets."
Ouch. My heart hurt for him, understanding how it felt to be judged by something you can't control.
"So how many people have you spanked?!" Vanessa asked.
"Two."
"And both of us are sitting in this car!" Molly shrieked, causing all eyes (besides Izaak's) to focus on Chloe.
"Wait... that's all?... Awwww! That's cute! You're a noob!"
Molly and Vanessa giggled together about it for a few minutes causing me to sigh and hide in my corner and sneak a bump, hopefully with no one noticing.
"You're so quiet, Toby!" Vanessa said, slapping him on the shoulder. "You're not a noob, though, I know. You have extensive experience." She gave him a wink.
"Barf, get a room," I murmured.
Vanessa giggled, thinking I was kidding, then looked in my direction. "You look like you've had a lot of experience, too. What was your best scene?"
The scene that came to mind was probably not my best, but probably what I was craving most at that moment. "It was when I was 18, lots of build up... I'd been lying, got fucked up and gambled away my guitar, then nearly got arrested trying to fight my ex and his cousin. Gabe bailed me out and he had the heaviest belt that he tore my ass up with. I couldn't sit for a couple of weeks."
I couldn't tell the whole story, that it was the last time I'd done a scene with Gabe. He hadn't wanted to do it, too pissed off at my lie and how it could have potentially affected his career (I'd been 17 when we met, but claimed to be 18). I pushed him to punish me, yelling at him, pinching every nerve I could find so that he would break, and he did. He'd never spanked me out of anger before, maybe annoyance, but he was always controlled in his approach. But that night, his temper got the best of him and lashed out.
Even if he regretted it, I didn't.
"Yeah, I remember that," Molly said with solemn eyes. "One of my best scenes was surprisingly with your brother."
My eyebrows raised. "But Vic isn't even into this stuff?"
She nodded. "That's part of why it's one of the best. It was so sincere on his part. Back when we were married..."
"Hold up!!!" Vanessa interjected. "You were married?!"
"Honey, I ain't no spring chicken, I'm almost as old as this guy," she said, jerking her thumb in Izaak's direction. Molly had married Vic to help him get papers. "It was so authentic. We were going to a graduation for a friend in Jersey, then planned to rent a car and drive to Philly for a weekend vacation. When I booked the car he told me to check their office hours, but I forgot, and then when we arrived at the rental place they were closed. Everything ended up working out and I found us a car from another rental company, but it was farther away and was a hassle. We stopped at a rest area and he saw one of those "attitude adjuster" wooden souvenir-type paddles, and bought it! When we got to our hotel he told me he was going to spank me for not having called the rental place like I'd agreed and he paddled me!"
"Whaaat, you never told me that story before!"
Molly nodded, blushing from her chin to forehead. "It was insane! I never expected him to spank me, that's why it was so memorable."
"What about the most clever thing you've ever gotten away with?" Vanessa asked.
"I"ve got one," Clo said, scooting up in her seat and tossing her hair to the side. "Hopefully the statute of limitations applies here." She and Izaak locked eyes for a moment, hers playfully seductive a stark contrast to his seriousness. "In college I started running low on cash to pay for my granny's nursing home, so I decided to forge **something**."
Toby looked at her with admiration. He loved clever stories. "I would run a spanko confessional, like the catholic church but instead of hail mary's, I'll use the wooden hairbrush." He let out an evil laugh.
As Molly and Toby told more spanko stories to Vanessa, most of which I'd heard before, I zoned out, thinking about Gabe. It'd been over a week since I'd ignored his message asking to meet up. Molly had said he wanted my help with a case, which I'd done before and enjoyed. But right now the grief was too strong to commit to something new.
x-x-x-x
When we arrived at the arena, I excused myself for a smoke and another bump. It felt good to stretch my legs and get out of that cramped space with the perky blond girl. She was so stuck on Toby and it was driving me nuts. Not that I wanted anything with him, but he was definitely too good for her. Something about that bitch was off.
When I came back from finishing my cigarette, Izaak and Molly were at the cashier paying, carrying on a boring conversation. Vanessa flirted with Toby, making me want to gag, so I stuck by Clo who kind of stood off on her own.
"Ew, I hope I'm not on a team with the lovebirds," I said, making more gagging sounds.
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