Private Party (10 page)

I sank down on the bed and covered my face with my hands. I couldn’t bear for him to see my expression, how devastated I felt. How could I have been so foolish? To unburden myself so freely to someone who refused to show me his face? But I knew the answer to that: I was vulnerable. I’d allowed a fraud to win my trust because I was feeling alone and needy. Mischief had been attentive, supportive and kind, and I’d come to rely on him. Then something else occurred to me. Had Damon been relaying everything I said to Blake? The situation just became worse and worse the more I thought about it.

But Damon had one further barb to prod me with. ‘So, shall we?’ he murmured, his voice low and husky. ‘After all, I was invited for sex. Of course, it goes without saying that I’m on top. I don’t think there’d be much satisfaction for me the other way.’

That was a cheap nasty shot and in a flash, my anguish and distress was forgotten. Anger surged through me—dark, growling, furious—and all I could think of was how to wound him.

Then in a lightening flash, it came to me and I knew exactly how to pay the evil bastard back. I looked up at him and smiled quite genuinely, delighted by the thought of what I was going to do to him. ‘Sure,’ I replied. ‘But let’s take it somewhere more private.’

A flicker of doubt crossed Damon’s face—he trusted me no more than I trusted him. I strode across to him, slid a finger beneath the waistband of his underwear and tugged. But Damon stood his ground. ‘You’re serious? You want to do this?’

I nodded. Damon studied me for a moment, then he began to nod. ‘Okay, I get it. You want to get back at Blake, right?’

I shrugged. ‘You know Damon, you also told me a lot of intimate things when we were messaging. Maybe I just liked what I was hearing.’

I tugged at his underwear again and this time he didn’t resist. ‘Follow me,’ I murmured, and I led him towards the bathroom.

As we walked into the bathroom, I was momentarily startled when something brushed against the tips of my fingers—Damon had an erection.

I locked the bathroom door behind us which inevitably made those eyebrows hover. ‘You
really
want to do this?’ he exclaimed.

I pulled him to me. While he tentatively ran his hands over me, I slowly began to manoeuvre him into position. Once I had him where I wanted him, I took a step backwards, pulled free of his embrace, and looked him in the eye. He was flushed, worked up, intent. Then I noticed his nostrils twitch. Once, twice and then a slight frown creased his brow. I gave him my sexy smile as a distraction, winked, then reached for him. I placed my hands on each of his shoulders, then slowly let my fingers trail down until they rested upon his chest. ‘I may be mistaken,’ I murmured huskily, ‘but I seem to recall reading on your profile that you’re into …’

I broke off and Damon gave me a curious look. ‘Into what?’ he asked, one eyebrow raised.

‘
Into scat
,’ I screamed at him, and I shoved him with all my might.

He was completely unprepared. He sailed backwards most satisfactorily, his face a picture of shock and astonishment, then fell heavily. ‘I hope that hurt,’ I snarled.

He lay there on the grey shower tiles, crumpled and wincing. Then the surprise and pain turned to outrage. He began to paw at the back of his thighs and his buttocks. ‘I’m bleeding,’ he declared. ‘I feel blood.’

‘I think you’ll find that’s a different bodily substance,’ I advised. ‘Take a sniff.’

Damon hesitated, then obeyed, smelling his fingers. He recoiled, his eyes widening in alarm. ‘One of my guests had an aversion to using the toilet,’ I explained.

‘H-H-How … how could you do this to me?’ Damon wailed. ‘This is … this is …’

‘So shitty?’ I snapped. ‘Like the shitty thing you did to me
Mischief
. Befriending me on Gaydar when I was vulnerable, winning my trust, encouraging me to share my most personal thoughts and feelings with you. When the entire time you were just stringing me along for your own twisted amusement. That’s what I call shitty.’

Damon began to stutter his protestations, but I silenced him with a look. ‘Don’t fuck with me again Damon,’ I warned him.

I had wiped that self-satisfied smirk off his face. He looked so crestfallen and pathetic, as if he might cry. But I wasn’t entirely without a heart. Before I left him to it, I tossed him a wash cloth and bar of soap.

Two weeks later, Gaydar Message History:

Bob-Knob:
Hey CSI, when are you hosting another party?

CSI-Sydney:
Who are you?

Bob-Knob:
I’m an uninhibited guy who likes to party and I hear you throw a wild one.

No response.

Fifteen minutes later.

Bob-Knob:
Wanna see my private pictures?

CSI-Sydney:
I’m taking a break from entertaining—and also from Gaydar.

Bob-Knob:
Huh? But you’re on Gaydar now. Can I get on the mailing list for your parties? You can audition me if you like.

CSI-Sydney logs out of Gaydar.

If all the world’s a stage – then a star should never be bored!

Once Stephen Spear’s destiny as an actor seemed so assured – but after he was throttled to death on prime time television, his prospects seemed to shrivel up and die. Yet, true talent can’t be crushed. For if all the world is truly a stage, then why shouldn’t Stephen create and become a new character whenever he feels like it? Given the ghastly turn his personal circumstances have taken, it was a sheer relief to pretend to be someone else. Of course some sticklers might call this lying, but Stephen considered it the flourishing of his creative gift.

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Sweet, fat, theatrical Billy-Boy was never cut out to be a farmer, but as his father’s only son he’s obliged to try. The cows are wayward and the chores are gruelling, but Billy finds escape in a fantasy world. A place where the turnip paddock becomes a lunar landscape, a lavender bed jacket a slinky space suit, a cow’s tail a head of beautiful blonde hair, and where Billy can become Judy Robinson, heroine of TV’s
Lost in Space
.

But in an isolated conservative farming community in 1970s New Zealand, not everyone approves of Billy’s transformation. On the brink of adolescence, Billy is beginning to discover that growing up is far more complicated and confusing than he could ever have imagined. While the mysteries of sex confound him, emotions are unleashed which urge Billy to betray those closest to him.

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