Black Sheep

by Alexa Harlowe

“Yes. I apologize. I saw your door was open and thought you might like to get started now. If it’s inconvenient, I can leave.” “No, no.” God no. But also yes. But mostly no. “Please, have a seat, Ms. Brooks.” “Call me Bria.”

“Oh, that’s right, Kap. I had been crushing on Dierdre for two years. Two fucking years. And she thought I was with you thanks to that stupid party. You ruined my chances. You got me vagected by the hottest lesbian at UCLA. Who’s the cockblocker now, hmm? Spoiler alert: it’s you. You’re a clam jammer, that’s what you are.” I bellow a laugh. “A clam jammer?” “Jesus fuck, Kaplan. You’re thirty-one, not eighty-one. Take off the tweed and get with the times. A taco blocko. A fanny fencer. A muff rebuffer. You are all those things. And hence, you owe me.” “Wasn’t it literally a week later that you met Blake?” “That is completely beside the point.”

I nod toward her office door behind me. “If I find out it was David after all, I’ll break his fucking neck,” I whisper. Bria’s face lights in a smile that’s both frightening and fierce, but wholly beautiful. “Don’t you think I could take care of it myself?” “I don’t care. I’m calling dibs.”

“Then fuck me, Dr. Kaplan. Fuck me like you despise me as much as I hate you.”

“I went to the library.” Fletcher scoffs. “And what, battled a velociraptor? You look like shit.” She leans against the counter and takes in the disheveled sight before her. The mussed-up hair. The shreds of the jacket’s lining hanging below its hem. My guilty-as-fuck expression. I fucked your grad student in the library, my thoughts blare on repeat. I scowl down at my wrist. “Oh my god,” Fletch says. “You had sex.” “What the fuck?” “Who was it?” “How did you—” “It was Bria, wasn’t it?” “What the—” “Holy shit. It was Bria. And she ate you alive.” Fletcher cackles a delighted laugh. She slaps her thigh and I shoot her a glare. She only laughs harder. I groan and lean down to rest my forehead on my arm. “See? I told you she doesn’t hate you.” “No, she definitely hates me,” I grumble without looking up.

Fletcher doesn’t bother trying to control her grin. I know she’s pleased about this opportunity opening up for me, but the way her eyes spark with amusement only confirms that she knows I’ve fucked Kaplan. She probably thinks I’ve persuaded him with sex. She would be wrong. I obtained his approval before I had sex with him again. I just gave him a cookie for it, that’s all. I shift a little in my chair to ignite the delicious soreness left behind by our encounter. Fine, I gave myself a cookie too.

“I asked Samuel Brooks’s niece if she had money to go to Utah. And I fucked her. In the library. And on my desk. And in a classroom.” “Jesus Christ, Kaplan,” Fletch hisses as she tosses an ax toward the target. “I don’t know whether to be proud or disgusted.” “Both,” Blake chimes in. “Have you ever thought of maybe taking her to a hotel room? Or like, your house?”

“Do we have a deal, Dr. Kaplan?” “As long as you know that when I win, I’m going to tear you apart. I will not be gentle, Bria. I will not be kind. Unless you tap out, I am going to make you suffer in every moment of your pleasure. You’ll beg, Bria. I promise you.”

“Eli,” Bria says in a sharp voice. My eyes snap open as she slides the dildo further in. “Eyes on me. I want you to watch me as I fuck you.” “Christ,” I hiss. She slowly pushes the toy in, inch by inch, taking her sweet time to enjoy my growing desperation to be fucked, stopping only when she reaches the yoke of the harness. She stills for a moment, looking down between us as a moan escapes my lips. “You are going to be the death of me, woman.”

“Let it be known, Dr. Kaplan,” Bria says as she trails a hand down my neck and onto my chest, “you screamed for me first.”

“I want to fuck you in a club,” he grits out. “Right there on a packed dance floor. I want to lift your dress and fit my cock in your ass and bite down on your neck until you scream my name, surrounded by sweat and music and the bodies of strangers. I want to take you in a church and lay you on the altar and hold your legs on my shoulders as I rail into you, then spray my cum all over your tits. I want to take you to the movies and sit in the back of the theatre so you can take my dick in your pretty mouth and swallow every last drop of my cum.”