Page 37 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

Chapter Thirteen

I pulledthe door open and offered Afro a Slim Jim. “Brought my own this time. These things are fucking addictive.”

Nerd was dressed in a pair of red skinny jeans, sneakers, and a tee shirt that was two sizes too small. He looked up from his iPad.

“What’s up?”

“Got a few questions for you.”

“I’m at level 82. I’m listening, but it won’t look like it,” Nerd said.

“Huh?”

“Two Dots,” he said.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s a game for the sexually frustrated.”

“Oh,” I said. “Well, after tonight, you might not need it.”

He continued poking his finger against his iPad. “Why’s that?”

“Here’s the deal. Kelli was adamant that she wanted PG rated shit for filming. I didn’t realize it, but she talked to Eric, and that’s why he did what he did. That same girl will be here in a bit, and they’re planning another make out session.” I alternated glances between them. “I might be able to talk him into fucking her, but it’s going to cost us.”

Afro peeled the wrapper off his Slim Jim. “What do you mean?” he asked without looking up.

“Money, dumbass,” Nerd said.

“She wants $300, and he wants $200. If they get it, he said he’ll fuck her into oblivion.”

Nerd held the iPad to his side and looked right at me. “Seriously?”

I bit the end of a beef stick off. “Yep.”

“Afro looked at Nerd, and then at me. “I’m in.”

Nerd nodded. “Ditto.”

“Alright,” I said. “So that’s $100 from each of you, and then $300 for her, and $200 for him?”

Afro poked the rest of his jerky into his mouth. “Huh?”

“You guys said you’d give me $100 if I could get them to have sex. I can. So, that’s $100 from each of you. Then, we have to pay them. That’s $700 total.”

“Jesus,” Nerd said.

“If it’s too expensive, I can tell them to forget--”

“No. No. I’m good with it,” Nerd said.

Afro reached for another jerky. “Same.”

“Alright. I’ll uhhm. I’ll let him know.”

Afro grinned. “You snuck a phone in, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“I don’t care,” he said. “But be sure and shoot him that text.”

I reached for the door handle. “I’ll be back when they’re on their way here.”

Fuck yes. I was going to have enough money to go shopping and buy margaritas. As long as Eric didn’t fuck everything up, that is.

Based on my experience with him, I had my doubts that he’d deliver without at least fucking something up.