Chapter 13 - Kitt

Wednesday, November 1, 2023

Work was exhausting. Two patients coded in the ICU within an hour of each other, and both failed to resuscitate. I had been in the rooms for both; in the first, I was the one performing the CPR, and in the second, I was on support. Some days, it seemed like we just helped people die more slowly instead of saving lives.

I sat at the nurse station filling out paperwork when Dr. Granger pulled me aside to discuss another patient. When we entered the patient’s room, she closed the door and said, “My boss asked me today if you and I are in an undisclosed relationship.” Her tone was ice; her stare was even colder. “I asked him why he would think that, and he said, ‘Someone came to him and reported it.’”

“Are you asking me if I’ve said anything?” I asked. “Because I haven’t. Bethany figured out what was happening between us, but I never said a word to her. Other than that, I don’t know.”

“Are you saying Bethany reported us because of a grudge?” Dr. Granger growled. She looked ready to hit me but quickly deflated. “This was a mistake. I should never have broken my own rules. This has to stop.”

“I’ll quit!” I declared. “I don’t need my job.”

“Kitt, we’ve been over this. I’m not ready to commit to a relationship. And you’re needed here. You’re good at this. And you care. Just—” She gestured abstractly with one hand. “Just let me figure this out. We are not in a relationship. Is that clear?”

I tried to temper the annoyance in my voice. “I am not a teenager who needs to be told what is what.”

My quiet fury made Dr. Granger hesitate. “I know that. I’m sorry. I have tremendous respect for you and not a small amount of emotional attachment. I need to be clear for both our sakes.”

We looked at each other for several seconds, sizing each other up. A part of me wanted to yell at her for not giving herself to me and becoming my girlfriend. Another part of me fought the urge to grab her and kiss her madly. A third part was ready to bend her over, spank her, and take her hard.

“You need to talk to Bethany and find out if it was her,” the doctor said. “If it was, she needs to fix this. This could cause repercussions lasting the rest of my career.”

“Bethany won’t talk to me. She has my number blocked on her phone. Facebook, Instagram. Everything. What am I supposed to do?”

After our kiss at Rave-a-Lution, I went to Bethany’s condo the following day to explain everything, but she either wasn’t there or wouldn’t answer. I leaned toward not answering as her car was in the parking lot.

“Confront her? Corner her?” Dr. Granger suggested. “Make her talk to you.”

Those things wouldn’t work. I resolved to do the only thing I could do: write Bethany a letter.

“I’ll figure it out,” I told the doctor.

“Thank you.” When she looked at me again, her face changed. “Sunday? Are you coming over?”

I stared at her with mild disbelief. After all that, she still wanted me to come over for sex. She didn’t flinch at my stare.

I sighed. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Can you bring that ring?” She had a wanton look in her eyes as she requested it.

“Sure.”

“Ok. Thank you, Kitt.”

She left the patient’s room calmly as though we’d been discussing a patient.

After my shift, I wrote a letter to Bethany. In it, I asked her to keep the relationship between Uma and me private. I begged her to recant anything she may have told hospital administration. I told her our dance and kiss at the club had made me realize how important she was to me. And I pleaded with her to allow me the chance to explain everything to her once and for all, holding nothing back. I mailed it the following day.

Friday, I drove up to Denver for my shoots with Delilah. On my way there, I got a phone call from Scott. That was unusual. Scott almost always texted me, so I answered it.

“Yeah?”

“Hey, Twinkie.”

I rolled my eyes at the name. “Stop calling me that, needle dick.”

Scott laughed. “It’s a force of habit. You’re going to have to get used to it.”

“What’s up?”

“Bro ... I’m getting married.”

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed. “Who is this? I thought Scott called me.”

“Dude, I know. I know! I can’t believe it either, but Alyssa ... I’m telling you, bro. She’s the one. I had to do it. She’s perfect. She’s so stinking perfect. I didn’t have a choice. I just barely left the jewelry shop to buy her a ring. The biggest damn rock I can afford. I am asking her tonight. She has no idea it’s coming, but I know she will say yes. Then we’re tying the knot next year, and I want you to be my best man.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Not even a little. Totally serious. But listen, bro, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking of throwing me a bacchanal bachelor party with hookers or porn stars and drugs. But those days are past me now. I’ve sowed my oats. I just want a guy thing. Okay? Nothing crazy. No women. I don’t want to screw this up with Alyssa. Nothing that would make her think I’m that kind of guy anymore. Cool?”

“Okay. Yeah. It’s a deal. I’m on it.”

“Thanks, Kitt. Seriously. Are you driving right now?”

“Indeed, sir, I am.”

“Where are you headed?”

“Denver. I have a shoot this weekend. With Delilah.”

“I don’t even want to know. But take a little life advice from me, man. I thought I was happy bagging a different girl every night with my Rolodex full of women. I wasn’t. I’ve never been as happy as I am now with Alyssa. Find yourself a good woman—somebody who makes you the most important thing in her life—and stick to her like glue. Treat her like a princess.”

“Thank you, Scott. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I’m serious, bro. I’ll be in touch soon with wedding stuff. And ... I love you, Kitt.”

I did a double-take. That was my brother saying those words? What had happened to him?

“I ... love you, too.”

The call ended, and before I had time to muse on the news, my phone rang again. I didn’t recognize the number, but I answered anyway.

“Hello?”

“Kitt Walker,” a vaguely familiar voice said on the other end of the line. “This is M. You may remember me from your evening as my guest at Black Velvet some weeks ago.”

“Hi, M. This is a bit of a surprise. What can I do for you?”

“I will keep this brief since the last time we spoke, you declined my offer to become a performer at my events. There is an event coming up you might be interested in—a very exclusive event called Red Velvet. Have you heard of it?”

“I assume it’s like Black Velvet only ... redder?”

She gave a dry chuckle. “Actually, you might say it’s greener. This is a big deal. Base pay for my staff is fifteen thousand dollars, but I will double that if you bring Delilah and do two performance shows. Plus, you keep whatever you make in tips. Tips from some of the wealthiest people in the world. And I can practically guarantee you that with the amazing piece of hardware you have between your legs, you can count on making upwards of forty or fifty thousand dollars. How does that sound?”

“Fifty thousand in one weekend? I’m interested.”

M gave me the details: Our flights to Miami and back would be covered. The party would start on a Friday morning and end on Sunday night. Two and a half days of sheer sexual insanity. Lots of security. Consent and behavior issues are extremely rare. Drugs are present but not required for me to use. I could fuck whomever I wanted to fuck and say no to whomever I didn’t.

“Do you have any questions?” she finished.

“Yes,” I answered. “Could I bring three females?”

“Delilah, absolutely,” M said. “Who else? London Royal?”

“She’s one. I have another girl. Her name is Gina. I think you already know her. She worked for you for several weeks.”

“If you can convince Delilah to go along with you, I’ll pay her the same rate as you. As for London, I’ll do a base pay of ten grand. I know Gina well. She can come. I’ll pay her the same base. Ten each. Let me know tomorrow night.”

I spent the rest of my drive talking to London and Gina about whether they wanted to join me in Miami to make a lot of money for a little bit of work. London was all for it. The cash we would bring in would be a massive help for our plans. Gina didn’t take a ton of convincing. She’d already considered going to Red Velvet for a large influx of cash before leaving M’s employ. That London and I would be going only made her decision that much easier.

Delilah and I planned two scenes at her apartment on Friday and two at an Airbnb on Saturday. Now that I was producing more content with London, Gretchen, and a few other girls, Delilah and I packed four shoots into every weekend. It was a lot of work, but this new arrangement meant less travel time for me. We could still release our scenes over a few weeks if we shot in multiple locations with multiple outfits.

I knocked twice, but no one answered the door. I had a key to her place, so I let myself inside. When I looked for her in her bedroom, something caught my eye. Delilah’s computer screen showed my FFE page. It wasn’t a video of her and me. She was watching a video where I was fucking a girl who called herself the Red Goddess. It had been Kimmy’s idea to do that video. The Red Goddess was an FFE user who liked more extreme stuff like choking, slapping, and spanking. I’d done a teaser video explaining my decision to try something new, and the video had been received well. Both Red and I had seen a bump in our subscribers after doing a video together, and we’d talked about doing more in the future.

I checked Delilah’s browsing history and found she accessed my FFE page regularly. In fact, she had a subscription to my site under the name Lilly Edith. The name rang a bell, and I realized I’d seen her name in some of the chats on my page. That was weird. I returned the browser to where she’d last had it and closed the History tab.

Delilah arrived minutes later with Kimmy in tow. Our videographer had gotten a flat tire on her way to the apartment with all of the equipment. I helped carry everything inside Delilah’s bedroom, where we would shoot first. Delilah had convinced me to do our first cosplay scene with Batman and Catwoman costumes. She’d asked me to watch the Batman films from 1989 and 1992 with Michael Keaton and Michelle Pfeiffer because the costumes were respectable replicas of the ones they wore in the movies. She wanted me to do Batman’s voice and try to copy his mannerisms. Kimmy found a not-half-bad script some fan had posted on the internet where Batman catches Catwoman, who seduces him. We went so far as to decorate Delilah’s bedroom to look somewhat like Selina Kyle’s room in Batman Returns.

The idea behind the video was to try one cosplay scene, post it on both of our FFE pages and gauge our fans’ reactions to it. Once everything was set up, we did a couple of costume run-throughs, saying our lines and testing how the action and sex would look on camera. Kimmy and Delilah nearly died laughing when I did my best Batman growl voice and mimicked his stiff mannerisms in the costume.

“It’s too good!” Kimmy said. “I’m going to be laughing all through the shoot.”

“If you laugh, I’m going to start, too!” Delilah warned. “You can’t!”

The scene took us about three hours to shoot. Fucking Delilah in a Batman costume was not at all easy. Some of the stuff we did would not have been possible had I not grown my shaft to over a foot in length. Even still, we had to change positions and angles multiple times. It was a more professional-looking scene than most of our stuff, and I was interested to see how our fans would appreciate it.

Rather than ruin the costumes, and since Delilah would still not do cumshots in her mouth, we did an internal cumshot. Then we cut away so I could wipe my dick off and resumed filming to show Delilah “cleaning” my cock with mouth, only without any cum, while the camera panned out to show my sticky spunk seeping out from her puffy red pussy lips.

During our break, I brought up the subject of Red Velvet. I expected Delilah to be interested, especially given the money involved.

To my surprise, her response was, “Hm. Easy pass.”

“Really?” I asked. “You won’t even consider it?”

Delilah shook her head. “What’s there to think about? A bunch of rich assholes on a cruise ship looking to bust a nut. No, thanks. I make enough money as it is.”

“Neither of us makes that much in two days,” I countered. “If you don’t come along, it halves my earning potential. What if I give you ten thousand more of what I earn?”

Delilah grimaced and shook her head. “Sorry. My answer is still no.”

“Delilah...” I paused to check my emotions. I didn’t want to come at her from a place of anger or frustration. Delilah didn’t respond well to confrontational situations, like when I asked her why she faked eating and drinking in front of everyone. She had vehemently denied my accusations, even though I knew I was right. “Delilah, this would really help me financially with some things I need. I would consider it a huge favor.”

My partner put her hands on her hips and looked at me with mild surprise. “Oh, you want to be in my debt?”

“Well ... your favor debt. Sure. I’d rather not owe you money since that would defeat the whole purpose of me going.”

“I’m sorry, Kitt. My answer is still no.”

“How can you say no? You have to perform two shows with me and walk away with a ridiculous amount of money in your pocket. Why is that so bad? Come on, partner.”

Delilah looked away from me. Was there something else she was hiding? Was there another reason she didn’t want to go?

“Don’t make this about our partnership. This is not about that. This is about you wanting money to start up your Super Schlong plan. This is all about what you want and what you need to get yourself ahead in the game.”

“Ahead of what?” I asked. “Ahead of you?”

“Just ahead,” she said without looking at me.

“Delilah, I have tried so many times to bring you in on the Super Schlong thing with me. You’re the one who kept saying no, so I stopped asking.”

“I said no because I didn’t want to be involved. That’s your thing. How would that even work for me if I just folded everything I’ve built into your harem whorehouse anyway?”

Blood rushed to my head, and I smacked the granite countertop of the kitchen. “Don’t call it that. I’ve always been willing to work with you to make sure you keep growing with me. Super Sluts could be as much about you as it is me. You turned down the opportunity to get involved. You’re the one who gave me this shot.”

“Damn right, I am!” Delilah said. Her chestnut hair covered half her face, but the one green eye I could still see flashed dangerously. “Don’t forget that you will always owe me for that.”

“Are you saying you made me famous?” I asked.

“Damn right, I am!” she repeated.

“Then don’t forget I made you famous, too!”

Delilah made a sound of disbelief.

“It’s true! You and I helped each other. If I owe you, you owe me back.”

“Oh ... right. Because of the magical cock you have. You’ve never been too keen on telling me where that came from, have you?”

“Just like you’ve never told me the real reason why you won’t eat or drink a fucking crumb of bread or sip of water in front of me or anyone else.”

Delilah used her fingers to comb her hair back in place. “Fuck you, Kitt. Just leave me alone until our next shoot.”

“Fine!” I said.

“Fine!” She marched past me into her bedroom and slammed the door.

Sitting in the corner of the living room, completely ignored by us, Kimmy looked at me with her big porcelain doll eyes. Then she shook her head as if to say, “Leave me out of it.”

“I’ll be back in an hour.” I left the apartment. The door opened behind me. Kimmy followed me.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“Lunch.”

“It’s after 3.”

“Dinner,” I said.

“I’m coming with you. I’ll text Delilah and tell her we are grabbing some food.”

We ended up sitting at a diner across the street sipping tea. Neither of us spoke for about ten minutes until Kimmy finally said, “You’re both right.”

“Excuse me?” I said, even though I’d heard her perfectly.

Kimmy gave me a look, telling me she knew I’d heard her.

“It’s like she thinks I’m going to stop working with her once Super Schlong takes off,” I finally said.

“Maybe she is.”

“She’s gorgeous. Lots of men want to fuck her.”

“Maybe she doesn’t want that.”

I set down my tea cup. “Am I the only dick she wants to fuck?”

“She hardly shoots any scenes with other men,” Kimmy offered. “She’s done, what? Three shoots with other men in the six months you’ve worked together? That’s sort of a testament to you, isn’t it?”