A Dark Love |Under Construction|

Chapter 3

I shook off my reverie, leaped excitedly towards Mallory, and seized her shoulders.

Shaking her, I exclaimed anxiously, "Where's your laptop? We need to get on it now!"

She looked back at me, taken aback, "Okay, okay! It's on the table."

She pointed towards her kitchen, and I released her, both of us sitting down at her table.

She moved the mouse, saying, "I'm already on. I tried to make sure I was on it before you got here."

I stared at the screen, which displayed a black web browser with links to click on and a search bar at the top.

Mallory hovered her hands over the keyboard, pausing, "Hmmm... what should I type?"

I thought for a moment, my thumb and index finger meeting my chin. Mallory turned to look at me.

"Try 'escort' and see what comes up," I suggested.

She typed it in and hit enter. The web page loaded a list of links with various types of escort services, such as street, brothel, private, and more.

"Man, this is going to take a while," Mallory remarked.

"Then try typing 'masochist escort' or 'BDSM escort.' Something along those lines," I suggested.

She nodded and typed 'Masochist Escort'. This time, the web page displayed a shorter list of links, but one caught my eye: 'Demonic Sex'. I placed my hand on Mallory's shoulder and pointed to it.

"Try clicking on that one," I said.

She moved her mouse to click on it, and the web page loaded another black screen with a satanic red symbol in the background. The page had a list of questions, such as 'Preferred Gender', 'Body Type', 'Fetishes', and you had to type in your answers.

I hoped I wasn't signing up for some satanic cult, as the site looked sketchy. I was also disappointed that it didn't have any pictures of the escorts.

Mallory started typing, "Your preferred gender is male, I know that much. But what is your preferred age?"

"Well, I want someone who is experienced, so let's say... 25-35 years of age," I replied.

We continued to fill in the answers until we reached the last one, which said: 'When', 'Where', and 'What time would you like your session'.

We both stared at each other in silence for a moment.

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow at the Refinery Hotel at 7 PM," I said.

"Tomorrow?! You're going to do it tomorrow?! I thought you'd give yourself more time to let this all sink in?!" Mallory exclaimed.

I shook my head, "No, I am ready. I've been waiting so long, I honestly feel like this is my only chance."

She gave me a not-so-confident look and sighed.

"Alright, Kota. But please promise me you'll text me when you get there and text me when you get home," she said.

I nodded and gave her a reassuring smile, "I will, Mallory, promise."

She nodded and smiled back.

"Thanks, Kota. Now, let's finish submitting this."

She scrolled down to the submit button when we both noticed there was one last question. It said: 'Any Special Notes'.

She looked at me, and I motioned towards the laptop, typing, 'I want to feel pure, pleasurable pain'.

I moved the cursor over the submit button and clicked it. The page loaded, displaying the same background but with only the words: 'Thank you ❤️.'

I thought that was odd, but honestly, I didn't know what I was expecting. Probably something like when you place an online order and they give you the order information.

"Well, I guess that's it. It's really going to happen," I said.

Mallory suddenly looked at me.

"Wait, Kota... You said tomorrow at 7 PM? What about your mom? What are you going to tell her?" she asked.

I still lived at home with my mother, so I could save money to move out on my own. I thought about it for a second and remembered she got off early tomorrow.

I shrugged and said, "I'll say that I'm spending the night with you."

"Oh geez, so I'm your alibi? Man, Kota, you owe me so much! I went on the dark web, I helped you find a hooker, and now I'll be covering your ass while you're off getting fucked."

She gave an exasperated chuckle afterwards.

I knew Mallory wasn't truly upset. She was just joking. But I did feel bad that I'd asked so much from her.

"I'll buy you pizza and beer for tomorrow night," I offered.

I knew Mallory wouldn't say no. She was super skinny, but that girl loved to eat.

"Oh fuck yeah, it's a deal," she said.

She and I laughed.

"But seriously, Mallory, thank you so much for helping me. Like you don't know how much this means to me. It's not so much about losing my virginity... It's mostly... to feel some kind of confirmation that what I'm into is normal... I don't know... I feel like I'm the only weirdo who is into this stuff... I just feel like an outcast sometimes," I sighed deeply while looking down, and Mallory suddenly gave me a hug.

"Kota, you're not a weirdo. No one is perfect, and we all have our own weird secrets," she pulled back to look at me and my face met hers.

"I'm just worried that you're actually going to have sex with a total stranger. I mean, I know I jumped onboard with this, but... Now that it's actually happening... I'm kind of scared for you. I'm just afraid you and I will regret this," she said sincerely.

I started feeling anxious after she said that because she was right. Maybe I was just a nut.

Shaking my head, I smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine, and you'll be fine too. Thank you so much for caring and for being my best friend."

I pulled her into a big bear hug.

"Of course, Kota. That's what best friends are here for. Now you better go home and tell your mom. You should probably go to bed early too for... tomorrow," she moved her brows up and down while she was giving me a sly smile. We both ended up laughing.

"Dude, stop! But nah, you're right. I gotta get going," I said, putting back on my shoes and grabbing my jacket. She opened the door for me, and I stepped outside. Instantly, I felt the cold breeze, and it gave me goosebumps.

"Good night, Mallory. I'll see you tomorrow, and I promise to text you," I said, this while stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"Bye, Kota! See you tomorrow and you better tell me about the juicy details!" She laughed and closed the door.

I snickered and started to make my way down the stairs. My heart began to race while I was heading home. I couldn't stop imagining how tomorrow night would go. Honestly, I couldn't wait.