Geek Without His Beauty

Fifteen

That night we all had dinner together. It was kind of like the old days. Dinner and a movie with lots of beer. Just the six of us sitting in the living room, table full of snacks and beer bottles. For a while we all forgot there was someone going around and killing people as ghostface. When we finally went to bed it was around two in the morning. Sidney and Billy went out to the pool house, Tatum and Stu took the guest room downstairs, and me and Randy went up to my room. The day was fucking long and all I wanted to do was go to bed.

As soon as I was in my room I started to strip out of my clothes not caring that Randy was watching me. "Take a picture," I said, turning to smile at him. "Oh, I have, baby, don't you worry." My eyes widened, "no you have not!" He smirked and started to rid himself of his clothes. "I have. I have a collection in a shoe box under my bed," he said. I snorted and lightly hit him. "You're such a perv and a liar!" I pulled the sheets back and got into bed. Randy hummed, climbing in after me and kissed me.

The morning when I walked down the stairs I heard the tv in the living room. When I walked in to see Billy was sitting on the couch. "You're up early," I said and sat down beside him. "Yeah." He nodded his head at the tv so I looked. There was a new reporter on the tv in front of the studio.

"Ashlee Westbrook, an actress in the movie "Cabin of Horrors" was found dead this morning in Studio 8. Westbrook had auditioned for the role of yn Loomis in Stab 3 but was replaced by Heather Jones." 

"That's the chick that I saw kissing Randy,' I said. Billy looked over at me. "She must envy you or at least she did." He stood up, turning the tv off before he headed for the kitchen. "What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, following him. He filled two mugs with coffee and pushed one towards me. "She auditioned for the part of you in that studio movie but didn't get it so she went for something different. She probably saw that Randy was going to be co-directing on that shit movie Cabin of Horrors and auditioned to get close to him." He said it like it was obvious.

"Why?" I asked. He sighed heavily, "because she wanted to be you! Are you really that fucking stupid?" I glared at him, "shut the fuck up! I just can't wrap my head around why anyone would want to be me or any of us. Our lives fuckig suck! I mean has she not seen me? It's not like I have a luxurious life or that I'm that pretty. I mean look at me im a fucking m–"

He slammed his hands on the counter making me jump a little. "Let me hear you put yourself down again. You know damn well you're pretty. You're smart and have a good heart. She would have never been able to be you or replace you." My eyes were wide as I looked at Billy like he grew a second head. "Did you just compliment me?" I asked, shocked. He rolled his eyes and walked around the counter towards the door. "Forget I said anything." I smirked, "aww… look at you! You do have a heart." He huffed a sigh and looked at me. "Tell anyone and I'll deny it." He walked out the door after that going back out to the pool house.

I grabbed my coffee and went back upstairs. It was only six-thirty so nobody else was up. Randy was on his stomach, face facing the closet when I walked back into my room. I set my coffee on the nightstand and turned to get clothes, when arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into bed. "Let go! I have to get dressed," I laughed. He pulled me under him, his lips pressed against my neck. I could feel how hard he was. I wrapped my legs around his waist, lifted my hips up and against him. He let out a groan in the crook of my neck, "behave." Not listening to him I did it once more, "what fun would that be?"

In seconds he was pulling away pulling my shirt off over my head, pulling my underwear off and his boxers, throwing them on the floor. His fingers slid up my pussy and started running circles on my clit. "Already so wet, baby." I pulled him down connecting our lips, lifting my hips up again. "So impatient," he said, lining himself up and pushing into me. I threw my head back at the feeling of him stretching me. "Fuck." His thrusts were lazy and slow, lips peppering kisses on my skin, trailing down to flick his tongue over my hardened nipples. 

"Faster please," I whined, needing more. He pulled back, repositioning himself to be on his knees. He bent my legs up closer to my chest, spreading them wider and slamming into me over and over. "This what you want, baby? Hmm? You like when I'm rough with you?" I didn't answer, earning me a slap to my inner thigh. "Yes! Fuck, harder please, Ray!" He pulled out, flipped me over onto my hands and knees. His hands gripped my hips and he started to pounded into me from behind. "That's it. Good girl. Look at your needy little cunt taking me in."

One hand left my hip to wrap itself in my hair. He pulled me up so my back was against his chest. "This what you want?" He asked. I nodded, whining and moaning at how good it felt. "I shouldn’t be giving you anything for the way you've been acting the last two years." He pushed me back down, pushing my face into the mattress and fucking me hard and fast. My walls clamping around him, fingers gripping the sheets until my knuckles were white. "Fuck! That's it, be a good girl and come for me."

His hand gripped the back on my neck, the other came down on my ass and his cock slammed into that perfect spot inside of me, making me cover his cock in my cum. His thrust got slipper the closer he got to his release, painting my walls as he filled me to the brim with his cum. "Shit! Fuck! Take it all like a good little slut." I collapsed onto the bed after he pulled out, falling beside me. "That actress that kissed you is dead. She was murdered last night at the studio." His eyes widened, "what?"