Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I slide my change into the machine and twist the old lever, the moaning
from the stall growing heavier and louder. “You didn’t tell them, did you?” I
ask her.
On the one hand, you’d think she’d want to send all the muscle she could
after me, or find some way to embarrass my family by broadcasting my
behavior; but on the other hand, I understand why she didn’t.
And I’d relied on that when I’d posted the video. Reporting me would
only draw more attention to her, and Liv doesn’t play the victim. Ever.
I pull the condom out of the machine and tuck it into my bag. “It wasn’t
that bad,” I tell her, continuing to defend myself and I don’t know why.
“They didn’t recognize Martelle.”
“They recognized me,” she retorts.
“So why put the video back up?”
“Because fuck you, that’s why.”
I stare at her, despising that I don’t have a comeback.
“Was that what the locker room was all about?” She moves in closer.
“You had somebody filming me again?”
We’re both five-seven, but she feels taller somehow. Like she hasn’t been
thinking about it in the same way I have.
“Or maybe you came tonight to try to get me into the same position,” she
says, “so you could humiliate me some more?”
She thinks it was a ploy. Kissing her in the locker room.
She doesn’t think it was real for me.
“Yeah, it’s that easy with a queer, isn’t it?” she taunts. “You think I’m
just going to drop down and thank my lucky stars to fuck anything pretty, any
time, any place, right? Because I’m desperate? Because gays are hypersexual,
is that it?”
“I don’t know…you seemed pretty into it,” I whisper.
The woman’s whimpers turn to cries, and his panting grows more ragged
as we hold each other, our gazes locked.
“Turn me around,” the girl tells him.
We listen as they shift positions and continue, Liv’s lips so still as she
watches me.
Her brown eyes hold mine, and I don’t know if she’s two seconds from
pulling me into the empty stall or hitting me, but my heart thunders against
my chest as the couple kisses and breathes, and I can feel the wet heat on
their skin from here.