WARNING: One slightly NSFW shot (not worth censoring though…just be aware. Halfway down. ;-D )
Why the hell was I on wheels? I wasn’t a freaking bumper car. Although I felt like one since everyone here thought they could ram into me. Did no one else figure out that rollerskating was for either kids under twelve or big hulking Amazons doing roller derby? Unfortunately, once you got me going, I didn’t know how to stop so I was skating around in literal circles for the past hour.
And then some low voices stopped me cold on the wooden floor.
“And get your fucking hands off my boobs, pervert.”
“God, James, relax. They’re not real. Why get so upset?”
It took me a minute to process then…
It was as if a veil lifted from my eyes.
“Oh, Jenny, honey,” I thought to myself. “You are going down.”
I wasn’t sure if it was really true or I was seeing things. So, when I got up the next morning, I wandered down to my lair and pulled up a search engine. Surely some rag would know if James was parading around as Jenny.
But everywhere I searched turned up nothing substantial. It seemed as if he did have a sister who was a WooTuber.
And I found an article with a “no comment” about Jenny from the parents. But that wasn’t too surprising. Many parents didn’t talk to the press about their celebrity children.
But then I hit the jackpot. “Bingo,” I whispered.
This was so fucked up. James Sanderson had been rooming with Lexie all this time and she had no clue. But how to go about his reveal? This was a delicate matter that had to be done swiftly. I wondered what the perv was up to, no doubt peeking at Lexie when she dressed.
And then I saw James strutting through the living room.
Just the asswipe I wanted to see.
I put on the fakest smile.
“Hello, Dom,” he cooed.
I arched an eyebrow at him, channeling how to respond.
And then I thought, “Aw hell. Screw it.”
I grabbed his balls and squeezed. “Hello, James.”
He whimpered, “H-How…d-did…you…?”
“No. How did YOU get the dumbshit idea you could get away with this? Do you realize what you’re doing is a felony?”
“A felony? B-But I haven’t done anything to…”
“Lexie, a woman, thinks she’s rooming with a woman. Not a pervy dude who creepily watches her dress and hugs her and has done untold who-knows-what to her as she sleeps!”
“This was all a mistake, Dom. Please. I can explain.”
The hurt in his voice threw water on my anger. I let up on him, watching how pitiful he looked. “Okay. Explain.”
“Can we go somewhere private? I don’t want the other girls to know. Not yet.”
Why I was going to listen to the asshole was beyond me, but I was curious. So I told him to meet me in my bedroom. I’d at least hear him out before calling the police.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I knew I’d get caught. Why did I go with this charade for more than a second? And now I was at the mercy of Domina–someone you didn’t want to cross.
Her room didn’t make me feel any easier either.
After Dom closed the door, she crossed her arms and said, “Spill.”
So, I went through it all—how depressed I was, how dressing as Jenny made me forget my problems, and how I didn’t think it’d hurt to live here in my own room. But Lexie begged me to room with her, and I just couldn’t say no to her. And then…the rest just happened.
“I promise I didn’t ‘do’ any of those horrible things you’re imagining. I’m just her friend. Platonic friend. Even when she tried to undress in front of me once, I covered my eyes and ran to the bathroom. You can ask Lexie. We’re just close friends. That’s all.”
Being a game tester, I’d met a lot of creeps online. Believe me. I could sniff them out in a minute. But James didn’t seem like a pervy weirdo. Over the past few weeks, I saw a genuine bond between them grow. I even thought maybe Lexie was falling in love with her (Jenny). And now, it was so screwed up, I felt so sorry for him that it overshadowed my anger. He was a pitiful character–James Sanderson, leading star of the Heartthrobs, had everything at his fingertips–fame, money, probably any girl he wanted, but he was lonely and obviously desperate to take things this far.
I eyed his miserable face and said, “You’re in love with her. Aren’t you?”
He nodded slowly.
I didn’t know what came over me but I had this aching feeling to help him. I knew Lexie loved him…would love him if she was able to go out with him as James. And he loved her. But matchmaking through this totally nightmarish scenario wouldn’t be fair. Lexie had to find out. But I decided to give the poor guy a chance. Lex was swooning after her date with Charlie last night, so it was going to take an all out offense to get her to go on one date with James. But it was worth a shot. I was a sucker for true love stories.
I pointed at him. “I’m probably going to regret this, but I’ll help you. Then you must tell her the truth. Got it? Or I will out you so fast, it’ll make your dress fly off.”
“I promise I will.”
“And you’re moving out. Today.”
“Got it. Um…Domina?”
“If you need any favors, all you have to do is ask.”
I smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
I enlisted the help of the Sisterhood.
What we planned had the potential to totally backfire, but the sisters would do anything for each other.