The fourth season of Preacher’s Daughter had just dropped. April was settled in for a bingefest. She had sandwiches, chips, and bottled water.
Then Jordan opened the door and hurried Brian into the room. In college, roommates were a necessary evil. They had learned early on to put up a dry-erase board for to avoid scheduling overlaps. Preacher’s Daughter was on there. April was welcome to watch with her, but bringing a date was pushing it.
Then Jordan spoke. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be watching that on the basement television?”
Uh-oh. Last season, April and some fellow fans had watched in the basement. She had decided to do her own thing this time. Maybe she’d forgotten to mention that to Jordan. April checked the schedule board. Underneath Preacher's Daughter was Jordan’s smaller letters saying, ‘Payment to Brian.’
“Damnit. What should we do?” By tomorrow, everybody would be discussing Preacher’s Daughter. Postponing was not really an option unless she wanted to risk spoilers for the entire season. But Jordan had a stronger claim on the room. For some reason, she owed Brian some sex. Privacy was a must.
But Jordan was not a shy person, nor stingy. “Hey Brian, do you mind if April stays? She is totally focused on her show. She won’t be paying attention to us. If we’re quiet, we can share the space.”
Brian seemed surprised but made no objection. Some people like an audience. Maybe Brian was one of them. Whatever his thoughts on the matter, the compromise seemed agreeable. The lights went out. Brian and Jordan undressed, and April resumed her show.
But the fucking didn’t immediately begin. Though they spoke in whispers, April couldn’t help but hear them arguing. “Just a blowjob? That wasn’t the bargain. I painted your dad’s whole house. You said I could fuck you five times as payment, did you not?”