**Violet**
I still think back on that night a lot. We had repeated the hate fucking a great many times, but I still remember the first time we did it. Normal sex wasn't enough for me anymore. I often started dumb fights with him so that he would make me shut up by showing me what he could use me for. But eventually he got behind this ploy and stopped giving me what I wanted, instead saying that a good relationship is built on passion and trust, not hate and aggressive sex. I mostly didn't listen to him, being too shortsighted to know what was best for me.
So there I was, sitting in the tram on my way to break his trust. My plan was simple: He didn't give me what I wanted, so I was going to have someone else give it to me. And when he found out, he would know what he was missing. He would hate me for betraying him, and then let his aggression out on my body. Just the thought of how it would go down made me wet.
I looked at my reflection in the window. My long black hair was tied up into a messy bun, exposing my slender neck. A few loose strains of hair contrasted against my porcelain skin. I wore a black two-piece dress that allowed glimpses at my flat stomach. I don't usually bother much with makeup. Most people agree that I don't need it. Especially today, where it would only get ruined eventually. But a bit of mascara running down a girl's face after a blowjob never hurt anyone.
When my stop came, I stood up, making sure I didn't leave a wet spot on the seat that was caused by my fantasising. At 1.82 metres (6 ft.), I towered over most girls around. I liked that I could intimidate most people by just standing near them and putting on a slightly sexual look. There was a couple sitting further back in the street car, which was looking at me as I walked towards them to get to the exit. The boy was looking me up and down, likely undressing me in his head. I glanced towards the girl. She was also staring at me, but I could see a hint of awe in her face. She wanted to be like me. Or maybe she also wanted to be with me. I revelled in the fact that I was someone people wanted to have--something to be desired. I ran my hands over my body, a move that an innocent bystander would see as me straightening my clothes. But for those two, I was putting on a show, letting them know what they couldn't have.
From the station, it was only a short walk to Daniel's apartment. I rang the doorbell and checked my clothes once more. I pulled my top down a bit and pushed my tits up in my bra. The door opened, and before me stood Daniel in cargo shorts and a Woodcutters shirt that looked slightly odd on his coloured skin. He and my boyfriend played basketball together, and they have since become friends. He was even taller than me, and the muscles on his arms could make any woman blush. But he also must have found something nice to look at, as I could see his eyes travelling up and down my body, eventually landing on my bosom.
"Hello Dan," I greeted him.
"Uhh... Oh, hello, Vi." I had obviously pulled him out of a slight stupor. "What can I do for you? Come on in."
"Thanks. I hope I am not disturbing you at this time."
"Not at all, Vi. You're always welcome here. Can I get you anything? I still have some of that Merlot from the last time you two visited. Is Ethan still outside?"
"A glass of wine would be perfect. And I'm alone here this time." His eyes narrowed. The only reason we knew each other was our mutual friendship with my boyfriend Ethan. Even though he was clearly puzzled about the situation, he was too much of a gentleman and guided me to their combined kitchen and living room. He went and got a wine bottle from their storeroom and poured a glass for me. For himself, he grabbed a beer in a pint glass. He motioned to the seating area at the other end of the room. I sat down on the armchair, slowly crossing my legs.
"So what brings you to us, Vi?" He said this while sitting down opposite me.
"I just came by to chat. By the way, where is Ellie?" Ellie was Daniel's girlfriend. She was a cute little thing that was way too hyperactive for my taste, but she was always friendly and open-minded, so we got along. I saw on her socials that she would be out today having a girls night, which was why I came over today to have Dan all to myself. But I wanted to feign innocence in the beginning, so I still asked about her whereabouts.
"She's in down-town, clubbing with her friends."
"Oh, aren't you worried she might get picked up by some boys while you aren't there?"
"I wouldn't worry about her; she knows how to handle those situations." A shy laugh came from his mouth.
"You two make a great couple, you know. You are both fun to be around, and you especially are always so open-minded; it almost makes me feel bad about myself sometimes."
"Thanks, I guess. But you shouldn't beat yourself down about it. Sometimes you need someone who is a little more stern to tell you that you've gone off track. And I've never regretted a single moment I spent with you t-two." His voice almost faltered at the end of that sentence as I uncrossed my legs, giving him a short glimpse under my skirt before I lent forward to pick up my wine glass from the coffee table, making it possible for him to stare down my top.
"If you would excuse me for a sec'," Dan said. "I have to go to the bathroom real quick." With that, he stood up and left the room. This was going to be easier than I thought. He was already stammering and struggling to keep his eyes above my chest. Maybe there might be something happening today already, and I didn't have to mould him over multiple meetings. I decided to take my chance. When Dan came back, I had moved to the couch and left my purse on the armchair. But I had tugged my phone into the waistband of my skirt; I was going to need that to secure 'evidence'. The only free spot was now next to me. I looked into his eyes when he sat down. There was no hint of his shy awkwardness from before. Instead, he looked confident; he must have had a look in the mirror and told himself that he was going to do this.
"You know," I started, "Ethan and I have been fighting a lot lately. And in all of this, some parts of our relationship have been... lacking."
He took a big swig from his beer before answering. "And you think I know him closely enough, so I could help out?" He put a hand on my knee. A gesture that was both calming in a deep talk and confirming some underlying innuendo. This removed my remaining doubt that he was down with this.
"Would you do that? Would you help me out?" I leaned towards him and put one hand on his chest. His heart was beating fast--probably not as fast as mine, though.
"Just tell me what you need me to do, Vi."
"First of all, I need you to get this shirt off." I moved to straddle him, ripping the buttons on his shirt open. My head tilted forward, giving him a sloppy kiss on the lips. This wasn't romantic; in this moment, it was just about the pleasure of the flesh.
"Where do you want to take this, Vi?"
"Somewhere more comfortable."
