Page 18 of Hunter's Hidden Camera
“You at my house already?!” says Oscar. “That means you nutted in like five seconds!”
Since my phone is dead, I told Oscar earlier today that I would come over to his place after I was done with Emma. He wasn’t expecting me until much later.
“No,” I say. “Turns out that Emma didn’t want to go through with it.”
“What?! You didn’t smash?”
I shake my head. “Not tonight.”
Oscar smirks. “What a cocktease.”
I shrug. “It is what it is.”
I hope this lie holds for a little while. Emma will probably tell Blanca about the incident tonight, and of course it’ll get back to Oscar. But right now he doesn’t need to know. I’ll deal with the fallout from the truth later.
“Sorry, man, I thought you were gonna be on top of the world. But all you got is blue balls.”
I try to shift the focus back to him. “Did you bang Blanca tonight?”
“Nah. My girl is on her period, and you know she never wants to do it on her period.” He rolls his eyes.
I start laughing. I remember one time when Oscardidhave sex with Blanca when she was on her period. They were doing it in the dark, in her bedroom, and when they were finished they turned the lights on and saw blood smeared all over the sheets and all over their bodies because they had been unknowingly rolling around in it all night. Oscar thought it was really funny, but Blanca was embarrassed and wanted to throw up.
Oscar is really animated when he talks. “I told Blanca that I don’t care if I fuck her and it looks like a murder scene. That shit turns me on.It’s like I killed your pussy!But she won’t let me. I said we can cover your mattress in plastic wrap, and it’ll be easy to clean up.”
We both laugh.
Oscar continues, “She told me to fuck off. So here I am, just playingGTA. You wanna get some food?”
“Yeah. I’m starving. But let’s swing by my house first. I need to get more cash.”
Oscar says, “I can pay, dude.”
“No,” I say, casually.
And we’re on our way.
I tell Oscar to wait in my car, as I go get the money in my house.
Inside the closet in my bedroom, underneath a pile of dirty clothes, is a floorboard that can be removed by wedging a screwdriver against one of the edges. It wasn’t always like this. I made it this way.
When I began making a lot of money from the porn site, the funds were transferred directly into a bank account that my parents set up for me when I was in middle school. (They started me early because they wanted to teach me “the value of money.”)
But I take cash out of the ATM on a regular basis and hide it underneath the floorboard. My parents don’t pay attention to what’s going on with my bank account anymore, but I don’t want to have too much money in it, just in case they decide to snoop around.
Once I remove the floorboard, it’s like time stops. Everything stands still. Like, even my mind freezes.
Then, after a while, things resume, and my jaw drops.
This must be a dream. This must be a nightmare.
I close my eyes. I take a series of deep breaths.
When I open my eyes again, I realize it’s not a dream. And my mind is not playing tricks on me.
WHERE THE FUCK IS MY MONEY?!
I start to panic. None of my money is here.None of it!There was more than ten thousand dollars in cash in here.
