Page 87 of Unfiltered
Ricki raised her eyebrow.
“Don’t say it.”
“I won’t say anything about the apple not falling far from the tree.”
“Jerk. How did we get off on this tangent? I was going to tell you about the drama.”
“So what’s the latest?” Ricki rotated her neck and rubbed her shoulder. “I’m spending too much time hunched over a computer.”
“There’s always a remedy for that.” When Ricki glared at her, Blythe moved on. “It seems there’s trouble in paradise.”
Ricki stopped rubbing her shoulder and leaned forward. “Abby?”
“No! Not my paradise. Dapper Dumbass’s.”
“Oh.” Ricki leaned back in her chair. “Now what’s she doing?”
“Apparently, she has a limp dick.” Blythe laughed. “Or I guess I should say a limp strap.”
“What?” A deep crease lined Ricki’s forehead. “Sometimes I worry about you and your friends.”
“Friend! She’s no fucking friend of mine.”
Ricki chuckled. Blythe glared, knowing Ricki had played her just to get a reaction.
“Explain your limp strap comment,” Ricki said.
“Apparently, Dapper didn’t satisfy her new woman in bed.”
“And you know this, how?”
Blythe scrolled through the posts she’d put in her favorites. “Check this out.” She sat up and started to hand her phone across the table to Ricki. Instead, she stood and walked it to her. It was too funny not to watch again.
Looking over Ricki’s shoulder, Blythe hit play.
Dapper’s girlfriend’s face filled the screen. She began smiling, but then her expression turned to disgust. A caption flashed on the screen.When you think you’re getting this in bed.A photo of a ripped bodybuilder flexing his muscles flashed on the screen. Then the girlfriend reappeared, shaking her head.
The caption changed.But this is the reality.A scrawny, pasty man filled the screen.
After a few beats, the girlfriend returned with a wicked grin on her face. She held up her hand and wiggled her fingers. She licked her lips and said, “I guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.” Then the screen went blank before Dapper’s handle with a red line through it appeared.
“Holy fuck. That’s brutal,” Ricki said.
Blythe laughed. “Serves the little shit right.”
“What the hell did she do to piss that woman off?” Ricki watched the video again before she handed it back to Blythe.
“God only knows,” Blythe said, returning to the couch. “A woman scorned. Isn’t that what they say?”
Ricki frowned. “You might dislike Dapper, but she’s never come off mean or like she’d do something terrible to someone.”
Blythe shrugged. “Perhaps she sucked in bed.”
“Our world is becoming more and more warped. I’m surprised there isn’t an app where people rate their partners’ sexual prowess.”
“There likely is.” Blythe typed it into her search bar.
“Stop. I don’t want to know. Let me maintain a little of my innocence.”
