7 - The betrayal

Months passed, and Davidè’s visits to Melbourne increased. He would spend most of his time with Emma, but occasionally invited me for a drink so he could gloat about his relationship. As the swine became increasingly shitfaced, the topic would inevitably turn to his newfound nude modelling fetish.

From the similarities and obvious embellishments in each story he’d only done it a few times, but his bold disclosures had some definite truth to them, and to tell a known rival like me was surprising.

I queried if Emma knew of his naked exploits in South Australia. Davidè took a long swig of beer, and replied “nah mate. She’d be totally cool with it, but it’s a bit late to tell her now. Harmless fun and all”. He swirled the beer in his glass and regarded me with a smirk.

“Hey Arik” he said, eyes narrowing. “You want to know how her pussy tastes?”

I stared dumbstruck at him, at once humbled and curious. I started to mouth a response, just as Davidè boomed “GOOD!”, followed by raucous laughter. Then he kicked me under the table.

That was all I needed.

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“Yeah, been doing it for months. Gets deliberately hard, jacks off in front of them too. School groups, disabled people. He once did it at a seniors centre when he wasn’t even supposed to be naked. LOVES it. He didn’t tell you? I thought you guys had no secrets?”

There was silence on the other end of the line. The cocaine was wearing off, and the hours of drinking was starting to tighten my temples. It must have been 3am. I don’t remember calling her. She let out a small sob and hung up. I passed out.

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