Secondhand man

On the patio between takes, Goddess Violet settles into the outdoor chair with a cigarette between her fingers, the black beret tilted and her glasses catching the light. Her slave sits beside her, shirtless, watching as she draws in and then exhales a thick stream of smoke directly across his face before turning to blow another cloud straight toward the camera. She taps the tip, letting ash fall onto his waiting tongue, and he holds still while she watches the flecks settle. The angle drops low as she shifts her hips, blue shorts riding up, and she lifts just enough for the sound of a long, gassy release to carry. She glances back over her shoulder with a small smile and notes how full and gassy she feels.

She reaches for a slice of pepperoni pizza and takes a slow bite, chewing with her mouth open toward the lens so the chewed pieces are clear. She tells the camera that if anyone belonged to her, every meal would come from her mouth once she finished with it. Leaning in, she opens wide again, shows the soft, half-chewed pizza on her tongue, then lets it drop straight into her slave’s open mouth. She does it once more, fingers resting under his chin while he takes what she gives him. After the second piece she sits back, still holding the cigarette, and says she spoils her boys