The rain had eased to a drizzle by the time Bryce stormed out, his stolen designer tee clinging to his chest, his Jordans squelching in the mud. He didn’t get far before Deon fell into step beside him, hands shoved in his pockets, his usual lazy smirk in place.

“Damn, you really dipped like that?” Deon chuckled, shaking his head. “Terrence had you shook.”

Bryce shot him a look. “Man, fuck Terrence. That nigga act like he run shit just ‘cause he the oldest.”

Deon laughed, low and knowing. “Shit, he do run shit. You just don’t like taking orders.”

“I don’t take orders, period.” Bryce adjusted the collar of his tee, making sure the logo was still visible despite the damp. “Ain’t nobody’s bitch. Not even Terrence’s.”

Deon clapped him on the back, steering him toward the main drag where the streetlights flickered weak yellow against the storm’s aftermath. “You keep talkin’ that shit, but we both know you ain’t built for this life. You too pretty.”

Bryce scoffed. “And you too lazy. At least I got ambition. You just float wherever the wind take you.”

“Nah, I’m smart.” Deon grinned. “I pick my battles. You? You pick every battle. That’s how you end up with a busted lip.”

“I don’t need backup. I got options.” Bryce responded, eyeing the row of sagging shotgun houses ahead. “Unlike y’all, I ain’t stuck in that damn shack forever.”

Deon snorted. “Oh yeah? Where you goin’, little man? Ghost’s crib?”

Bryce didn’t deny it. “At least Ghost know how to treat a nigga right. Warm bed, hot shower, pussy on tap. What you got? A mildew mattress and Terrence’s attitude?”

“I got peace,” Deon said, unfazed. “Ain’t no peace in bein’ a guest in somebody else’s house. You a visitor Bryce. Soon as Ghost’s mama get tired of your ass, you back on the street.”

Bryce responded, “Her momma don’t even know I’m there.  And even if she did know i don’t care cause so long as Ghost getting this dick she don’t care either.”

“Yeah, a nigga who fuck and dip.” Deon shook his head. “Ghost just another stop for you. Soon as somebody shinier come along, you gone to the next.”

Bryce’s smirk faltered for half a second. “Deon, you my brother, but me and you are not built the same. No disrespect.”

“Respect?” Deon barked a laugh. “Man, you don’t even respect yourself. You really out here flexin’ ‘cause you fucked a girl who let you crash on her bed? That ain’t power, that’s charity.”

Bryce’s fist clenched, but he kept his voice smooth. “You just mad ‘cause you ain’t got nobody waitin’ on you with open legs.”

“You don’t know what I got waiting on me in 10 minutes. Don’t catch crabs on your little slim jim.” Deon stopped at the corner where the pavement split—left toward the school, right toward the neighborhood. 

Bryce’s jaw tightened. “Fuck you Deon.”

Deon just grinned, already backing away. “See you at home, pretty boy. Don’t stay out too late—Terrence might start thinkin’ you his bitch if you don’t come home.”

Bryce flipped him off, watching as Deon sauntered down toward the school, hands still in his pockets like he didn’t have a care in the world. Fuck him. Fuck all of them.

He turned right, toward Ghost’s.

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Ghost’s place was small but clean—cleaner than the shack, at least. The porch creaked under his weight as he knocked, the wood warped from years of swamp humidity. The door cracked open, Ghost’s dark eyes flicking over him, lingering on the damp spots on his shirt.

“Bryce?” Her voice was soft, hesitant. “What you doin’ here?”

He flashed his most charming smile, the one that made girls forget their own names. “Storm got my spot flooded, baby. Thought I’d come see if you could help a brother out.” He didn’t wait for an answer, stepping inside before she could protest. The air smelled like lavender scented Fabuloso Scent to cover the mildew.

Ghost bit her lip, glancing over her shoulder. “I ain’t s’posed to have company. My mama’s here.”

Bryce stepped closer, his voice dropping. “Come on, Ghost. Sneak me in your room.” His fingers brushed her arm, light, teasing. ” It’s just for a little while. You know I always take care of you.”

She hesitated, but he saw the way her breath hitched, the way her eyes flicked down to his chest. “Fine,” she muttered, stepping back. “But you gotta be quiet. And you can’t stay long.”

Bryce started quietly walking down the hall. “You won’t even know I’m here,” he said.

Once in the bedroom Bryce started taking off his clothes. Ghost disappeared into the back, returning with a towel. She took it, rubbing it over his chest and his arms. Bryce started flexing so his faint muscle tone appeared. “Appreciate it, baby,” he murmured, watching her rub his body down.

With a sudden, bold motion, she reached out and pulled his shorts and boxers off in one smooth motion, revealing his completely soft penis, which dangled in the air a full 7 inches. Every time she saw it, she gasped softly and said, “Damn, I love your dick, daddy.” She teased him, her fingers lightly tracing along his chest before looking up at him with a playful smirk.

She swallowed, her fingers twisting in the hem of her shirt. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and playful intent. “You… you want something to drink?”

Bryce tossed the towel onto her chair and stepped closer. “Nah. I want something to beat.” His hands found her waist, pulling her against him as they embraced. He could feel her heart racing, her breath warm against his neck. “You been missin’ me?”

Ghost didn’t answer, but her body did—leaning into him, her hands sliding up his chest. Bryce smirked. Easy.

He didn’t waste time. One rough shove and she was on the bed. Bryce followed right on top of her. He didn’t care about foreplay. This wasn’t about her. It was about him—proving he could walk into any room, any life, and take what he wanted.

In one full motion, Bryce slid deep inside her, his body moving with a force that took her breath away. Ghost gasped sharply, as Bryce dick was already too deep. Ghost pulled off her hoodie as her eyes widened, and a soft moan escaped her lips, betraying her mixed feelings of pain and pleasure. Bryce felt her body tense around him, but he paid no mind to her discomfort. He was in control, and he intended to keep it that way.

He set the pace—hard, fast, and utterly selfish. His thrusts were relentless, each one driving her further into the bed. Ghost’s breath came in ragged gasps as she clung to him, her body torn between resisting and giving in to his domination. She could feel every inch of him, the raw power of his movements overwhelming her senses. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, desire, and a deep ache for something more than just this fleeting physical connection.

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Bryce’s eyes were focused on the wall ahead, his mind detached from the act itself. For him, this was about exerting his control, proving to himself that he could take what he wanted, when he wanted. Ghost’s pleasure was not his concern; her body was merely a vessel for his own satisfaction.

Within minutes, he reached his climax. His release was quick and unceremonious, devoid of any shared intimacy. As soon as he was finished, he pulled out, his body already retreating from hers. He reached for his shorts, his movements quick as he slid his shorts half way back on.

“Damn, baby,” he said, flashing her another smile as he pulled his shorts back up. “You always take care of a nigga.”

Ghost didn’t answer, she just grabbed the towel and rubbed it over his chest again before going lower and wiping off Bryce penis before he pulled his shirts up the rest of the way. She knew the routine. Knew that this was all she’d get from him.

But Bryce wasn’t done yet.

“Aight, I’m still wet,” Bryce said, glancing around the small room. “I’m about to take a shower?”

Ghost hesitated. “Wait, My mama in the living room”

Bryce cut her off with a wave of his hand. “She ain’t gotta know. Come on, Ghost. Hook a brother up.”

Ghost sighed, but she led him to the tiny bathroom at the back of the house. The shower was barely more than a stall, the curtain mold-stained and the water pressure weak, but it was better than nothing. Bryce didn’t wait for her to leave before stripping off his boxers and stepping under the lukewarm spray.

He took his time, letting the water run over his body, washing away the sweat and rain and the faint scent of Ghost’s cheap perfume. He lathered up with her body wash, the floral scent clashing with his usual cologne but better than smelling like the swamp. He even washed his hair, running his fingers through the short, neat waves as the water rinsed away the grime.

When he was done, he stepped out, grabbing the towel Ghost had left for him. He dried off slowly, his body still humming from the sex, the shower, the feeling of being clean, of being better than his brothers. He tossed the towel on the ground and snuck back into the bedroom naked. 

Ghost looked up and saw his penis flopping around, “Boy put this towel on!”

Bryce caught the towel and sat on the bed. Then placed the towel on his legs. He looks over at Ghost and say, “I appreciate you for real girl.” That put a smile on Ghost’s face and they talked for a few minutes. Bryce’s stomach started to growl.  He looked over at Ghost and said, “Hey, grab me something to drink and a sandwich, will ya?”

Ghost, without a word, got up and headed to the kitchen. Bryce watched her go, a smirk playing on his lips. She returned a few moments later with a soda and a sandwich. “Mind if I—?” Bryce asked, though it was more of a formality than an actual question.

Ghost didn’t answer, but she didn’t stop him either. Bryce took that as permission, scarfing down the sandwich in a few bites before cracking open the soda. 

As Bryce laid on the bed looking over toward Ghost, his penis got erect as if it had a mind of its own. Standing tall at 9.5 inches, Ghost laughed and started playing patty cake with it, her hands clapping gently from side to side against his erection. Bryce, excited, knew what was next. Ghost went down slurping on his long pretty dick. He placed his hand on her shoulder guiding his dick down her throat. On her knees, while Bryce lay back on the bed, she moaned as the size and weight of Bryce dick was everything.

Within moments, he climaxed again. Ghost pulled off for a second letting a few ropes of cum fly in the air before Bryce forced his dick back in her mouth. Ghost swallowed. Then pulled off and laughed at all the cum on Bryce’s body. Bryce scolded her about wasting his nut saying, “It needs to be in you baby girl.” 

She looked at him with a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She was on cloud nine, her mind buzzing with pleasure and satisfaction. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this good.

Then, with a casual command, he ordered her to clean him. Ghost, ever compliant, got a towel and wiped off his penis and pubic hair. Bryce lay there, relaxed and content, his body humming from the release.

But Bryce didn’t care about any of that. He was already thinking about his next move.

“Aight, Ghost, can you put the clothes in my gym bag in the washing machine.” he said, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head. “I’m gonna crash here for a bit. Wake me up at 11 pm.”

Ghost opened her mouth to protest, but Bryce was already sprawling out on her bed, his arms behind his head, his eyes closing. “And bring me another sandwich when you get up,” he added, his voice already fading into the rhythm of sleep.

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Logline

Bryce leverages his charm and physical appeal to escape the shack’s chaos, using his brief sexual encounter with Ghost to secure a clean place to sleep, food, and laundry, entirely on his own self-serving terms.

Blurb

Bryce, determined to escape the swamp life he despises, abandons his brothers and uses his connection with Ghost to secure a temporary, clean refuge. Deon confronts Bryce on the walk over, pointing out that his brother’s ambition is built on the “charity” of others, which Bryce fiercely denies. At Ghost’s house, Bryce charms his way in, and the ensuing sexual encounter is fast, brutal, and entirely selfish, with Bryce focused only on his own need for control and satisfaction. Having proven to himself that he can take what he wants, Bryce manipulates Ghost into giving him a shower, food, and laundry before he sprawls out on her bed, fully content with his temporary luxury.

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