The Player's Proposal

4: The Purple Hair

Percy POV

"Thanks for coming over. I had a really good time," I expressed with a smile.

The purple-haired girl turned around and crashed her lips onto mine. It caught me off guard, but I happily accepted the wild kiss. The sensual impact pushed me back against the wall of my trailer.

I felt her cold hands travel up my abdomen.

I groaned into the kiss as my hands explored her back and hair for the third time that day. She was a carny, so I expected her to be wild and charged. I wasn't going to lie, she was fantastic in bed. I had a phenomenal experience today.

"Hmm, I wish that we could continue, but I have to get going," I said as I pulled her arms away from my chest.

She breathed heavily while brushing her hands through her hair. The purple in her hair was vibrant and fiery. It added to my physical attraction towards her.

"I had an awesome time. Maybe, I'll see you at the carnival again," she commented slyly.

I doubted that I'd see her again. I watched as she got into her beaten-down car and drove out of my apartment's parking garage. I appreciated my experience with her. It was exactly what I needed after the beating that I received yesterday.

My legs were sore and bruised while my back ached from yesterday's punishment. It was a good thing that I found a carny this morning because she did most of the work in bed.

I was a man, but I was completely okay with giving the power to the girl. After all, it was about mutual satisfaction.

I appreciated the purple-haired chick. She gave me great pleasure.

That's what sex is about.

Sex is pleasure and distraction. I have a painful life, and sex helped me deal with it. It acted as one of the only sources of satisfaction and relief. The internet calls it alternative pain relief/therapy. I agree with the term.

Physical pain is debilitating. However, the pleasure of sexual experiences helps me cope with the symptoms of domestic abuse. Furthermore, while I'm with a girl on a date or having physical interactions, I am distracted from my messed-up life.

That's why I seek sexual relationships.

I want to have physical interactions, but I don't want people to know about my pain. No girl deserved to have to share pain like mine. I don't want to be the cause of a special girl's stress or hardship. It wasn't fair.

Also, I don't want anyone to be close to me because of Gabe.

I was NOT going to let him hurt anyone else.

I sighed as I reentered my trailer. It was essentially a small, metal box. There was a tiny kitchen, a small couch, and a small bed at the end. A bathroom was also connected between the bedroom compartment and the kitchen/living area.

It was a very small trailer, but it was enough to accommodate girls. Trust me, bringing girls here is much safer than taking them home where Smelly Gabe stays.

I quickly cleaned up before leaving for Grover's house.

Grover lived with his uncle and aunt since his parents died when he was very young. Uncle Hedge and Mellie were his dedicated parents since he was three years old. They were interesting people, and Grover was my best friend.

I got to Grover's house in no time, and I walked straight in. Being able to barge into your best friend's house and bedroom is one of the hallmarks of a close friendship.

I always treat Grover like I would treat any family member.

"Hey, man. How's it going?" I asked as I jumped onto his water bed. Not gonna lie, his water bed was one of many reasons why Grover is my best friend.