Chapter 3

Mark Wayland and Alice Pieszecki excitedly played a video game in the common room of their bedroom dorm suite. Mark, a six foot two schlub, with a scruffy five o’clock shadow, competed fiercely against his friend. His large stature easily allowing him to tower over his semi petite, five foot six roommate as they both rambunctiously slapped buttons on the controller in an effort to see who was a better ‘ultimate fighter’.

“Ahh, feels good.” Mark murmured as he punched in a combo on the controller. “Like a cigarette should after sex.”

“Fuck you!” Alice shouted back in outrage as she watched Marks chosen character punch hers in the face, sending blood flying across the screen and lowering her character’s health drastically.

They continued to play in relative silence. A few grunts or moans escaping from their mouths every now and then, but for the most part, the only noise coming mainly from the game itself. 

“You think we’d ever make it if we’d tried out for a porno movie?” Alice asked all of a sudden, her concentration still firmly fixed on the video game.

“I’m not sure” Mark replied honestly as he glided his hands over the controller, his fingers a blur of motion. ”I think my dick’s too small for the porno business.”

“Come on, man.” Alice said, chancing a glance at Mark’s sweatpants incased crotch. “We’d get at least one free lay.”

“Well maybe you’d get a free lay, dumbass.” Mark chuckled as he continued to beat Alice’s character to a bloody pulp. “But I wouldn’t start out with the women. First I’d have to work my way through the gay porno ranks, then and only then would they let me do hetero shit. And I don’t know, but right now I’m not into the whole gang-banged in the ass by dudes thing.”

“How the fuck do you know this shit?” Alice inquired as she repeatedly hit the ‘x’ button on the controller, making her character stimulate an uppercut motion.

“I’ve got a cousin who’s in the business.” Mark shrugged casually as if it was no big deal.

“Yeah, right.” Alice said, as if not believing his answer.

“Hey, hey.” Shane shouted as she barged through the front door of their apartment, setting her keys on the small table set up by the door.