After the sex Larry accompanied her out of his home until the hot street. He was only wearing slippers and a towel that covered him below.

At the gate the young couple engaged in a long kiss of goodbye, then Larry spanked her on the behind as she smiled and walked away. He too smiled. The plan was about to begin.

He took out the Samsung mini camcorder which was buried under a pile of his clothes on top of the chest of drawer. His smile widened.

None of the clothes had covered the lens and not once did Amber glance at the camcorder’s way when she and Larry were doing it. By the way things looked, she may have not known about it. Larry threw himself on the bed, stopped the recording, then clicked play. All was well. All was captured. The sounds, the movements, the recording didn’t miss a thing. Larry’s smile grew into a giggle.

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Amber Quiller’s purple BMW raced her back home. If the abode’s tall gates didn’t swing open fast enough her bumper would’ve hit them through. Blake, the garden boy, needed to be on the way for her to look at him. He was reading the day’s copy of Guardian Times on the side next to the double swimming pool when Amber dragged her German ride on the tiled driveway as hurriedly as always. She parked the purple car in the space between her dad’s—Harold Quiller—twins of Audi Q7’s where they were positioned.

She hopped out while rapping to the song playing in the car. When she threw the door close the song stopped. She happily yelled her afternoon greeting to Blake who responded with a hand-raise she didn’t turn to see because she was already on the doorway, shooing off the two pit bulls which had run to bark to her knees. She slipped in past the double glass doors with the clink of her car and room Keys.

There was always a sense of urgency in her movements, her mind never seemed to settle on one thing. She’d do this, then the next minute she’d do that. Next thing you know there’s a bunch of unfinished tasks.

Zakes, the helper of the house only got a blow of air as Amber paced past him. He was about to ask her what did it ever cost to say a little greeting; a simple hi, but she disappeared inside her room before he could open his mouth.

She absent-mindendly tossed her Gucci bag on her bed. Gucci because she didn’t like carrying the same brands as any other learners at school. Nikes and all. Gucci because it was expensive. Gucci because not a lot people carry the same bag—in fact she hadn’t seen anyone with this type of bag before.

Amber’s hair was braids of purple and white; a swirl of the two colours. She liked the way it hung on her back and she always enjoyed to push it backwards so her diamond earrings would be visible and sparkly.

She had some Math homework to do but she went on Instagram live and began talking about her day in school; an update to her followers,or fans as she saw them. The viewership on the screen showed a number of 287647 people. The numbers grew.

She talked about how some of the girls —bitches as she refers to them — don’t fuck with her and how she don’t fuck with them too. She spoke nothing of the school work because that bitch did that, that bitch did this, that bitch’s new hairstyle looks like a waste of money, that bitch too broke, this bitch’s too ugly make-up makes her worse, that bitch is fucking on so and so, that bitch is copying me and she’s not even doing it right, that bitch thinks she’s all that but in actual fact she ain’t shit.

Amber went on and on. The comments floated up and disappeared on the screen. It was actually her first time slandering her classmates and schoolmates—at least on Instagram.

She talked with her purple glossed mouth pushed forward like she wanted to kiss the screen. A lot of “uhm..” And pauses in her sentences, and in her words she’d produce a smuck sound between her lips and her head only moved with the fiddling of the braids. 

Just then, she heard the door open. She closed off Instagram.

“Bad timing, girl, bad timing”, she said to Sally, who had just walked in so they could do that Math homework together. (Actually do that ‘Math homework together’ meant that Sally should come up with the answers)

“Sorry, but…” Sally mumbled to a stop and looked down at the Fendi carpet, pushed back her glasses from falling. She always looked jumpy and guilty of something.

“Can’t you talk now? What is it?” Amber asked. In Amber’s secret reason she just couldn’t afford to be seen with a girl like Sally. Amber minimised that as possible as she could. They were friends but they were no pictures of the two of them anywhere. “Are you gonna talk?”

“I—I thought you should see this real quick,” Sally said. She handed her phone to Amber.

“See what?” Amber saw that it’s a video. She pressed play and immediately saw the bed as Larry’s. His bedroom. Her on top of him. Both of them naked. Change of position. Him plunging on her. Sex sounds.

The recording angle of the clip was from the chest of drawer, Sally could tell from the above shadows that some things were placed above. The camera must have been hidden. Amber heard the door open again her fingers scrambled to find the side buttons of the volume of the phone, Sally helped with a quick hand they both lowered the moans on the video before Zakes could hear them. He poked his head through the ajar door, said: “I’m the one who let her in,” he looked at Sally.

“Jeez, I know. Didn’t I tell you to always knock before you enter?”

“Sorry. I just want to know whether the girls would like something to eat.”

“If we did then we would’ve come out and made the food ourselves,” Amber said, a lie. She didn’t know how to cook. “Now please leave.” Zakes backed his head away and noiselessly closed the door.

Deep breaths from Amber. She resumed the video. She hadn’t realised how much Larry was fucking her; she sounded like she was crying in the video, while Larry’s groans were fused with giggles and laughter. He really enjoyed her, mostly because he knew there would be an audience.

“I think it came out today,” Sally said. “And it’s trending all over.”