#the lesson

"Hey everyone! It's ya girl, coming at you with another installment of The Lesson. Now, tonight I took over for a driver named Adam. Tall guy, kinda cute, great hair. But the point is, he looks absolutely nothing like me! But just you wait - I'm gonna pick up his next ride and they're not gonna bat an eye. Know why? Cause people don't wanna rock the boat anymore! We're all just seeking comfort, stability, as little social interaction as we can manage. They might think in their heads "Hmmm, this chick certainly doesn't look like an Adam," but they're not going to stick up for themselves! It's really, like, honestly super sad, guys."

You pull up to the customer waiting eagerly at the curb. It's cold out tonight, so they clutch their jacket close to their neck and hop slightly from one foot to the other to chase any warmth they can manage.

The back door opens.

"Oh, thank goodness! I was freezing my ass off out there."

"Hey, Greg! I'm gonna be your driver tonight! Get on in here, you'll catch your death out there." You wink at the webcam in front of you at the virtual audience. "I see you're heading to Marcus Plaza?"

"Yep."

"Awesome sauce."

The person huffs under their breath at your outdated expression. Your face hardens ever so slightly, grip on the steering wheel tightening as you start the journey.

After several minutes pass in silence, you glance back in your rearview at the passenger. It's an older guy, maybe late 40s, with a patchy beard and a crooked nose. His eyes looked watery as he scrolled his phone, exhaling through his nose every now and then at something funny he read.

"Watcha watching?" You ask sweetly.

"Huh? Oh, just some Insta reels."

"Ooooh, I love Instagram. But I like X a lot better, you can get away with posting some crazy stuff on there."

He huffs a laugh. "Yeah. I've run across some shocking things on there."

You raise your eyebrows, intrigued. "Oh yeah? What's the craziest thing you've seen? I bet I can top it."

A devilish glint twinkles in his sad, beady eyes. He's trying to seem like a badass, but he just looks constipated.

"Hmm. Well, one time I saw some dude put a little firecracker between his ass cheeks."

You giggle brightly, he seems pleased with himself.

"Boys are so silly sometimes." You flip your hair over your shoulder and feel his gaze linger at your exposed shoulder. Boys are so silly sometimes. Too easy. "Wanna know something I saw on there?"

He nods, fully engrossed in this conversation now. He leans forward against the back of the passenger seat to watch your tits bounce, although he would say it was just to see your face while you spoke.

"I saw this girl take a dull butterknife and hack pieces off of some guy's lips and face for awhile before she jammed it straight through the soft part of his jaw. Right under here." You pushed on the soft, fleshy underside of your mandible.

The passenger's face twisted and he leaned back in his seat.

"Oh, man, that's...that's fucking disgusting."

"Yeah, pretty gross. The gurgling sounds really stick with ya. But I think my favorite ones were clips from those Spree killings? You remember those, down in Azusa a few years ago?"

He furrows his brow, thinking, and begins to nod slowly.

"Y-yeah. I think I do. That guy, um, I can't think of his name...started with a C or something."

"A K. Double K! Kurt Kunkle. Yeah, a lot of his stuff gets posted on there, it's definitely not all the goriest, but the lessons he had for all of us, just... chef's kiss."

You look out at nothing in particular admiringly, thinking of all the clips of Kurt putting his rig together, making the poisoned water bottles, even just tasting vapes. God, you wish you could be one of those Pineapple vape pens.

"Huh. Yeah, that, uh. That rings a bell. I remember hearing about that awhile back. He died, right?"

You exaggeratedly shrug your shoulders and smile cheekily. Like you know something he doesn't. He shifts in his seat and clears his throat. A few more heavy moments of silence pass. He doesn't scroll his phone anymore. After a beat, you chime in again.

"Hey, d'you think Adam's okay?"

He looks confused. "Who the hell is Adam?"

"Oh, your driver for tonight. You didn't check the picture on the app, did you?"

It's dark, but you know the color is draining from his stupid face.

"Wh-why wouldn't he be--"

"Well, when I stole his car he put up a hell of a fight, but I managed to get him weighted down and sunk him in the quarry before I came to get you today! I doubt he's alright, I waited around for like half and hour and the bubbles stopped coming up long before he ever did. But still, you know that saying, no body, no crime? Well, sometimes I'm like, no body, no dead? Haha. I dunno. I'm still workshopping it."

You hear the squeaking of the leather seats as his endless uncomfortable squirming never stops. Your irritation is mounting as your adrenaline begins to surge.

"You um...can you just let me out here?"

"Ummm can you say please at least, asshole?"

"P-please. Please let me out."

"That's better, Greggy. But no, I'm not letting you out."

He suddenly lunges to the front to try and take the wheel from your hands. He didn't see the knife you had tucked away between your thighs. You brought it up once, quickly, sticking it straight into the side of his neck.

His eyes bulged, brain not quite registering what happened right away. He thought maybe you just hit him really hard. That is, until you pulled the blade back out. The serrated edge tore through his flesh and blood sprayed from the wound.

Like, sprayed. You squealed as it pulsed into your face, on the windshield, over the camera lens, every surface it could reach.

He sputtered beside you, clutching at his throat, but his fumbling fingers couldn't find enough purchase to stop the cascade. He grew weaker, quieter. The spray became a dull throb, and then he was dead, slumped over the center console.

You breathed heavily in the driver's seat, eyes closed, letting the rush of endorphins race through your body. You needed to get home, fast. The killing was nice, but it was just a prelude to your favorite part of the night - the Big Finish.

"Hoo boy. I'm a mess, guys. That was a good one, though! He was...juicy. Let's take care of the mess here and head home, I'm sure you are all on the edge of your seats." You wink at the camera and pause the stream.

When it resumes you're standing in your bathroom naked, still covered in Greg's blood. The shower is running and steam gathers at the periphery of your lens.

"Holy shit guys, that guy took for-fucking-ever to clean up! Thanks for hanging in there, for me. You're all so good to me, it... It honestly makes me super hard. You wanna check out my b-boner?"

You pan the lens downward slowly and reveal a thick, pink dildo in your hands.

"Aaaahaha! Gotcha! Classic. We love you, Kurt. So much. This one's for you." You give a playful little wink before moving into the shower and slamming the suction cup end of the dildo on the wall directly behind you.

You let some of the hot water cascade down your body, streams slicing through the blood stains on your skin. After lathering, rinsing, and repeating, the waiting became too much.

Your fingers left your hair and trailed down the column of your throat, past your collarbone, over the mound of one breast and over the stiff, peaked nipple. You palmed it, kneading it and whimpering at the touch.

Sinking your hand lower you find your core slick and sensitive. You suck in a breath through your teeth as you run tiny circles in just the right place. Pressure builds in your thighs and belly, but before it can release you stop and glance at the camera.

17.k viewers, holding steady.

"Not bad." You smirk. "But we can do better."

You position yourself in front of the dildo on the wall, hands gripping the edge of the tub and the tip of it nudging against your ass.

You look into the camera again, but your eyes are not seeing that anymore. You picture him standing there before you, chest heaving, hair falling into his eyes.

Your eyes roll back as you push back onto the pink silicone, hitting a spot deep inside you that had been aching for attention. You imagine it's his thick cock, swollen and throbbing, his big hands grabbing your hips and holding you steady.

"Kurt..." His name escapes your lips as you begin pumping yourself backwards, fucking the wall. Even over the running shower the sounds of your arousal are obscene.

Your breasts sway, your muscles tense, and when you add the sensation of circling your clit like before it all culminates into a blinding orgasm. You cry out for him again, desperate to believe, and disappointed when reality comes crashing back down around you. This is who the show is really for, after all.

You slide off and peek at the stream.

25.9k viewers. Better.

"Thanks for coming with, babes. Signing off for the night. And Kurt, if you're watching... Miss you." You kiss two fingers and hold up a peace sign.

The stream ends. The buzzing and excitement of the night immediately sours into one of bitter reality and emptiness. You throw on a big T-shirt and some briefs and head to bed.

If only you knew that one of those 25.9k people was the exact one you were reaching out too - and he was your biggest fan.

A/N: Dark romance lovers, are you seated? The Lesson's back in session!