Katherine took her time, re-reading through the initial interactions between the lawyer and her supposedly guilty client. The author had taken great pains to detail the interactions between the two main characters. Their meetings bristled with sexual tension, and the heat of the story flowed from the pages. Through her fingers and up Katherine's arms, her body began to hum rhythms of lust. Katherine began to shift her legs and squirm slightly as she re-read the first sexual encounter between the lawyer and client. The detailed description of the lawyer and client's tongues dancing together in her office. It always made her a little self conscious that she became so turned on by reading such lascivious material, but never so self conscious that she would stop. Her breathing quickened as her eyes feasted on the details of the sexy young lawyer having her business suit peeled off in her office. As the lawyer was hoisted up on the desk, Katherine slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her sport shorts. She could feel the warmth radiating between her lips as she gently stroked the small, soft mound of hair just above her pussy. As she gently scratched her and rubbed the soft, short locks of hair, she slowly extended her middle finger. Phrases such as
nipples sucked and pinched, deep thrusts and moans,
and
stroking the shaft
flashed before her eyes as she inched her finger between her swollen lips, feeling them moist and ready. She rubbed them for a moment and purred, taking a second to picture the scene.
The smell of a heavy oak desk and of a man in the late summer evening, the feel of hard wood against human flesh, the taste of another's tongue....she began to move her hips and squirm. She parted her legs lightly and probed her longest digit in, just a bit at first, then deeper. She whimpered softly and brought her wet finger out to give her clit some attention.....it felt so good.
God it felt soooo good.
Katherine's heart was racing as she read how the young lawyer assumed control and mounted her client in the high-backed leather chair. Katherine plunged two fingers into her now sopping pussy, and whimpered quietly with pleasure.
Then, BAM! An aggressive, intrusive sound burst into her consciousness and broke the aroused spell she was under. The clamor of a heavy car barreling up the slight slope of their driveway rudely shook Katherine back to reality.
What the FUCK is that?
Katherine thought angrily as she jerked her hand from her now swollen pussy. But of course, she already knew. The rumbling of the oversized American made engine. The erratic squeak of the tires as the obviously impaired driver slammed the car to a halt and accidentally elbowed the horn as he.... of course it was a he, stumbled out of the vehicle. Katherine had heard this routine about a dozen times before, listening as Tony climbed out of the car three stories below. Tony was home, and he was ready to crawl into bed with Stephanie. He probably had a) been turned down by too many random women at the bar and was sufficiently horny to resort to plain old familiar sex with his loving girlfriend and, or b) had sated his fill of booze and fraternizing with his buddies and was ready for a nightcap, Or c) was just drunk and needed to pass out and their place was closer than his apartment to whatever bar he had his last drink.
FUCK THIS.
Katherine fumed as she swung out of bed and of the bedroom door, then down the hall to Stephanie's room. She was not going to let this happen. Not tonight. She opened her friend's bedroom door abruptly without knocking. Katherine had clearly heard the TV on as she approached Stephanie's bedroom door and assumed she was still awake. But Stephanie was out cold. The wine and emotion had overtaken her. Katherine also saw the foil wrapper of a sleeping pill on the nightstand, which no doubt finished her off. Stephanie lay there curled up on her side, snoring gently as re-runs of a 90's sitcom played out quietly a few feet away. There was no point now trying to rally her friend to stand up for herself. Stephanie would offer little to no resistance in her present state and would further be too tired or hungover the next day to summon any strength to argue. Tony would offer a few cursory apologies, start in with the smooth talk, and then they'd make up in a whirlwind of passionate sex.
Not tonight.
Katherine thought determinedly. She'd been interrupted TWICE now- and her boyfriend wasn't even home! All she wanted was a little fucking peace so she could enjoy her trashy novel and rub out a nice "O" or two. But instead she had to be the shoulder to cry on and relationship mediator, and a metaphorical cold shower was her only reward.
FUCK THIS SHIT,
she muttered.
Katherine narrowed her eyes and bounded determinedly out of the room and down the stairs towards the living room. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to tell that lying, cheating, inconsiderate bastard to get the fuck out of her house and hit the road. Stephanie sure as hell wasn't going to do it. Katherine was just coming down the last flight of stairs when she heard him approach the outside door and slide his key in the lock. She started walking towards the front door when the deadbolt turned, and the door swing open. There, looking drunk, weary and stupid with a grin on his face, stood Tony. He immediately started in on the charm.
"Oh, heyyyy Kat- you're up late.." but she cut him off. In a hushed shout, Katherine unloaded.
"NO. NO. NO! You are NOT doing this again Tony. Not tonight!" Katherine walked boldly up to him with her pointer finger extended sharply at him and her other hand secured at her hip.
"What? What the hell do you mean?" Tony answered, incredulous. Of course he knew what she meant. This may have been the first time she had confronted him, but he knew Katherine wasn't his biggest fan. She often addressed him condescendingly, which Tony took for her being stuck up.
"You know
exactly
what I mean. Treating Stephanie like shit....like a disposable plaything! Then coming over here drunk at an ungodly hour trying to make up and get laid. Well, not tonight Tony. Just turn your ass around and go home!" Katherine was doing her best to contain her anger and not shout. She felt the blood rush to her face, then the adrenaline course through her veins as Tony closed the front door and squared to face her.
"Look Kat," Tony began evenly with his palms out defensively, "I don't know what your problem is tonight, but I came to see Stephanie because she asked me to come over later." Again, Katherine wasn't falling for it.
"Bullshit, Tony! I have been up with her for the last 2 hours watching her cry and complain about you and your drinking, cheating and being an asshole! I heard her from my room fighting with you, so I know she didn't want you over!" She jabbed her finger at him and stood her ground. Tony, undeterred, shrugged her off and went to walk by her, but Katherine slid sideways to cut him off and stopped him. She held her right palm out and held it against his shoulder as she began in again. This time, even more firmly.
"Uh, uh. No. Not tonight Tony, I mean it. I have seen you jerk my friend around for the last time. If you really want to apologize, go home and sober up and come back when you are ready to treat her right. She's not some fuck toy at your disposal." It was hard for her not to scream at him, but she did not want to wake Stephanie and get her involved.
"Katherine, I don't have time for this bullshit right now." Tony again waived her off. This time he was visibility irritated. He rolled his eyes impatiently, and this time stepped back to his left to get around her. But again Katherine stopped him.
"TONY. I said no! Get out of my house." she said insistently, again putting her palm on the front of his shoulder. "Go home. NOW!" she added forcefully, but as quietly as possible. Tony glared at Katherine, shook his head and took a half step back. He looked to the side for a moment, contemplating his next move. Breaking the momentary silence, Katherine continued.
"I'm sick and tired of Steph putting up with you. You think you are a player, huh? So hot with your stupid ass car, your money and your own place you never let Stephanie see? She may not have the guts to say it, but you are a fucking
asshole,
and I told her tonight she needs to drop your dumbass!" Tony knew Katherine didn't like him, but this was the first time she had come out and said it so bluntly. He blurted out,
"Kat, I don't know who in the hell shoved a stick up your stuck up ass tonight, but I came here to apologize to Stephanie. I don't know what you heard, but it's nothing like you are making out."
"Bullshit, Tony. Like always, just more bullshit. You act like I don't know Stephanie at all, like we aren't roommates and haven't known each other since fucking college, you manipulative shit! I know your story, Tony. You'll go up there, knowing that Stephanie is drunk, you'll sweet talk her and promise her a bunch of shit, and in the morning she'll forget all about it. Well not tonight! Get OUT!" Tony shook his head again, getting even more frustrated. His face reddened as he was really starting to steam. In his semi drunk state, all he wanted to do was get in bed with his girlfriend, have sex, and pass out. And now her snobby, bitchy roommate all of the sudden decides that 3am on a Sunday morning was the perfect time to hash out why she hated him. Finally, he took a deep breath and steam rolled ahead. He stuck out his left arm and pushed her aside as he went to dart past her and said, exasperated,
"Look Kat, not now..." In his present inebriated condition, he underestimated his strength. Tony pushed her aside with a little more force than was needed. Katherine was caught by surprise; she knew he was strong but was taken aback by how hard he had pushed her. She had to scoot her legs back quickly to maintain her balance. Tony paused and shot a glance at her when he heard Katherine gasp, stopping for a brief second. She didn't know it, but he was relived she had not fallen. He hadn't meant to injure her. But it was all Katherine needed.
"Don't push me you FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Katherine yelled as she wound up her right hand and delivered a fierce, crossing strike with an open hand across Tony's cheek. The sound of her hand striking him echoed sharply off the kitchen cabinets nearby. Tony turned, stunned at the force of the blow, and Katherine herself grew wide eyed, stunned at what she had done. They both paused, taking in what had just happened. Tony broke the silence first.
"Ouch, Kat! Fuck, that hurt! Why are you being such a fucking bitch?!" he blurted. Katherine gasped and fire shot behind her eyes. Satisfied that Stephanie had not woken up, she gathered herself and in more hushed tones continued. "Don't you ever-EVER- touch me, you prick! Now get the fuck out of my house." Tony turned to look at her. His cheek burned. He had never seen Kat like this before, and he strangely respected her for what she had done despite it hurting like hell. She had some fight in her, for sure. Katherine was guarding the staircase from him, determined to turn him away. Her chest was heaving as she breathed, and her face was flush crimson with rage. Tony quickly assessed that she was very strong for her size. He knew he had pushed her too hard, so he decided to let that one strike go. Not wanting Katherine to start screaming again, he went to diffuse the situation.
"Katherine, I'm sorry I didn't mean to push you so hard I just..." but before he could finish Katherine delivered another blow, this time with her left hand, to Tony's other cheek.
