Fiona sat restless in bed, her hands brushing against her slender thighs. How long had it been since she dumped Clive? Weeks? Months? As Fiona polished off her first glass of wine, she reminisced about his reckless company, his late nights out with the lads and the lack of attention she received. She couldn't possibly imagine taking him back. Yet there were times, between the sheets, where she felt dominated by Clive and his sexual energy.
Sometimes she imagined reaching for the phone, if only for an hour of passion. Knowing Clive though, it would only end in tears. She'd end up falling head over heels again and it wouldn't be long before he was sowing his oats elsewhere. What was her name? Rachel? After the secret text messages and the lingerie in the car, Fiona wanted to strangle her. But it had been weeks since that final explosive argument and Fiona was beyond the point of caring. He can have the bitch, she thought. As she went to light up a cigarette, her phone beeped.
do u want 2 meet up tonite 4 a chat? I got a gud film 2 watch. hope ur okay babe -- luv sandra xx
Fiona smiled briefly and drew a sigh of relief. At least there were some friends she could depend on. Sandra had been her best friend since high school and was always there for a giggle and someone to talk to. She was a bit of a tart around the lads but Sandra had a heart of gold, even when men trampled all over it. Sitting up comfortably against her pillow, Fiona sent a message back.
still miserable about clive but fuck him. come on over and we'll have a few drinks. could really do with some company tonight. x
Fiona looked at her laptop and thought about snooping on Clive's Facebook. She didn't want to look but in a way, she felt he was still a part of her life. Clive wouldn't see it that way, she thought. Clive would've seen her as "a nice piece of ass". In a lot of ways, she wondered why she had even bothered putting up with him in. And it wasn't just the sex. If that was the case, she'd have put her cleavage up on Facebook, sending messages like "Hello boys" to her friend list.
Not that she would, of course. That was the sort of thing Sandra would do. Besides, her dad was on Facebook. Ugh. Fiona cringed and pushed the laptop aside before helping herself to another glass of wine. Then she grabbed the remote control for the television, hoping something interesting would be on. She flicked through the channels aimlessly. Rhinos mating? No, that strangely reminded her of Clive. The news was boring and would send her to a wine induced sleep. Fiona eventually settled on You've Been Framed for a few cheap laughs. Thirty minutes later and her phone beeped with another message from Sandra.
ill b ther in 2 mins babe x
Fiona put on her dressing gown and made her way downstairs. She didn't have a spacious studio flat; downstairs was a kitchen and bathroom, with upstairs being Fiona's bedroom and living room rolled into one. It wasn't a perfect home but at least there was a large bedroom she could unwind in. The bed had two large pillows which served as comfy back rests for whenever Sandra came over to watch a film.
Sandra used to visit once a week but since she started working nights, it was harder for her to come over and visit. This was a rare occurrence these days and after being on her own for a few weeks, she was happy to have some company. Company eventually turned up in a leopard skin skirt, holding a bottle of Lambrini and a DVD. Good old Sandra, Fiona thought.
"Come in love", said Fiona.
After a short hug, they both went up to Fiona's room. Sandra started telling Fiona about some bloke she had started seeing from The Dog and Duck. Some cute builder with a nice arse, she kept saying and it wasn't long before Sandra's smutty sense of humour had Fiona in stitches. Fiona wished she could be as care free as Sandra but often, she lacked the confidence to do what she wanted. Eventually, the conversation veered from Johnny Depp to Fiona's ex-boyfriend from Hell.
"I don't know why I can't be more like you," Fiona sighed. "You seem to go through life, completely care free and I'm here, stuck in a rut, waiting for Mr. Right to come along. After Clive, I just don't know what to do with myself."
"Oh hun," laughed Sandra. "You don't need a Mr. Right. You need a Mr. Right now."
"I've had plenty of them," Fiona remarked. "They're just...they're just so fucking useless."
"Language dear," smiled Sandra. "We'll not tolerate smut in this house." Sandra did her "I'm innocent" look before swallowing the neck of her Lambrini bottle. When she came up for air, she continued. "It's fucking disgusting, I'll have you know." Fiona collapsed onto her pillow, laughing hysterically. After a few fits of laughter, Sandra turned the conversation back around to Clive, much to Fiona's dismay.
"If I were you, I'd do something he would hate," said Sandra.
"Such as?" Fiona asked.
"Well," mulled Sandra. "Was there anything he wanted to do in bed? Maybe something which seemed, I dunno, weird?"
"I don't want to go there Sandra. The last thing I want to do is get shagged by his mates."
"Did he tell you that?!" Sandra giggled.
"It's not funny Sandra!" Fiona snapped. She briefly composed herself. "He would say it all the time. "Oh, Darren says you're fit and wants to give you one", or "Can I bring some mates back?" You have no idea Sandra; sometimes I think he didn't really want me unless it suited him."
"I know Fi but you should get your own back, especially after everything he's done to you."
Fiona sighed and lay back into her pillow. It wasn't easy talking about these things although Sandra had been her best friend for years; if anyone was going to laugh at her, it sure as hell wouldn't be Sandra.
"Can I ask you something San?" said Fiona nervously.
"Sure babe -- what is it?"
"What would you say if I said I did want to sleep with his friends, just to spite him?"
"I'd say go for it. He'd never know what hit him. Maybe you could put it up on the internet as well..."
"Sandra!" Fiona interrupted. "I can't do that!"
"I'm only joking. But you should see some of the videos on the internet."
Fiona, smiling to herself, passed Sandra her laptop.
"Okay, show me." Fiona grinned cheekily. Sandra drank some of her Lambrini before pulling up a web site with a load of amateur porn videos. Fiona sat in amazement, shocked that Sandra knew the website address off by heart.
"Oh. My. God. Sandra -- how the hell do you know about this stuff?"
"Men," she giggled back at Fiona. "You know, I quite like watching these videos myself. Maybe we could do one together..."
"Sandra!" Fiona hit her with a pillow.
"Okay, okay. How about this one?" Sandra paused before reading out the title. "Dirty slut fucked in all holes." Shall we give that a go?"
Fiona sighed. "What's it about?"
"A romantic comedy, I think," said Sandra. "Four men struggle to take control of a woman and her desires."
