Party Girl
Chapter 8
She was livid but remained serene. Knowing that if she manipulated things just right she'd have Eugene all to herself, that is at least until she got tired of him and his constant mental lapses, or she gave birth to his child. She imagined raising a daughter, or a son. She'd be a good mother, not like her own who abandoned her once she turned eighteen. The things she'd teach her children.
As usual, Eugene arrived on time greeted her professionally and made himself comfortable on the couch. Not in a mood to play, Sandy got right to the point and asked him why he'd played so badly the last two games. He couldn't look at her. She was right, he'd played poorly.
"What was the point?"
Reluctantly, he admitted he'd had a fight with Katrina, and she had wounded him badly.
Pretending to feel badly for him, she consoled and sympathized, asking why he hadn't told her sooner, this too was part of her job. All the while elated by the good news; it was about time. She continued playing the concerned psychologist for a bit longer. She asked him questions about their conversation and how it made him feel, was he sure she meant what she said and similar appropriate questions until she wanted to puke.
It was time to drop her bomb on the lovesick romantic, then she'd condition him into forgetting the queer bitch all together. She pulled the series of photographs from her desk drawer concealing her joy. Her plan was working flawlessly. She had all the evidence she needed to convince him Katrina had moved on. There'd be no denying she was a lesbian, now. She had pictures of them shopping together, nothing special accept the hand holding, flirting, touching, and the knowing looks of desire. The pictures taken at the tattoo parlor getting her nipples and labia piercings were priceless. The way her girlfriend held her hand and kissed and suckled each nipple before they'd be changed forever. Sandy loved these in particular. She thought she might want to hold them in reserve in case stronger proof was needed. The piercings were important, she planned on using them as a device to further confuse him. Their bodies would be so similar with his eyes closed he'd be unable to tell them apart, their piercings were almost identical. She had to admit these were great shots. Her private investigator must have bribed the shop's owner to get such intimate pictures, the detail and quality was incredible. The best pictures were of the them having sex at Katrina's home. She'd lead with these. Sandy didn't know who the redhead was, but she was definitely hot. She guessed there must be something to the saying about
"gaydar"
assuming correctly the redhead must have picked up Katrina's vibes and behavior. There were several pictures of Katrina between the legs of the redhead. And of course, excellent shots of them in the most erotic position of all, the classic sixty-nine.
"Yes these will work fine,"
she thought. There were only two task remaining.
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It was early in the morning as Carmen and Gail were packing their bags, preparing to return home to Boston. Jenny was in the kitchen checking her messages as the coffee brewed. One message stood out among the others, and she opened it. She had planned to go to the office a little later than normal, so she and Katrina could talk before her morning classes. Everyone was nursing moderate headaches from all the wine they'd consumed.
With her earbuds in she played the message. "
Boss, I neglected to tell you. I got a call from an acquaintance, another PI who owed me a favor. He told me about a job he was given, to take pictures of a cheating wife and her girlfriend. He recognized one of the women. Boss it's you and some college girl. Are you in some kind of trouble I should know about? I gotta go. Let me know what you need."
"Oh, my Gawd!"
Jenny said louder than she intended, grimacing, this news wasn't helping her headache. She got up and poured herself a cup of coffee, then sat down again at Katrina's kitchen table. The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee lured Carmen and Gail to the kitchen where they heard Jenny's gasp. Before they could ask her what was wrong Katrina entered the kitchen to join them with another shock, stunning the three women silent.
"What did you do to your hair?"
They said in unison.
"Do you like? I felt like I needed a change."
She walked over to Jenny kissed her passionately, pulling her close, then breaking the kiss staring into her green eyes waiting for a response.
Still in shock Jenny couldn't respond.
"You hate it, don't you."
Katrina was beginning to panic.
"I knew it was a big change and had been fighting the urge for a days."
Recovering Jenny told her that she didn't hate it. It was just such a dramatic change.
"Why blonde?"
"I dunno, perhaps to find out if it's true blondes have more fun?"
Katrina said wearing a weird expression.
Gail asked.
"Katrina, what color is Sandy's hair?"
She thought about it for a moment.
"Oh, fuck me! That bitch made me dye my hair blonde!"
She began to cry and stomp her feet. Jenny and Carmen hugged her offering their comfort.
