Party Girl

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.

~

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.

Gail joined and Katrina found the strength to calm herself and being the good hostess, offered her friends coffee which they readily agreed. Chatting a bit about their mild headaches as Katrina joined them at the table with her own steaming mug. Jenny was quiet and brooding. Gail asked.

"Jenny just before Katrina's surprised us, you were upset about something, what was it?"

Taking a deep breath Jenny delivered the news.

"It seems as though someone has been doing a bit of snooping. I've got some good news and some bad news."

Not waiting for them to ask, Jenny explained.

"I asked our best private investigator to see if she could find Karen Martin, remember she's the woman who went to jail and lost her practice after seducing Dr. Mills. Well, she found her, and she's agreed to meet us in Boston."

"That's great news. What's the catch?"

Gail asked waiting for the bad news.

"There's no catch that I know of, but the bad news is that my PI has a friend that was hired to do a job and owed her a favor and shared some information. It seems that Katrina and I are the targets. There are photos of us together, in the biblical way if you get my drift."

Just as Katrina had calmed herself,

"Wait...what? That bitch hired a PI to get pictures of us together! What kind of pictures? Don't tell me. Pictures of us together...intimate...having sex!"

She wanted to cry again, but now she was just angry, very angry.

Jenny continued, realizing how bad things had gotten and how Katrina must feel.

"The PI had to submit the photos, it's how he makes a living, but he's agreed to send me copies. I'll look them over at my office and determine how bad the damage is and figure out our next move."

~

Arriving early for his appointment, Eugene was in his usual chipper mood. He liked meeting with Sandy, (Dr. Mills), he corrected himself. If she weren't his psychologist and if he didn't already have a girlfriend, he thought, he might consider making a play for her. As he settled into the couch, he considered that only a few months ago, he'd never thought about being with a "white woman". After getting to know Dr. Sandy through his sessions, he realized he was very attracted to her. The way she talked put him at ease, the sound of her voice was gentle and pleasing to his ears. There was something more, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He watched her move about her office as she prepared for their session, and he imagined her naked. It was so very vivid. He could almost see her mouthwatering large breasts bouncing about as she moved, the same size as Katrina's. But unlike Katrina's marvelous tits, Sandy had pierced her nipples with tiny silver barbells, or so his overactive imagination told him. She was so different than any of the girls he'd been with or conversed on any level. He continued to fantasize. She'd have a bald pale pussy he imagined. He liked that; a bare pussy tasted better, some hair was okay, but it spoiled the fun and felt weird whenever he'd swallowed a stray hair. He was surprised at how active an imagination he possessed. I'll bet she'd decorated her pussy with jewelry, too. A single silver hoop piercing her labia and a silver barbell through her clit, matching the ones in her nipples, he smiled at the thought, unaware that Sandy was speaking to him at first.

"Shall we begin?"

She asked in a very professional tone.

Abruptly brought back to reality Eugene smiled.

"Sure,"

he said as she took her seat and picked up her iPad.

"We need to talk about your performance during the last two games. You were distracted. Your play was spotty at best. Where was your head?"

He didn't say anything.

"It wasn't in the game, so where was it?"

She demanded.

He lowered his head in shame and admitted.

"We had a fight."

"You had a fight with whom, one of the coaches, a player?"

she asked already suspecting the answer but needing him to say it.

"With Kat, I mean...Katrina. She doesn't want to stick to our plan."

"Continue..."

she insisted.

"The plan...our plan... for her to follow me here after she graduates. I'd help her find a job and we'd marry have a bunch of kids and at the end of my contract we'd go west and play for multiple sports teams. But she's not interested in it anymore and I don't understand why."

Large tears began to run down his face.

"I think you do. Think about it, what do you think has changed?"

Sandy asked accusingly.

"I don't know. I know she still loves me, but something has changed."

"Do you really need me to tell you? You saw her at the party, didn't you? I was there too."

A sudden burst of memory streamed forward, the summer in Las Vegas and how one of the parties turned into an orgy. He remembered how all of them got caught up in the moment. And how the alcohol impaired his judgement. He remembered Katrina relaxed enjoying herself and getting "airtight".

"What, nah...that was just Kat fulfilling fantasies. She watched that video of 'Airtight Amy' she teased me and said that she'd do that too if she ever had the chance. It was all in fun."

"No, I'm not talking about that."

He fidgeted, as more memories returned. He saw Katrina again with different women, between their legs, licking and sucking, playing with their titties.

"You mean the women? She was just messing around. She's not gay. Most women, they're curious about being together, right? But most after being with a real man never follow through, right? She was just entertaining a fantasy."

He sounded as though he was trying to convince himself.

Hiding her joy Sandy began,

"I don't know how to tell you this Eugene, but it's more than that, much more. Katrina has fully embraced her lesbian side. She's taken a lesbian lover; a redhead and they are a couple. I'm sorry to be the one to have to tell you. I know it comes as a shock but it's true."

She handed him photos from her desk drawer, the most provocative of the lot.

Accepting the 8x10 photos, the first one could have come from the pages of Hustler magazine.

"No!"

Eugene said as he looked at the first picture. It depicted a naked Katrina spreading the pussy lips with her fingers, of an equally naked redhead. Her legs spread wide and Katrina's mouth in the center. The next photo was a close up, Katrina's tongue could be seen licking the redhead's clit. One photo after the other showed the act in detail and the facial expressions of the participants.

"No this can't be true. Where did these photos come from?"

Tears once again filled his eyes and plunged down his cheeks. The pornographic pictures were of a very good quality. He'd never seen pictures of Katrina naked; it was startling how beautiful she was, but she was with someone else, a woman, just as naked. He continued to flip through the stack. Katrina making the redhead moan as she held her head with both hands. There were a few of Katrina lapping the juices she'd caused as the redhead woman screamed her delight. The next few were of them fucking one another with a strapless dildo. The first was shot from the rear angle, the next from the "missionary position" and still more featuring them in the classic sixty-nine. The final was a "photoshopped picture" of them still gloriously naked and exchanging rings. The most surprising was Katrina's new gold piercings, prominently displayed, nipples with gold barbells and the redhead pulling the ring in her labia with her teeth.

"Eugene, I understand that this feels like a betrayal, but these things happen. I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt you. Katrina just discovered her true self. I'm sure she plans to tell you. It would be too cruel to do it over the phone. She's probably planning a visit and will tell you then. You need to prepare yourself."

Eugene was crushed, tear tracks stained his face, and he began to weep anew.

"This isn't true, she loves me. She's not a lesbian."

"I'm sorry Eugene, but these pictures tell a different story. You need to accept that and move on. You have a lot of people depending on you. If you are going to be the first man to play three professional sports in the same year, you're going to have to shake off disappointments like this and move on and, concentrate on what's important."

She put a hand on his.

"But...but...I play for her. I've always played for her. I have no one else to play for,"

he sobbed, tears and snot choked him. He snatched four tissues in rapid succession from the nearby box and put them to work.

"Play for me, Eugene. I'll help you achieve your dreams."

"What?"

"I love you. I know I shouldn't, but I do. A psychologist isn't supposed to fall in love with their patients, but I fell in love with you the first time we met. I've thought of nothing else but being with you. You remember us being together, not as patient and therapist, but as lovers. Not just fucking but making love and making plans."

Then she spoke in words he didn't understand on a conscious level, and a new flood of memories exploded in his mind. They were indeed lovers. They had sex after every session, and sometimes that was all they did was make love. He knew every inch of her body. What she liked best and what she was willing to tolerate to made him happy.

"How could I have forgotten this?"

Standing she looked into his eyes and captured his attention. Then reaching for the placket of her blouse with both hands she ripped it open, buttons flew in every direction exposing the bra that barely concealed her new tits. Unclasping the front hooks, her tits sprung forth, revealing her pierced nipples with the silver barbells. Just as he'd imagined. They were hard causing her areolas to crinkle, evidence of her arousal. She quickly removed her pants disclosing her pale skin and recently waxed bald pussy. She knew he loved it nude; he had told her so.

Despite his confusion Eugene began to grow, bulging his loose-fitting slacks. He stood and she approached him, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He slipped off his loafers with practice ease and stepped free from them and his slacks. He was at his full length, somewhere north of ten inches.

Normally, Sandy would be on her knees sucking him as he sat, but their height differences while standing brought them to the perfect level. She swallowed the huge head, stroking him with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. He grunted, his mind blown as she worked her hands and mouth over his cock. She knew what she was doing and was very familiar with what he liked. He reached down and gripped her tits like they were twin basketballs. Her nipples stabbing his palms and he wished they had small mouths to suck her nipples. Her tits were different and yet familiar to him. He didn't know why, until he remembered she'd had a breasts enhancement, and used to be much smaller. As he caressed the twins, his thoughts returned to Katrina. Her tits were the same size and shape. Lowering his head and pulling one near, he tugged on the pierced nipple with his teeth and Sandy moaned. She liked that he remembered. With his other hand he pinched the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling back and forth, she let out a breath. He removed the compression shirt, tossing it aside, his cut washboard abs looking like something from a muscle magazine. He was ready and lifted her from her feet, with his strength she was weightless. Lowering her onto his cock, she wrapped her legs around him as he entered her smoothly as if they were made for each other. Using gravity, he let her completely impale herself and finding joy in the fullness. Squeezing him tightly as she pulled herself up and down.

Carrying her to the center of the room, stooped into a crouch as she bounced up and down and he slid in and out of her. He didn't remember ever doing this before. He wanted to do something new, something they'd never done before. Sandy was delighted as she fucked herself on his monster, she'd won. He was hers. He was consciously fucking her as his girlfriend. She wasn't manipulating this. It was his idea. Had he accepted her as his girlfriend! They fucked. They fucked hard. Sandy screamed as she came. She persisted bouncing up and down on the large phallic pounding deep inside her. He didn't stop and she came again. She was losing herself to the incredible pleasure. They'd never fucked like this, and her endless mind-altering orgasms continued. Finally, he grunted loudly and roared, filling her as unrelentingly he pumped harder. She was like a rag doll in his arms. She was limp, arms dangling at her sides, and he still continued. When he was done he laid her on the couch where she shook and vibrated from the aftershocks of their coupling. He pulled out and she felt their juices flowing from her gaping pussy. Consciousness returned, she grabbed his wet cock and licked it clean as it shrank, and she sucked it into her throat causing him to stiffen again.

From behind, he pulled her by the hips and thrusted into her again. After a few slushy strokes he came out and then entered her ass. She wasn't expecting it. He'd never done that before. She was too afraid to protest. She'd never had anal sex, never wanted to try it. She was so full. He was careful and slowed to a gentle pace but continued. Although she wasn't enjoying it she let him continue. She knew she could erase this horrible behavior and never again have to endure it. Then something changed. Slowly, little by little it began to feel good. She didn't know how that was possible. But soon it was feeling very good. Sandy moaned as the warmth flowed from her core, and every nerve-ending exploded. She was pushing back anticipating each stroke, her new tits shook wildly from her chest and her diamond hard nipples ached for attention, she screamed. That was the last thing she remembered.

Naked and well fucked Sandy woke in her bed, smelling like a brothel. Her usually well-croft hair was a scattered mess. He pussy ached, her ass was sore, and she felt their juices leaking from both her pussy and ass. Eugene was nowhere to be found. She called him.

"Babe...Eugene...Honey...are you here?"

She looked at the clock and realized he must be at the practice facility for their afternoon scrimmage. She wanted to watch the scrimmage, but she couldn't move. She replayed their session in her mind as she attempted again to leave the bed, then surrendered to the fatigue. She smiled. She'd won. Eugene was hers. She was his girlfriend; she didn't know if she'd survive if he fucked her like that all the time. She wasn't worried. She could change that, too. She imagined the changes she'd make and drifted off to sleep.