Just then the phone rings. I pick up. It's my best friend Jessica...She sounds hurt, and very afraid... I can't understand what she saying...
"Sarah! Help me! I'm over at the....park on ... 27Th Street." She screams into the phone before it goes dead. I swore I could hear her crash to the ground.
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When I woke up, my best friend giving me a worried look. But... that's not the first thing I noticed. When my lids fluttered open, the first thing in my vision was her - leaning over me, her large naked breasts dangling just inches from my mouth. Desire flooded through my veins fast and furiously. It was hard to stifle the reactions of my body to the vision my eyes had procured before me.
"Jess! What happened?" Sarah asked in her usual gentle manner
I leaned forward, resting on my elbows. I wracked my brain to try and figure out why Sarah and I were both stark naked, lying on a bed fitted with plush silk sheets. Neither of us had jobs that afforded us this kind of luxury. Unless Sarah was hiding something from me. My memory had blocked out the last...
"What day is it today?" my nose and forehead wrinkled in perplexity.
A deeper voice answered, "Friday, July 11."
I turned to look. Intense ice-blue eyes stare back at me, inciting the memories of my own fiery hell. I screamed and tackled Sarah, making us both tumble onto the floor. I was hoping the edge of the bed would make a momentary shield while I scanned the room for a weapon. We were a tangle of limbs as both of us fought for control. Then it hit me. He wasn't scrambling after us. I stopped fighting with Sarah and let her pin me to the thick carpet. Momentary pleasure was destroyed by the suspicion that held me. Sarah must be in cahoots with... him. They set me up!
"How could you?" I accused her.
"How could I what? Why are you so afraid of James?" Sarah whispered, nodding to the man lying casually naked on the bed fiddling with his nails, pretending to be anything but dangerous.
"You! Cavorting with the evil spawn of the devil! Don't you see these marks all over my body?" I said pointing to the myriad cuts and bruises marking almost every inch of my skin, including my private parts. "Who do you think gave them to me?"
"You think James did that to you?" Sarah kept her voice down. I saw the familiar twitch of her lip when she was trying to suppress a grin. I crossed my arms over my breasts so she wouldn't see my nipples hardening at the sight of her. Though my eyes lingered on the twin bite marks on her own nips.
"Look what he did to you, too." I said gesturing. Sarah looked down at herself and blushed.
"It's not what you think. I got a call two days ago from you saying that you needed help. We found you in a park, unconscious. James and I brought you to his hotel room since it was closer. This is the first time you woke up." Sarah explained.
"If I may, I would like to suggest that I order room service. You must be famished." James said slipping off the bed. He went into the bathroom with the cordless phone in his hand. He closed the door firmly behind him. I visibly calmed when he left the room.
"Jess, what happened to you?" Sarah asked once again, reaching out to touch my face. I grabbed the edge the sheet and pulled it off the bed. I covered both of us to give me at least some semblance of modesty. I didn't want her to see me like this.