Fiona's Revenge

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."

"Ooh, that sounds nice," replied Fiona sarcastically.

"Don't knock it 'till you've tried it," smiled Sandra.

She pressed play on the video and in a matter of seconds, Fiona's bedroom resounded with the noise of a woman getting fucked savagely by a group of hairy men. It looked vulgar and repulsive but Fiona couldn't help but feel curious as she watched. She had often thought about what it would be like to be dominated by a group of men. She knew Clive wanted to her like that but it was because her inhibitions - and their dwindling relationship -- that she often put it out of her mind.

But as Fiona watched this video with Sandra, she felt a tingle through her body, that feeling she got when something -- or someone -- had started turning her on. She visualised herself being the woman in the video yet with Sandra around, she didn't feel comfortable thinking about it. Fiona quickly dismissed the idea and turned to face Sandra.

"Actually, I don't think I'd want to try that," said Fiona.

"Oh come on Fi. Not even Brad Pitt and Bruce Willis?"

"That's different." Fiona smiled. "But let's face it - that's never going to happen."

"Of yes it is!" Sandra grinned, waving the DVD she had brought over.

"I never knew Brad and Bruce did a film together."

"Yeah, it's bit of an odd one. But they're both fucking hot."

Fiona nodded in agreement and as Twelve Monkeys started to play, she curled up next to Sandra. She missed this quality time with her friends. Clive often prevented Fiona from meeting up with friends whereas it was fine for him to go down the pub and leer at tarts all night. No more of that now, she thought to herself. Then she started thinking about what Sandra had said. As she lay next to Sandra, she couldn't help but think of her fantasy. Of course she wanted to fuck his friends and make them jealous but it was the sort of thing she thought about, not the sort of thing she actually did.

Besides, she didn't really know his friends that well. There was Darren and Steve. Both of them were all-right looking, a bit like Clive. Tariq fancied himself as a bit of a player, always dressing up in smart shirts and jeans. Sandra once said she slept with him and remarked that his dick was the size of a cucumber. Fiona wasn't superficial by any means but she though of Clive's size and remembered being unimpressed. Thinking to herself, she turned over and poked Sandra.

"You've slept with Tariq, right? What was it like?"

"Oh that prick. He likes to think that he's God's gift to women."

"Didn't you say he was good in bed?"

"I said he had a big willy. I didn't say he knew how to use it."

The two of them laughed and returned to watching the film. Fiona turned around to look at Sandra who was busy playing about with her mobile phone. After a few minutes of clicking, Sandra put her phone down, turned around poked Fiona.

"I've just asked Tariq out for you."

"You haven't! Oh my god San, I don't believe you!"

"I told him you wanted it good and hard, all...night...long."

Fiona punched Sandra playfully in the arm. "You're fucking lying!"

"No, I just told Dave that I'm staying here and can't meet him tonight. If that's okay with you?"

Fiona let out a sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted was her ex-boyfriend's mates phoning her for sex. She looked up at Sandra, nodding to let her know that she appreciated her staying over. It wasn't often she had this time alone with friends. After a few more glasses of wine, the two of them eventually drifted off to sleep. Sandra's snoring was relaxing although Fiona had difficulty sleeping. Her dreams were dominated by thoughts of men encircling her naked body.

She imagined being at the mercy of these anonymous muscular men, stroking their large erections eagerly in front of her. As she thought of what it would be like to live such a fantasy, her hand slid down her pants, brushing against her clitoris. Then she woke up in shock; she couldn't believe she was doing this with her best friend sleeping next to her. Exasperated, Fiona rolled as far away from Sandra as possible before going back to sleep.

In the morning, Fiona found it difficult make eye contact with Sandra. What if she had heard her moaning or rustling about under the covers? It was too much for her to even think about. Fiona quickly put on her dressing gown and made her way down to the kitchen to make breakfast. Sandra smelt the burnt toast and moaned out sleepily, "Make us some as well please Fi." Fiona smiled to herself, knowing that last night's incident must've gone unnoticed. After getting breakfast in bed ready, Fiona returned to her room, passing Sandra a cup of tea and some toast.

"Thanks Fi."

"That's okay. Did you sleep well?"

"Not with you fidgeting all night," said Sandra. Fiona went completely red in the face.

"It's okay Fi," said Sandra. "I know how strung up you've been over Clive."

"I'm so sorry San. I don't know what came over me."

Sandra looked Fiona in the eyes, leaning over to cuddle her. After a much needed cry, both of them sat up and enjoyed a bit of breakfast in bed. "We haven't done this in ages Fi, not since you finished Uni."

Fiona sighed. "Those late night stop overs were the best. Although remember how you always used to wake me up whenever you brought lads back with you?"

"Yeah," Sandra replied, eating her toast. "Maybe your itchy fingers last night were a way of getting me back. What were you dreaming about anyway?" Sandra grinned.

"I'd rather not talk about it," said Fiona moodily, drinking her tea. Her phone started to ring. It was Clive.

"Oh god, it's him." said Fiona. "Should I answer it?"

"Tell you what babe," said Sandra. "I'll leave you to it and call around this evening. I'm off work for a few days anyway. Besides, we've got loads of catching up to do. If you don't mind, that is."

Fiona was relieved to have someone around who wasn't going to judge her. She thanked Sandra and promised to call her later in the evening. After a quick hug at the front door, she returned to her bedroom where her mobile refused to stop ringing. She turned her phone off and switched on her laptop. After drinking the rest of her tea, she waited for Facebook to load up. Once on there, she moved the cursor over Clive's profile link.

"It's now or never," she thought to herself and closing her eyes, she clicked the mouse. When she opened her eyes, what she saw made her angrier than ever. Whether it was sex or a full blown argument, she wanted to feel something and without hesitating for a second, she switched her phone back on. Sure enough, Clive rang back.

"Yes? What do you want?" Fiona answered angrily, drumming her fingers.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry," Clive pleaded. "I know what I did was wrong."

Fiona groaned. "You think that's going to change things? It's over between us Clive. Over. I don't want you calling me up as a last resort."

"What do you mean babe?"

Fiona paused to assert herself. "You know exactly what I mean. I've just seen your Facebook." Fiona stopped again before quoting from his profile. "Last night was fucking awesome. Can't wait to see you again. Kiss, kiss, kiss". Which one was it this time? Rachel? Jessica? Do you actually think I'm stupid enough to take you back after everything you've put me through?"

"I still love you," Clive whined.

"Go fuck yourself Clive," snapped Fiona, switching her phone off completely. For the rest of that morning, she lay in bed crying. Three years she spent with Clive, hoping he would change. He never did. Maybe Sandra was right, she thought. Maybe she should sleep with all his friends, just to piss him off. But that was never going to happen. She called up Sandra, hoping she wouldn't be busy.

"You just can't get enough of me, can you?" Sandra giggled.

"I've just been on the phone with Clive."

"Uh oh."

"I told him to go fuck himself."

"Good for you babes. Look, I'm busy right now but I'll be over later, okay?"

"Thank you San. I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it. Bye!"

Fiona collapsed onto her bed. If only there was something she could do to take her mind off things. It had been a month since she was laid off from the plastic moulding factory. It wasn't glamorous work but it paid the bills and it certainly stopped her from thinking about her then useless boyfriend.

She closed down Facebook and did her weekly online job search. Accountants needed. Secretaries wanted. There never any level entry jobs for unskilled workers. Years ago, people were crying out for them. Not these days. Fiona eventually applied for a cleaning job at a nursing home, along with a leaflet distributor. Both claimed to exceed the national minimum wage and there wasn't any harm with sending out her CV. Shortly afterwards, the phone rang.

"Me again," said Sandra cheerily. "I was wondering whether I could bring a friend of mine over this evening."

"If it's Dave, forget it. I don't want to see you two humping all night."

"Oh you'd love it really," Sandra said cheekily.

"Oh really?" Fiona sighed, wondering if Sandra ever stopped being a floozy.

"No, it's not Dave," Sandra said. "One of the girls at work invited me out for a meal and I said I was meeting up with you tonight. If you want, we can all hook up and get a Chinese between us."

"Yeah, that sounds cool."

"Okay then. See you later."

"Later."

That afternoon, Fiona spent the day looking through her old photo albums. She saw a picture of her and Sandra at Alton Towers from five years ago. They were both in their early twenties then. She looked so attractive; Fiona sometimes wished she had Sandra's looks. Sandra probably felt the same way, she thought. What was it men liked about them? Fiona stood up to look in the mirror.

Her chest wasn't anywhere near as curvy as Sandra's but her bum was something every man seemed to desire -- she was always getting bum compliments. Fiona's legs were more slender than Sandra's but then, Sandra had sexier eyes and the sort of lips men would kill for. Who was she kidding? They were both attractive and capable of getting anything they wanted. So why did they always end up with ass holes for boyfriends?

Fiona sighed and collapsed into bed with her photo album. Another photo of her with Sandra, this time on her 18st birthday. That was a great night out. She flicked the page and laughed at Sandra licking champagne off some hunky stripper's chest. He looked so handsome and was far more fun to talk to than Clive ever was. She longed to be with someone like that. Not because he was a stripper but because he wasn't afraid of himself the way Clive was.

She ran her finger over the photo, imagining her tongue exploring his body, the taste of warm champagne in her mouth. Her thoughts wandered to the large bulge in his thong. Fiona parted her legs, running her hand between her soft thighs, gently brushing her clitoris. Moaning softly, she continued to pleasure herself over photos of this stripper. She made circles with her fingers and as she did, her mind slowly wandered to her group sex fantasy.

Three, four, maybe five men? She wasn't concerned about how many there were, just that they were surrounding her, taking it in turns to pin her down and savage her with their hardened members. She thought of being controlled on her hands and knees, filled with cock after cock after cock, whether she liked it or not. Fiona moaned loudly, sliding her fingers inside her wet pussy as she further visualised her sordid dream. She imagined all of them encircling her naked body, clutching her breasts, shoving their rock hard pricks in her face.

Her heart beat faster as she imagined kneeling down, pumping the massive shafts between her fists, sucking and licking every single one until they erupted all over her face. Fiona screamed out with pleasure, her body shaking intensely from what she considered to be the best orgasm in weeks. Maybe the best orgasm she had ever experienced. Flustered and trembling, she hurried downstairs to cool off in the shower.

Later that evening, Sandra turned up with her guest.

"Hey Fiona -- this is Lucy," said Sandra, holding a bottle of booze.

"Hi Fiona," said Lucy, who looked slightly younger than Sandra.

"Hi Lucy," Fiona smiled, inviting the two girls in. All three of them headed to the bedroom.

"You'll have to excuse the mess Lucy -- it's been a terrible week for me."

"Don't worry about it. It happens to all of us, sadly."

"Men, huh?" said Sandra, opening a bottle of wine. She noticed the old photo album lying on the floor. "Been looking at the good old days?"

"It was only a few years ago San," laughed Fiona.

"Yeah but it feels like ages sometimes. Which is part of the reason I wanted to invite Lucy over. She's getting married next week."

"Poor girl," laughed Fiona. "I mean, congratulations Lucy", she added, smiling.