Strange Days Ch. 33-41

"Really?" I asked eagerly.

"Seriously," she nodded, smiling. "I can show you how."

Gawd, I couldn't believe this. I'd found someone just like me. It was such a huge relief. Don't get me wrong though. I never once felt ashamed of my girl dong. Not really. But I'd felt different, alien. But not anymore.

I looked up at Holly and smiled. "Okay, I'm curious about something."

She nodded for me to continue.

"When you're with Violet," I began, bit my lower lip, then grinned. "Does she make you hung like a horse?"

Holly chuckled and held up her arm to wrap a hand around her wrist, then she hovered her hand flat near her chest. "Totally."

We got about fifteen minutes alone, discussing our magic dicks. Holly was so nice, so easy to get along with, though I'm sure it helped that we had something so special to bond over. We were almost to the point that we were about to whip out our cocks to compare them, but Violet dragged Holly off with her. Trevor arrived with Tabitha shortly after and we sat down for breakfast. Tabitha wasn't hung over at all. She hadn't had a single sip of alcohol last night.

It was funny, now that she was eighteen, my head was filled with naughty thoughts every time I looked at her. She was a beautiful girl, stunningly chiseled features, long legs, bright eyes, lovely lips, and a narrow neck that just begged to have my hand wrapped around her throat while I pounded my cock into her slim body.

I blinked, shook my head clear without anyone noticing.

See what I mean about the naughty thoughts?

Breakfast was wonderful, both in flavor and the light conversation. I made sure to let Holly know beforehand that Trevor didn't know my secret, so it, and hers, didn't come up. Trevor shared quite a few stories about his time at Princeton. He liked it there, but he would rather be closer to his friends and family. He'd looked into correspondence options, but they were really limited, at least for the courses he'd mapped out for himself. If he took a light semester, he could do it, but not with a full course load.

Holly, as it turned out, fit right in with us. She reminded me a lot of Paula, personality-wise, I mean. She was kind of shy, hesitant to use what I refer to as 'sailor speak', any 'foul' language, basically, but she was confident, sure of herself, and very observant. She watched all of us throughout breakfast, and after, getting to know us, our expressions, listening to the tone of our voices as we talked through various subjects. She was studying us, but in a good way.

Violet was so happy with her. I'd never seen with like this, practically glowing. Holly seemed just as head-over-heels for Violet too. They were constantly touching and cuddling, much as Sarah, Trevor and I were, which was really nice, I had to admit. I really hoped this would pan out for them, particularly for Violet. If I hadn't been with Sarah, I was pretty sure Violet would have pursued me for a long-term relationship, and aggressively too. Holly was a dream-come-true for her.

The thought made me glance aside to Trevor, and when he looked at me and smiled, I couldn't resist the urge to kiss him. Then I turned to Sarah, took her chin in my fingers, and turned her head so that I could kiss her too.

I guess Violet wasn't the only one whose dreams were coming true.

Chapter 39

Between school and work, the next three months blazed by, a chaotic whirlwind of eating, sleeping, working, studying. Oh, and fucking. Good gawd, there was a lot of fucking going on in our apartment, and the funny part was that not a single guy was involved. Most of the time, Violet stayed at Holly's apartment. With them together, screwing their little heads off every chance they got, Sarah got me all to herself. I loved it, and so did she.

Holly and I formed a fast friendship. We talked all the time, and she showed me how to use my gift like she could. I hadn't put any of my recent knowledge to practice yet, but I was looking forward to it. Honestly, life was so hectic for me and Sarah that we didn't really get as much time to have sex as you'd think. Both Sarah and I would be happy with sex every day, if not more than once a day, but we were relegated to once or twice a week at best, due to exhaustion, for the most part mine.

I was working my tail off at Dangerous Angels, mostly with Rose, but I'd had a few sessions with other models. I hadn't had to work with the super-bitch, otherwise known as Christine, but Darren warned me it was coming. Apparently, my work had really put Rose and the other girls in the spotlight. Their pictures were showing up in more catalogues than ever before, and a few magazines too, which was a first for them. There was even a rumor that Armia was courting Rose.

Darren told me that Christine had been bitching to some of the other girls about Rose, that Rose wasn't "the hot shit" she thought she was, nor me, for that matter. Darren said that was a sign that Christine would push herself into my schedule. I didn't think I was hot shit or anything. Hell, I was still learning everything I could, taking advice and getting pointers from the more seasoned photographers in the studio. I held no illusions about being more skilled than I really was.

Paula and Johnny were a solid item, by the way. They'd been dating since before Tabitha's birthday party, and were officially a couple since then. They hung out with us a lot now, which meant the core group had expanded to seven; me, Sarah, Violet, Holly, Paula, Johnny, Phillip and Mona. Or eight, when Trevor was in town to see us. Tabitha hung out now and then, but she had her own circle of friends to run with.

Speaking of Tabitha, she got a modeling stint with Armia, funny enough, seeing as how that's where I wanted to work in the first place. It was very much only part time. She didn't really want to be model. Acting was her dream.

And speaking of modeling, that brings me to two more updates. I dragged Sarah up to Dangerous Angels. First, she had a brief session with one of the photographers that had worked with Jean Pierre back in France, and before you knew it, Sarah had been snatched up by Armia. That's actually how Tabitha got her stint there, through Sarah. Like Tabitha, Sarah didn't model much, just once every couple of weeks, and they were short sessions. Sarah was showing up in clothing catalogues, like Abercrombie & Fitch and the Gap. Her parents were absolutely thrilled. Her dad was proud of her for trying something new, whereas her mom was not-so-secretly hoping that Sarah would make modeling her career, rather than computer stuff.

Lastly, Sarah and I went home a couple of weeks ago. We stayed at my house, mostly so that we could more or less freely have sex. I say more or less because my Aunt Claire ended up getting a divorce and moved in with mom, so when they were home, Sarah and I had to try not to scream our heads off when we, well, you get the idea. Mom and Aunt Claire were having a blast together, hitting the dating scene, each the other's wingwoman. Mom didn't know about my secret, but I almost told her that weekend. Sarah encouraged me too, but I chickened out at the last minute. Why? Trevor.

I still wasn't sure how I felt about him, and I think it was because I was madly in love with Sarah. When I imagined "forever", I always thought of her, knew she would be with me. As for Trevor, I hoped he would be too, but I wasn't certain of it. He loved me. I knew that. But we didn't have near as much time together as Sarah and I did. The relationship just wasn't as certain for me. I felt more strongly about him though, loved to see him, ached a little when he was away. But even when he wasn't with me, I was still happy, and maybe that was a sign that Sarah was more than enough for me, that we would be just fine without him.

As for how Sarah felt about Trevor, I wasn't certain of that either. Trevor had visited us twice since Tabitha's party, and both times, the three of us messed around. They still hadn't kissed though. I'd finally worked up the nerve to ask her how she felt about him, but I suspected her indifferent responses were evasive. She wouldn't lie to me. I believed that. Maybe she really wasn't sure how she felt about him, about the three of us being together.

But I knew how I felt. I was happy. I was in love.

I guess I should have known something would go wrong.

I was packing up my camera, having just finished a fantastic - in my opinion - session with Rose, so it was odd that someone would call my cell phone at almost two o'clock in the morning, even if it was a Friday.

"Hello?" I said, not recognizing the number.

A quiet voice, whispering, "Amy?"

"Paula? Is that you?"

"Amy," she said again. Something was wrong. Her voice sounded funny, slurred, like she was half-asleep, or maybe drunk. "I need help."

I ran out of the studio for my car. "Paula, what's wrong? What's going on?"

"I'm so tired," she slurred, and she was quiet for so long that I yelled into the phone. She tried again. "Wanna go," she said so softly I barely heard her, then she whimpered. "Please, come. Get me out of here."

She was crying, and it nearly sent my flying into panic mode.

"Paula, where are you?" I asked, jumping into the car and starting it up.

"Upstairs," she whispered. "Amy, hurry. He's coming back."

"Who?" I practically screamed. "Paula, who's coming? Johnny?"

"No," she sobbed weakly. "Todd."

Then I heard a door open, loud music, a door close, and Todd's voice in the background. "Let's get her out of these clothes, boys."

"Hurry," Paula whispered, then the line went dead.

She was with Todd Redding and others, alone, drunk, maybe drugged, and Todd said to get her out of her clothes.

Shit.

Shit!

I called the number back. It rang twice and went to voicemail. I called again, but this time, it went straight to voicemail.

Fuck!

Next call was to Johnny.

"Amy?"

"Johnny, where the fuck is Paula?" I barked into the phone.

He stammered a reply. "What? I don't...wait, she's with her sorority sisters."

"Where, dammit?" I yelled.

"My brother's frat house," he barked at me, but then the anger was gone, replaced with worry. "Why? What's going on?"

"Where are you?"

"Out with friends. What the fuck is going on?" he demanded, angry again.

"Get to the frat house, now," I told him. "Paula's in trouble."

I hung up on him, called Sarah, told her that Paula needed help.

"I'm calling the police," she told me, and I could hear her jumping out of bed, throwing on clothes.

Shit. Why hadn't I thought of calling the cops?

"Don't go in that house alone," Sarah said.

I was about a mile away from the fat house. I'd be the first one there.

"Amy, do you hear me?"

"I hear you," I told her.

Paula was in trouble, with that piece of shit Todd Redding, and God only knew what he and his friends were doing to her. I wasn't waiting.

Chapter 40

The driveway was full, so was most of the street. Nowhere to park, but there was a narrow gap between two trucks in front of the frat house.

Fuck it.

My car bounced up over the curb, hard enough to make a horrible sound, and I came to a halt in the front yard. By the time I got to the front door, people were already coming out to see what happened. I shoved my way inside.

The house was packed with college students and friends. Most of them were ignoring me. Ripping my blouse open down past my bra, I found the first guy that had a group of people around him, someone that might know what the hell was going on.

"Hey," I grabbed the front of his jeans and pulled him up against me, cocking my head like a stupid blonde - no offense if you're blonde, by the way. "Where's Todd?"

The guy looked me up and down, frowning. "Why?"

I smiled and ran my fingertips down into my cleavage. "Because I'm late for the party. They'll be hungry for seconds, you know?"

He grinned and waved his hand. "Upstairs. End of the hall."

I ran.

"Have fun!" he called after me.

If I found out later that guy knew what Todd and his friends were doing to Paula, I was going to kick his ass. Well, he was a foot taller than me, maybe that much wider too. Okay, maybe I'd just run him over with my car.

I pounded up the stairs, sprinted down the hall. Several people reached for me, asked what the hell my problem was. I shoved past them, reached the door at the end of the hall, and threw it wide open.

The first thing that registered were five older guys, Todd among them, one totally naked and the others in various states of undress. One of them was right in front of me, his back to me, wearing jeans and boots. He was facing the bed, and his arm was moving in a way that suggested he was jacking off.

The second thing I noticed was a guy in his underwear with a video camera, aimed down at the bed, nodding eagerly.

The third thing was a guy kneeling on the side of the bed, leaning over someone, and he was jacking off too.

The last thing was a long slim leg and the side of a body, visible just past the guy in front of me. It was a woman, a young woman, and there was semen on her thigh, and as I watched, the guy in front of me groaned and a stream of cum shot out onto her hip.

I knew. I knew it was Paula. I didn't have to shift to the side to see her to know, but I did anyway, and that's when Todd saw me.

I don't know how to explain what happened to me. One moment, I was in shock, and the next, I was angry. I was just so fucking angry. I didn't want to hurt anyone. I wanted to pull them apart with my hands, sink my teeth into them, rip them limb from limb.

So, there I was, all one-hundred and twenty pounds of me, in a room with five guys almost twice my size, if not more. It seemed perfectly logical to rear back and kick the guy in front of me square in his vulnerable nuts.

That's went everything went to shit.

The guy crumpled to the floor with an agonized wail, and then I saw her, Paula, naked on the bed, eyes almost closed, vacantly staring up at the ceiling. The guy kneeling on the bed was beside her head, the head of his cock just past her lips, jerking off into her mouth. Cum spattered her face, neck, chest and stomach.

"Get the fuck away from her!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, so loud my throat burned.

All of them started cursing, yelling. One of them ran at me and I slipped out of the way, grabbed his arm and used his momentum to throw him to the floor in the hallway. The guy with the video camera backed away, turning it off.

Todd leaped across the bed, reaching for me. He got hold of me, but I got hold of him too, whirled around and slammed him up against a short dresser, right into the small of his back. He wailed and fell, hitting the back of his head on the way down.

"Paula!" I yelled, grabbed her shoulders, tried to shake her awake.

Someone hit me from behind, or they kicked me. I don't know. All I know is that pain exploded on the left side of my lower back. There was shouting from the hallway.

"Fuck off!" someone yelled from inside the room, then the bedroom door was slammed shut.

"Fucking bitch," someone else growled from right behind me.

I turned just in time to see the punch coming for my face, and to see Todd getting back up.

Here's the thing. I don't fight like a girl. If there's one thing I pride myself on other than photography, it is self defense. I threw up my forearm, pushed the punch aside, made a fist, reared back, and knocked the fucker's lights out.

Something snapped in my wrist, set it on fire. I'd hit him wrong.

Banging on the bedroom door.

I was tackled to the floor from behind. I screamed. They grabbed my hair, pulled my head up, and slammed my forehead into the hardwood floor. Light burst behind my eyes, but strangely, there was no pain. I managed to push up onto my hands and knees, shoved someone off of me.

"You fucking cunt."

Someone kicked me in the ribs with a boot, hard, harder than I would have thought possible, and that really did hurt. There was a sickening crunch inside me, all my breath was knocked out of me. I tried to get up again, but I couldn't.

A hand in my hair again, under my arm, pulling me up.

"Stay with us, dyke," a guy growled into my face, grabbed my chin, squeezed until I whimpered. My vision was screwed, dark and light all at once, but it cleared a little. It was Todd. "I want you to feel this."

He spit in my face, made a fist, pulled his arm back, and punched me so hard in the left eye it felt like I'd been hit with a flying brick, something cracking inside my head.

If not for being held up by my hair, I'd have fallen to the floor. He hit me again, and again. Blood filled my mouth. When he raised his fist one more time, I managed to throw an elbow into the guy behind me and kick Todd square in the stomach. The guy behind me let me go, but Todd tackled me to the floor again. He threw his whole body into it, and my head was swimming too badly for me to counter him.

We fell to the floor in a heap. I slammed my knee into his ribs and he threw a hard punch into mine. We kicked and clawed, and I fought for my life, but ultimately, he was too strong. Todd wrapped both hands around my throat, heaved my head up, then slammed it back down against the floor. Light exploded behind my eyes again, but this time, when it faded, most of the room did too. I could see Todd's eyes though, filled with such rage, such hate, and something else.

His pupils. They were too big. Not sure why I noticed that.

"Fucking bitch," Todd growled. His hands squeezed around my neck. I couldn't breathe. "I'll fucking kill you."

I clawed at this face, tried to reach his eyes, but he slammed my head against the floor again.

My vision went black.

Then nothing.

Chapter 41

Beeping.

I heard beeping.

"She's coming around," someone said, a man.

There was a sob, then, "Amy?"

Sarah?

"Amy, can you hear me?" another voice, not Sarah. Mom? "Amy, baby, come on."

The beeping was louder now. I could hear people moving around the room. My eyes opened a crack, then someone pulled my eyelid up and shined a bright light in it.

I remembered a bright light from before, from my head hitting the floor, Todd hitting me in the face, again and again. I screamed, thrashed. Fire exploded inside me. Jeezus, it hurt.

"Amy, you're okay," the man was telling me. "You're safe. It's okay."

I couldn't fight anymore. I was too tired, hurt too much.

A hand closed over mine, gently. "Baby, it's mommy."

Mom? I think I said that, but I wasn't sure. I tried again. I heard my voice, but what I said sounded wrong, and my mouth felt weird, like it was full of cotton or something.

"You're okay, baby," Mom said, but she was crying. "You're gonna be okay."

Why had Todd hit me? Why was I even in the same room with him? He was an asshole. I had nothing to do with him. Why?

"Amy," Sarah choked.

I felt her lips on my temple, kiss me so softly, smelled her skin, felt her warmth. My body relaxed, knew it was her, and finally, my thoughts cleared.

Todd.

Paula.

Paula!

I screamed her name, opened my eyes again.

Hands on my shoulders, gently pressing me down. "She's okay, baby," Mom said. "Paula's okay."

There was light in the room, but it was muted. My vision was screwed. It took a moment to realize I couldn't see worth a damn out of my left eye, and it was hard to keep it open. I let it close and looked around with the right.

Mom was at my hip, holding my hand. Sarah was at my shoulder, leaning over a railing, her cheek softly pressed to mine. I was glad she was on my right, because the left side of my face hurt like a sonofabitch. There was a doctor at my left hip, bending over me, shining the light in my eyes again.

"Son of a...!" I groaned and turned away.

"Sorry, honey," he apologized. "But I have to check."