Other People's Drama Ch. 09

*Author's Note*

Part nine. Hopefully, this part goes over a bit better than the last part.

Thanks to all of you who have stuck with me so far.

Remember, all comments, graciously accepted!

Enjoy!

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So... Max and Jason. They were part of my unit, in the Gulf. We are like brothers, to this day.

Both of them finished college when we got back, and are now running a very prominent IT Security business in Denver. They know shit that will curl your toes, make your hair fall out, and scare you into religion.

Honest to God.

Anyhow, during the 'Morgan' thing, when I called them to come back my play in Florida, they didn't even hesitate. Why? They're sorta in the same business - but from a much different angle. Max's girlfriend is a very high-end hooker. The kind of people she fucks, are the kind you don't want to piss off. Some of them are Max's clients. Discretion is very key to what Belinda does.

In their case, Max and Jason are also enforcers - to an extent. Thing is, they are there to protect the girls - not intimidate them and ensure they keep working. It's a very special bunch that they have recruited, and they intend to protect their investment. If, however, one of them wants to quit, all they need to do is tell Belinda. The kind of money they are making, is such that, there seems to be an endless stream of college co-eds that are ready to take their turn.

When I tell Max and Belinda about Meghan, they get excited. Belinda wants to recruit her immediately, but I slow her down. I explain that we need to test her, to see how she is going to respond, before we go that far. I also add, that if it goes the way I expect, she won't have to do much recruiting.

The plan is, two weeks from now, I will bring her to one of the more upscale hotels in Denver, give her a room number, and send her on her way. She won't know there are two guys waiting on her. It's a test. Jason and Max are both going to use her - roughly - for about two hours. If she survives it, we'll know. If she cracks and loses it, I'll get her out of the building and back home.

Honestly, I have not a single doubt how it's going to end.

******

I'm sitting in my living room, thinking. About Polly. Her attitude about things - sex, and our relationship - seems to have changed as well.

Polly has been acting a bit rebellious of late, and has started dressing in a ridiculously provocative manner. This morning, Reggie texted me an image of what she was wearing to school - and I damn near freaked. In the image she is wearing an extremely short, red plaid, pencil skirt, held up by only two buttons, and with a side opening that goes damn near all the way up to her hip. The top is even worse. It matches the skirt, has long sleeves, and ends immediately under her tits. There are three buttons on it as well, but Polly is only using two of them. And, it's obvious she isn't wearing a bra. She has black platform shoes, and black thigh-high stockings, that barely make it up under her skirt. If she was going clubbing and was trying to advertise, I would understand - but there's no way this outfit belongs on a college campus. It's almost as if she is trying to follow in Meghan's footsteps.

I, on the other hand, am beginning to feel like I've created a monster. I also get the feeling she is perhaps trying to taunt someone in to giving her what I told her I wouldn't. The thought of how quickly that situation could go south, makes me shudder.

Knowing she is out of class at noon today, I grab my phone and send her a text message, asking her to come over so we can talk. She instantly shoots back a text telling me she doesn't need anymore lectures. I think about it for a moment, then tell her that if she doesn't come to me, I will come to her, and she probably won't like the results of the second option. To my stunned amazement, all I get back is 'yeah, right'.

Time to fix this shit.

I go over to the Patterson house, knock on the door, and a damn near nude Meghan answers.

"Which room is Polly's?" I all but demand, pushing the door open, and going in.

"Second door on the left," she replies, closing the door, stepping out of my way, and pointing down the hall.

I glance down the hall, then turn and make eye contact with her.

"When your smart-ass little sister gets here, some shit is going to happen. You might not want to hear or see it. If you chose to stay, you had damn sure better keep your mouth shut, and stay out of it. Understood?"

"Uh huh," she replies, a look of confusion covering her face.

"Good. Nice tits, by the way," I say, reaching out and squeezing one of her nipples.

"OUCH!" She let's go of the tooth brush in her mouth, and slugs me in the arm.

"Is Polly in trouble for some reason?"

"She damn sure is."

"What are you gonna do?"

When I turn and glare at her, she gets the message.

"Sorry I asked. You wouldn't actually hurt her... would you?"

Again, all I give her in response, is a glare.

"shit..." she mumbles.

"Go about your business, and don't interfere. This is between me and her."

"Lucas..."

I point down the hall, in the direction of the bathroom, which based on the tooth brush, is where I figure she came from. She goes quiet, and after a few seconds, goes that way. I follow her, going on to the door to Polly's room and opening it. I strip the bed of everything except the sheets, pull the bottle of lube out of my pocket, and put it on her nightstand.

Then, I hear the car in the driveway.

I go back to the front door, and when it opens, there stands Polly - and a guy. The look on her face is priceless. The look on the guy's face is pretty much comical.

"You," I point at him, "get your ass back in your car, and go. Now."

He stands looking at me for a couple of seconds, not at all sure what to think.

"This isn't your fucking house, Lucas."

I ignore Polly, and again make eye contact with the guy.

"Now."

"You can't do this, you asshole!" Polly blurts out, as she reaches out and tries to hit me.

The guy never says a word. He just turns and disappears.

I grab her around the throat, pin her against the closet door next to us, and close the front door.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she screams at me.

I grab her arms, twist them up behind her back, making her squeal, then literally drag her down that hall. Because of the platforms, she trips and stumbles a lot, on the way to her room. When I get to the bathroom, Meghan steps into the hall.

"Meghan, don't. This is between this little cunt and me. You need to stay out of it."

Big sister is by far, one of the most astute young women I have ever met. In a single blink of an eye, I think she figures out what I am doing. I can tell by her face, she is trying not to laugh. After a few seconds, she nods, goes back into the bathroom, and closes the door.

"DAMN IT, MEGHAN! You gotta help me!" Polly screams.

I continue down the hall to Polly's room, and when I am close enough, simply throw her 110-pound self onto her double bed, which immediately groans in protest. She immediately rolls over, and tries to get away. I grab her leg and stop her. She tries to kick me, but I catch the other leg as well. I pull her toward me, grab her hips, and forcible flip her onto her stomach, then quickly get on top of her, pinning her down. She tries to hit me, but I catch her hand, and again twist her arm up behind her. She groans as I twist just enough to make her stop fighting me. Then I grab her other hand, and put it with the first one. I unbutton my shorts, stroke my cock a few times to make sure it is rock-hard. Then, I reach down and pull her legs up under her, one at a time - trapping them in position with my own, and keep her head down on the bed, by applying a little pressure on her arms. I lift her skirt up over her ass, and without warning, shove my cock into her,

"oh fuck... god... fuck... you asshole!"

What I find completely intriguing, is that even with no 'lube', I slide right into her. Apparently, she is excited enough that she has created her own natural lubrication.

"Shut up, bitch," I blurt out, pulling back and ramming it home a second time, not stopping until it bottoms out. She, of course, lets out a scream...

"fucccckkkk! damn it... fuccckkk!"

...and then tries to wiggle off my dick. I grab her hips, and contain her.

"You want my cock and you know it, you fucking little slut!"

"uuuggghhh! damn you Lucas!"

I pull back again, then once again push until she screams.

"UUUGGGHHH! OH GOD!"

It only takes ten or twelve strokes before she is - whether consciously or unconsciously - slamming herself back into me on each stroke. The harder I push, the harder she pushes...

"fuck... yes... more... harder... fuck... fuck... keep going... yes..."

Then she climaxes, screaming the entire time...

"UUUGGGHH... FUUUCCKK... GOD... UUUGGGHHH..."

When I finally pull out of her, she collapses onto her stomach, sobbing and trying to catch her breath.

"That is going to happen to you many more times, before this is over."

Not a word. She just lays there, sobbing, and struggling to breathe.

I lift my weight off her, again flip her over, and she again begins to flail her arms trying to stop me. The moment I am again between her legs, I shove my still hard cock back into her. Her back arches, she keeps trying to hit me, but once again I am able to contain her hands. She wiggles and squirms, as if trying to escape me, but I hold her down by pressing her hands into her stomach with a fair amount of force. Then, the merciless fucking continues. I pound myself into her, my concern about hurting her beginning to wane. At this point, I am so fucking turned on, that I've lost myself to the guy fucking Polly. She grunts, groans, squeals, cries, and screams, but I am relentless.

I fuck her to orgasm a second time, listening to her muffled whimpers and she cums. At this point, it seems all the fight has gone out of her. I grab her hips, and flip her back onto her stomach, and she lets me.

I grab the bottle of lube, stick the end into her ass, and squeeze. In a microsecond she figures out what I'm going to do, and her resistance once again gets very energetic. In the blink of an eye, she is trying to get off the bed. I catch her around the waist as her feet touch the floor, and literally throw her back into the middle of the bed, the frame again making its own death sound, as she lands. Once again on her stomach, she goes back to kicking, swinging, and cursing at me. I grab her hair, and force her onto her knees, facing the headboard. She claws at my hand, and continues squirming, trying to get me to let go. I keep her ass pulled back against me, using her hair as a handle. I squirt my cock with half the bottle of lube, then squirt the rest on her ass. I take one hand and rub the lube into her ass crack and all over her hole, as she continues to squeal and squirm.

"fuck you! NO... you aren't doing that... do you fucking hear me?"

"The hell I'm not," I reply, shoving a gooey finger up her ass. "You want my cock up your tight little ass... and you know it."

"NO" she screams.

"Shut up... bitch... take it like the slut you are..."

I push, and the moment I do, as strange as it is, her entire body relaxes - but just long enough for me to slide in. In a very discrete way, she just told me that everything is okay - that she is a participant, not a victim.

"ohhh... damn... I told you no... you fucking asshole!" she screams, clamping down on my cock with her sphincter.

I've made such a mess with the lube, that all I do is push gently, and I'm balls deep in Polly's ass. And it feels fucking incredible. Once I start fucking her, she 'grudgingly' lets me - whimpering, crying, and still acting defiant. This lasts about two minutes - then the whimpering becomes grunting, the crying becomes moaning, and the defiance becomes a relentless begging for more, as she thrusts her ass back into me with each stroke...

"fuck... yes... harder... harder please... oh jezzz... god... harder... yes..."

I grab her hips, and give her every bit of me, until finally, I lose my load in her ass. Once the last contraction gives up the final dribble of cum, I pull myself out of her, and collapse next to her on the bed. When my eyes drift over Polly's limp body, I find a grinning - and still topless - Meghan, standing in the doorway looking at us. When she realizes I've seen her, she quickly disappears into the room across the hall.

When I reach down, and pull Polly's hair out of her face, she smiles at me - that same damn 'bubbly little kid' smile, that screws with me every time I see it.

"thank you..." she mumbles, as she lifts her head, and gently kisses me.

"For?"

"Helping me through some really stupid ideas I've been having."

"I was just worried that you would... well..."

She lets out a little giggle.

"I was going to fuck Wesley - that's all. I knew you were against what we just did, so I decided I'd just move on. I never wanted to be taken - or 'raped' - by some stranger. I wanted to be taken, and forcibly used by you. No one else."

"I know I hurt you... and I'm sorry."

"That's part of what I needed to experience. And, as much as you aren't going to like this, I have never been that damn turned on. I totally enjoyed every second of it."

She looks at me for a second, and then kisses me again. I watch as she takes off her shoes, and when I roll onto my back, she instantly snuggles up next to me, puts her head on my chest, and drapes her beautiful, stocking wrapped leg over me.

'How' I wonder, as I begin to drift off, 'am I going to explain this to Reggie?'

******

I'm lying flat on my back, stuck somewhere between sleep and consciousness, when I hear the voice.

"Mom says she's on her way home."

I open my eyes, and find a still dressed Polly, lying on top of me, cell phone in hand. I turn my head until I see the clock on her nightstand. 3:55 pm.

"Thank you..."

I refocus on Polly. She seems light years from the insatiable, foul-mouthed, little slut I abused a few hours ago. Her bubbly smile is back, her big blue eyes have a twinkle to them, and her hair is back in those cute little pigtails. It almost seems as if the 'sexually curious, sweet and innocent' Polly is back.

Still conflicted about our 'adventure', I'm not sure how to respond to her 'thank you'.

"So..." she says, stretching up, and kissing me, "think we'll ever do that again?"

"Do you want to?"

"Only if it's with you..."

"We kinda have a problem, Polly..."

"Yeah... I know. I'll talk to Regina later. If she's not happy with all this, I'll stop..."

"It's just that..."

"You love her. I get that. She loves you too - she told me so. Thing is, I'm not in love with you, I just like fucking you. I feel safe doing shit like we did today, with you. I'm honestly not sure I will ever trust someone else like that."

I can only smile at her, as she is typing a text message - presumably to her mother.

"I'm not going to become a problem for you and Regina - I swear."

She rolls off of me, sits up next to me, gently plays with my flaccid cock for a few seconds, then leans over and kisses me again.

"You should probably go home - unless you want my mom to find you here..." She finishes her comment with a giggle.

I get up, pull my shorts up, button them, pick up my sneakers, and head for the door. When I pull it open, she stops me, stands on her tiptoes, and kisses me one more time.

"I've got like twenty minutes to clean up that mess," she points down the hall, at her bedroom. "I'll see you later, okay?"

I smile at her, and go out the door. I cross the grass between the houses and in sixty seconds am standing in an excessively hot shower, with the head set to pulse, savoring the relentless pounding of the water, as it forces me to relax. And yeah, I let my mind wander back to what I did to Polly. As fucked up as it is, my dick is hard in seconds...

******

"Will you be mad if I ask what it was like with Polly yesterday?"

The question catches me totally off guard. I look down at Reggie, her head resting on my thigh, her blue eyes concentrating on me. The look on my face apparently gives me away.

"Never mind. I didn't mean to make things awkward."

"I kinda got in over my head, Reggie, and it got away from me."

"Look, Polly told me everything. I'm not mad, or hurt, or upset - I swear. I'm just really fucking curious."

"Why?"

"Because it's something I know I'll never be able to do."

"Good."

"Good?"

"Yes. Even if you were into it, it's not something I could do to you. Ever."

"Why?"

"Because I see you differently than I do Polly."

She smiles, gets up, straddles me, and gives me an intensely passionate kiss.

"I asked Mom how she felt about me staying over here more often."

"And?"

"She said 'You're damn near nineteen. If you want to move in with Lucas, then do it. If the people in the neighborhood have an issue with it - fuck 'em'."

I laugh - because I can actually picture Carla saying that.

"And?" I again ask.

"It's something you have to want as well. I mean... I'm okay with things the way they are - including your thing with Polly - but, well..."

"You're honestly okay with Polly and I having a sexual relationship?"

"As long as it doesn't mess with our sexual relationship..." she shoots back, giving me a very sinister grin.

"Will you marry me, Regina?" I blurt out.

"No, Lucas, I won't. That would just complicate, and screw things up - and you damn well know it. Let's just keep things the way they are, and live in the moment - every day."

This is my moment of epiphany - I realize, and accept, that Reggie isn't 'in love' with me. She probably does love me, in some fashion. But in her own way, just like Polly, she sees me in a different light - a friend, a savior, a teacher, a confidant - but not as 'forever'.

"Fair enough, beautiful."

"Please don't be hurt..."

"I'm not. I'll live in this moment, for as long as the two of you will let me. And I'll thank God for the part of your lives he has let me share."

With a lascivious little smile, she kisses be again, and says, "I have three more years of college, before I have to decide what to do with my life. Think you will survive it?"

Fuck moral standards! Time to take this damn bus to the end of the line - right?

******

So, just as I predicted, Meghan has found her path. She did exactly what I told Belinda she would do. How do I know? The room was wired, and I got to watch the video, which Max sent me a download link to, seconds after she left the suite...

"Please, come in," Max says, as I watch Meghan enter the room.

As comical as I find it, Meghan is wearing the classic 'school girl' outfit. Absurdly short plaid skirt, white blouse knotted in the middle of her stomach, white thigh-high stockings, and her sister's black Mary Jane platforms. Her long hair is braided into separate pigtails, and she is very subtly made-up, including a lot of 'glitter'. The epitome of 'teenage hooker'...

As she approaches Max, a totally nude Jason comes out of the suite's separate bedroom. The look on Meghan's face tells the story - she was expecting one guy. However, she handles it well.

"Wow!" she mumbles, stepping over and immediately grabbing Jason's larger than average cock. "This I can play with!"