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Whom You Least Expect


This is my first attempt to publish a story. It's in no way my first work, but it's the first one I got the courage to publish. I had to edit it myself; it took me four days to write, but four times that number to edit (got to appreciate an editor when you find one). My thanks go to KillerMuffin for her article 'Punctuating like a pro' on this site, it was very helpful and made me wonder about what I learned at school. This is a story of discovery and acceptance. This story contains references to drug use. All people involved are considered to be over 18.

Whom You Least Expect

"Miss Martinez, are you hurt?"

Here I was; a 5'6" 136 pounds raven haired Hispanic woman, close to my birthday number 19 talking with a massive police officer. His partner, a young trooper of Asian origin, was cuffing a beaten up young man of around 25.

"We are taking you first to the hospital then to the station," the trooper said to the young man, and then proceeded to read his rights.

"Look Officer LeBroc," I said reading the big officer name tag, "I am fine, he did not hurt me. Are you taking me into custody too?"

The African American officer picked a plastic bag with a rusty knife in it.

"No. You got witnesses and the store dependent is about to show us the video. We only need you to fill this form."

Shoes! I was buying shoes when the scumbag decided a shoe store was the best place to steal from customers. Two old ladies, the female dependent and I were the only ones at the store. He came inside welding that big commando knife, taking the women purses with him. But when he tried to get at me pointing that ugly thing at my face I just lost it.

Years of having been bullied during my high school years had made me stronger. I devoted myself to a course of self-defense for the last six months; a protein diet, muscle build and tone up regime at the gym had paid dividends today.

The saleslady was showing Officer LeBroc the video. His eyes went wide in amazement and were darting in my direction with incredulity.

"Miss Martinez, are you sure you are not hurt? That last kick to the head should have surely sprained an ankle."

"Now that you say it I think my heel broke," I said taking off my right sandal. I saw the heel pivoting from left to right.

"Miss Martinez, we will be in contact," Officer LeBroc said sporting a big grin. I briefly spied the two old ladies talking with the saleslady when he went outside.

I was still there pondering about the circumstances that made me face this robber when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw the saleslady smiling at me.

"Those ladies and I have decided to replace your shoes, pick one pair, is on us."

I felt as a politician running for president. Yes, I was that elated.


I drove home with my new shoes on. While in my car I was recalling my last two high school years. I did not remember the exact moment it happened, but one day a student had begun to harass me. First it was notes like 'go away you nerdy' or 'die you slut'. I was scared. It was the first time I had been bullied and I didn't know why. I was an 'A' student so I supposed this was related to my academic prowess. I went to denounce my harassment at the discipline board. They said they couldn't do anything as they could not put a name to the owner of those notes. I went to counseling; they helped me to cope with my inner fears to the point I no longer was afraid of those aggressive notes. That's when everything changed.

One day I was at the library when the beautiful Violet Beringer, one of our high school cheerleaders, went to sit in front of me. She was girlfriend of Todd Johnson, a handsome and charismatic football player. She had decent marks on several subjects and was exceeding on a few more, she was also a very popular girl.

I was sitting there looking at her with awe when out of the blue she told me to leave the school.


"I told you to bugger off?"

"But... why?"

"I can't stand you, as simple as that," the lean blonde leaned toward me and took off my glasses. She cleaned them with her shirt and put them back in my face. Her hands went from my face to my shirt's collar and easily pulled me from my chair.

"Leave the school or you will be sorry," she pushed me and I fell back on the chair. Violet looked at me in a weird way, turned around and left me speechless. What was going on? That's not a reason to bully a person, it didn't make sense. Was I bullied just out of spite?

At that time I was quite thin. I was pretty bad at sports and did not like P.E., so she was much stronger than I. Still I was decided to stay; I had finally put a face to my problems and was determined to not let her win.

I knew that no member of the school discipline board will believe me when I told them she was behind everything, so I endured. She almost makes me abandon school with her harassment until I told my mother. She made me go to the gym; then take martial arts, and finally personal growth courses.

I graduated three months ago. And I did survive Violet. She made me a stronger and confident person. I was someone who could face her fears and overcome them.


I parked my car outside of my two story house and went inside.

"Mom, I will go out tonight. I want to flaunt my new shoes," I said while going to the kitchen where she was.

"Hello Elsa, what did you buy?" she looked at my white 3.5 inches, (and I should say, very sexy shoes) and commented, "They are gorgeous! Who is the lucky guy you are going out with?"

"Mom, stop it please! You know it's difficult for me."

"Are you telling me that after all those months you were taking that course for personal growth, you don't have the willpower to find a boyfriend?"

"Mom, I will be going to College in a month. I don't need a boyfriend," I had decided to study Psychology; my motivation was my recent experience with bullying. I wanted to understand the mind process around this insane interaction, and in a certain degree, to understand myself as a former victim.

"The fact that you don't want a boyfriend is not a reason for not getting laid," my mom said bluntly.

"Mom...!" I was in a state of shock.

"Are you still a virgin Elsa?"


"That's what is worrying me, not many girls your age are virgins. And even though they wait for marriage, they end regretting it after that. I don't want that for you, I want for you to live your life without regrets."

My mother's comment made me wonder if she thought that way about herself.

"I understand what you are trying to say Mom."

"Having said that," she rummaged inside a bag just beside her, took out a whole strip of condoms and handed them to me with a wink, "Take these with you."

I was still gawking at the condoms in my hand when she told me to go to change.

"Don't worry. Your father knows about this and agrees with me," she told me while I was midway to my room. This family was weird.

I went to my room and started to dress. I choose an off shoulder long sleeve white blouse that showcased my slightly toned shoulders and cleavage, a short white pencil skirt that molded my thighs and emphasized my not so ample but curvy hips (I consider them a blessing, it shows my Hispanic heritage nicely). A pearl necklace (fake of course, but I knew it worked well). Pearl earrings (fake again). I applied coconut moisture oil on my olive skin, light make up with a little focus around my almond brown eyes, and I finished with deep red lip gloss.

My hair was short, cut in a pixie style so it was easy to comb and fix, it framed my heart shaped face nicely. 'It's as black as the night' I heard my mom said a while back about it. My hair was maybe the only thing I got from dad, the rest was moms (except for size, she is 5'10", her grandparents where Germans).

I saw myself in the mirror. There was nothing of the insecure girl of the past; it showed a woman secure of herself and ready to take the world in her grasp.

"I need something to contrast," I said to myself while I went to mom's closet and took a red and golden brooch and fixed it to my left breast.

I went to the kitchen. My mom was sitting on a chair in our breakfast table.

"Will you let me use this brooch mom?"

My mom looked at me from head to toe.

"You are overdressed. Are you going to a club or a charity ball?"

"Mom I told you I wanted to flaunt my new shoes."

"Okay, it's just that no man will want to bang a high class 'bitch' when the lower classes are easier to get."

"Mom...! I am going like this. If I am not getting laid tonight I still have tomorrow."

"Fine, keep the brooch. The floral theme looks great with your outfit."

"Thanks mom!" I grabbed my car keys, my white purse and went outside.


'The Scaredy Cat' was the new club in town. It was at the top of a two story building. The clientele was mainly female. I picked this club because contrary to my mom wishes, I had no intention to be with a man. I was scared to lose my virginity; I still wanted to lose it to the right guy. Maybe in college I will find him; right now I just wanted to dance.

I parked my car and went to the bouncer at the club's entry. I showed him my fake ID card, he knew it was false, but made no gesture to stop me. That was bad for business.

"Have fun," that's the only thing he said.

Loud music assaulted my ears. The dance floor was almost empty; three couples were dancing on a frantic techno beat. I fixed my gaze into one of the couples that were dancing and realized they were two girls.

An idea sprung to mind. It was perfect. I would dance with a girl; no man would try to go between my legs that way. A tall red head with wild hair, a red tank top and cut off denim shorts passed by my side, I could see her smile at me and heard her ask 'where is the ball?' before winking at me and turn around.

'Yes mom, I was overdressed,' I said to myself remembering my mom's words.

There were empty spaces all around; it was still early in the evening. There were pockets of people together and I saw couples cuddling close to the wall. On a closer look I found out the redhead from before, kissing an older woman.

I scanned around and found two more couples of girls. One of the girls had her hand inside her partner's jeans.

Now I knew why this place had more female clientele.

A couple on the dance floor caught my attention. I felt my blood run cold and a feeling of claustrophobia went to my brain.

Violet Beringer was there.

She was dancing with a woman. The blonde was wearing a black shirt and a plaid skirt, her hair was moving wildly to the techno beat. Her dance partner was a stunning woman of uncertain age. She had short spiky hair dyed white and tanned skin. She could have been eighteen years old the same as twenty eight. She was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans that hugged her body nicely.

I realized I was holding my breath when my conscious mind decided my body was in need of air.

"Did you saw a ghost?" I turned my head and found myself facing the redhead from before. She was checking my face to see if I was fine.

"Something like that!" I heard my voice and sounded throaty and dry.

"Is she your ex-girlfriend?" she said leaning toward my ear, her minty breath caressing it. I got goose bumps on my neck.

"Oh! No. We are just acquaintances," I tried to fight the feeling of arousal this redhead was provoking on me.

"Oh! You mean she never knew? You were platonic over her, how cute!" this girl was getting everything wrong. Never in my life could I love someone like Violet, but what was the point to argue with her?

"I want to dance," I changed the subject, "Would she approve if I take you for a couple of songs?" I said motioning to the place where her companion was.

"Who, Jess? We were just playing over there," she said laughing, "I am yours the whole night if you want me."

My mind was all hot and bothered when she told me. What was happening to me? I found her amazingly attractive. She had a wild curvy red hair that framed a pale round freckled face, and green eyes blazing like emerald fires. She was a good two inches taller than me, even with my high heel shoes.

I let her guide me to the dance floor where the frenetic beat of the music drowned all my thoughts. As I was dancing a familiar feeling, like deja vu, came to me. My gaze returned to Violet, who was dancing close to me, and it hit me like a wall of bricks. I had been attracted to another woman before; my conscious mind simply denied it at the time.


"Elsa," Mrs. Walker, our English teacher, gave me a notepad, "I want you to get Ms. Stavros signature; we need it for the debate practice this afternoon."

We were going to be using her class time; it was all right with me, as I didn't like P.E. anyway.

"Yes, Mrs. Walker," I took the notepad and went to the gym's lockers, where Ms. Stavros office was.

I was inside the room and tapping the door of her office when a sound made me turn back.

Violet was there looking at me with confusion on her face, a sense of urgency was visible on her countenance. She was wearing her cheerleader uniform, so maybe it was her practice time; Ms. Stavros was her coach so I guessed she was outside.

I tried to make my way around Violet, but she caught my arm and pulled me behind some nearby boxes. I had begun my training at the gym, and my self-defense course was just starting. My self-esteem was still pretty low at the time, and I let her push me down on the floor.

"You don't move, and keep quiet," she told me, "Understand?"

My gaze locked with her eyes and I could see doubt on her face. It was also the first time I saw her not looking at me with spite, but worry. I assented with my head and I could hear that another person was in the room.

"Are you sure about this?" Todd's voice reached my ears, was she going to have sex with him here?

"Keep quiet, Todd!" she said walking behind the boxes, "We have ten minutes, so be fast!"

"Hey!" he was sulking, "I am not fast!"

"Shut up and put on that condom!"

I was hearing everything, from the muffled moans of Violet to the squishy sounds of their lovemaking. Something inside me made me want to watch, to know what was happening. The boxes were piled up to four feet high; I overcome my fear for Violet's wrath and raised my head to spy on them.

I couldn't see much, just Violet's still clothed torso moving in a grinding motion over Todd's body. Her face was of complete rapture; a face that exuded eroticism, need, desire. I was snagged to that face; her features were so beautiful, so unreal.

Besides everything Todd said it took him about two minutes to discharge his desire. The look of rapture was replaced by one of frustration. She opened her eyes and locked them to mine. There was shame now, fear even; as if she wanted to run and hide.

I hid again, waiting for her spite to occur when Todd was no longer there. I heard them both go outside, but she never went back.

Violet stopped bullying me after that.


There, on the dance floor, I realized an uncomfortable truth, I was attracted to women; that maybe Mr. Right would never exist. I needed time to sort my thoughts. I excused myself after the song ended, I needed something to drink.

"Are you okay?" my concerned dance partner inquired.

"I need a drink."

"What's your poison?" she said taking my hand and guiding me to the bar.

"Water, I drive tonight."

"Responsible are we? I like that."

It took a minute to gather my thoughts. How could I be sure? I was starting to check on the girls around me. My eyes found attractive the tall and lean girls. I knew what that means, and I was not the slightest bit happy about it.

"Mineral water for you," my redhead companion had returned with a bottle in her hand.

"How much do I own you?"

"Nothing, it's on the house; they have a responsible driver policy here."

"Good to know."

As I was drinking my water my eyes returned to Violet's dancing form.

"Good God girl, you have it bad for her," she said sipping her recently served drink.

"It's not that," Violet stopped dancing at that moment and her dance partner was pulling her out of the dance floor.

"Miranda and your girl are going to have a nice time at the store room," the redhead told me between sips.

All the blood drained from my head and my legs almost gave up. Memories of her body over Todd's returned to me. A new feeling that I know had no reason to surface appeared in my heart, it was jealously. I recognized it for what it was and pushed it out of my mind.

"Do you want to see them?" a mischievous glint crossed her eyes.

I didn't know why but found myself nodding. She took my hand and led me to the same spot Violet had disappeared.

It was another room, hidden from the rest of the club; it was used to store boxes and other supplies. Sounds from outside where less loud now.

My companion put her index finger against her lips and motioned me to be beside her.

"I don't want you to kiss me," I heard Violet say.

"That is one of the good parts," Miranda was complaining.

"Just put this on and fuck me!"

"What's this thing that points upwards?"

"That's supposed to go inside you."

I could hear again the sounds of moaning, my memory of that time when she was with her boyfriend returned to plague my head. The noises they both did were burning my senses, hitting me hard.

I needed to see for myself, just like that time. I was trembling when I decided to spy them.

The scene that greeted me was Violet, on her hands and knees, receiving a frantic pounding from a strap-on the tanned girl was using on her. Her tan skin contrasting against Violet's white.

I hid again as I saw Violet's face. She did not see me, but I caught her red bloodshot eyes. She was on drugs, this could be worst that I thought. I closed my eyes in frustration. What was happening to her?

I heard Miranda's wail as she came. Also Violet's frustration as she was left on the edge.

"Go on!" she was sulking, "I was so close!"

After all the things she had done to me, I knew she deserved a punishment. Never to be able to reach an orgasm seemed too harsh a penalty. I smiled to myself at the thought.

"I should have known this would happen again, you are as bad as a man!" Violet's words were harsh and uncalled for.

"Shut up you cunt! It's time for you to learn a lesson," I heard some noise, it sounded like a fight, and Violet's muffled scream reached my ears. I opened my eyes and looked at my redhead companion. She was frightened, as if everything went wrong.

I stood immediately and went to them. The tanned woman had pinned Violet against the floor and had her crotch against Violet's face. A discarded strap-on was on the wood floor. Violet's arms were trying to liberate her head, but to no avail.

"Let her go! Don't you see she learned her lesson?" I knew Violet was in need of a beat, but I could not allow myself to see her like that.

The woman slowly stood to face me, her eyes were as red as Violet's. 'Please, let it not be meth' I though. She was about 5'10" tall, and had well defined muscles.

"I think she likes what I am doing to her, now get lost!" Miranda said. I saw Violet's face and tears were falling from her eyes.

"Let her go you ape!" I found myself saying between clenched teeth, my anger rising at a slow, but steady pace.

The irony struck me that moment, Violet was being bullied.

"I guess another one needs a lesson," Miranda was cracking her knuckles, her face twisted in a confident scowl.

"Come and get me you bitch!" I stood my ground.

Miranda had made a lunge at me. I sidestepped, caught her wrist, and changed the direction of her momentum. I used her right arm as a fulcrum; her legs were in the air for a split second, then the crashing sound that came afterwards told me about her final destination.

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