Tanya looked at her best friend strangely. “But I’m not gay.”
Sara shrugged. “I’m not either. What’s that got to do with it? Anyway, how are you doing on money?”
The cuts on Tanya’s arms were itching again, and she tried to discreetly rub them.
She wasn’t as discreet as she thought. Sara stepped to the side and grabbed her arm, pulling her sleeve up before she had a chance to snatch her arm back.
Sara stared at Tanya with wide, unblinking eyes. “So, you’re cutting again. I thought we talked about this.”
Tanya looked away and snatched her arm back, swiftly covering it back up with her sleeve. “Now who’s being a mother hen?”
Sara crossed her arms and leveled her gaze at Tanya. “One more time. If I see one more set of cuts, I’m taking you to a head shrink. By force, if I have to. I am so serious right now, Tanya. That shit is not healthy.”
Tanya shifted uncomfortably. “OK. Fine. Look, I’m trying, OK? It’s just, sometimes things get to be a bit much. You don’t know how it feels to live all by yourself with no friends. No friends, no boyfriend, no relatives…I mean, I have you, but you’re always out doing stuff, so…”
Sara reached out and pulled Tanya to her, wrapping her up in an all-consuming hug. “OK, sexy, I get it. I understand. I’ll make more time for us, OK? Now that school’s out, we’ll have so much time together you’ll get sick of me. Promise. I’m serious though. One more set of cuts and we’re going to a psychologist. Do you understand?”
Tanya shrugged awkwardly.
“Now how much money do you have?”
Tanya smiled and reached into her pockets, relieved to be talking about something else. “I’ve got a little. Why? Do you need a loan?”
Sara grinned. “Babe, I would never ask you for money. I was asking because I, ah, have a job later that I kind of need your help with. We can make some quick cash and its a, ah, two-person job.”
Tanya looked at her best friend’s right arm, which was covered in tattoos. What kind of job would hire a high school student with that many tattoos?
“I could definitely use the cash. What kind of job are we talking about?” Tanya asked cautiously, not liking the look in Sara’s eyes.
“A quick one,” Sara said grinning. And you were just wondering what kind of job would hire someone with an arm full of tats, weren’t you?”
Tanya smiled for the first time that day. “Maybe.”
“Oh! That reminds me. I got a new tattoo over the weekend. Wanna see it?”
“Sure. It’s not anywhere crazy, is it?”
Sara gave her a mock look of shock. “Crazy? Me? Of course not. Just at the small of my back. Check it out.”
Sara spun around, lifting her shirt and lowering her pants just a bit, revealing the words Deep THOT in small letters, written in beautiful calligraphy.
“Cool, right?”
Tanya didn’t know what to say. “God, we are some seriously fucked up girls, you know that? What’s a THOT?”
Sara spun back around with a look of disbelief on her face. “A THOT? You don’t know what a THOT is? It’s, well, it stands for That Hoe Over There, but basically, it’s just another way of calling a girl a slut.”
Tanya nodded. “And you got this tattooed on yourself why, exactly?”
“It’s a declaration! Yes, I am a sexually liberated woman, but there’s more to me than that. Deep THOT. Get it? Plus, it’s a word play thing.”
“So basically, you’re calling yourself an intelligent ho.”
Sara laughed. “Basically, yeah! I knew you’d get it. We’ll get you one too. Matching tats will be the shit.”
Tanya nodded. “Not gonna happen. I get it though. Not bad. Now I’m picturing you as a grandmother explaining to your grandkids what that means.”
Sara laughed. Hard. Which caused Tanya to begin laughing, too.
“Yeah, we are kind of fucked up, aren’t we?”
Tanya nodded, itching her arm as she did so…
164 Hours to go
Something about the way Sara wouldn’t discuss the details of the job Tanya was supposed to help her with made Sara very uneasy. That and the fact that this job didn’t take place until around 11 at night. Tanya tried to put her uneasiness to rest, but there was a feeling in her gut that she just couldn’t shake.
She dropped a plate she was drying when someone knocked on her door. She knew the knocking style. It was Sara.
She checked the plate - it somehow didn’t break - and ran across the room to open the door, tripping over an errant laundry basket and slamming into the door instead. She finally managed to get it open a few seconds later.
Sara examined her with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t even wanna know. So, you ready?”
Tanya blinked. Sara was wearing a short skirt, fishnet leggings, and a tight form fitting t-shirt. Tanya, in contrast, was wearing sweatpants and a loose long-sleeved Scooby-Doo shirt.
“I think I’m underdressed.”
“It doesn’t matter how you dress, trust me. Besides, the only reason I’m wearing a skirt is because my period hit. Hard. Fucking amazing timing, let me tell you. Anyway, ready?”
Tanya nodded.
She wasn’t, however. Not at all.
Tanya looked nervously around the club as she rubbed the cuts underneath her sleeve, trying her best to appear relaxed on the plush VIP couch. Sara had gone to one of the largest, most exclusive clubs in the neighboring city and got let in immediately, much to the shock of the people standing in the lengthy line.
Tanya was definitely underdressed. Almost freakishly so.
“Hey high-schooler,” the door guy shouted when he saw her, giving her a grin and a high five just before removing the thick rope so they could get in.
“Hey, Harry! Not in high school anymore, by the way. Last day was today. Finally, free. All adult and shit. How’s the brat?”
“Oh yeah? Congratulations! And she’s doin’ good! Made an A on that art project. Really appreciate the help.”
“Hey, anytime babe. Talk to you later.”
Tanya had yet to get up the courage to ask Sara was so familiar with the door guard, or how she was able to get in the VIP section. Or the club itself, for that matter. She had a feeling she wasn’t ready to hear the answers.
Sara leaned into Tanya and shouted in her ear, trying to be heard over the loud thumping music. “Quit rubbing your cuts, you look like a heroin addict or something. Now here’s the deal. Just how much money do you want to make tonight?”
Tanya looked at her best friend and turned to shout in her ear. “That depends. What will I be doing to get it?”
“That depends on you, sweetie. How much do you want to make, and how bad do you want to lose that virginity of yours?”
Tanya’s eyes widened. “Did you bring me here as a whore?! Is that how you’re making your money?”
Sara smirked. “Babe, you wouldn’t believe how I make my money even if I told you. But I recently lost a lot of it, and I need to recoup. I was made an offer for some quick cash, so I accepted. And whore is such a disgusting word.”
“I am not going to lose my virginity prostituting!”
Sara shrugged. “There are worse ways, trust me. I lost mine before I could spell it.”
Tanya winced. She had forgotten about that. Sara’s parents died in a car accident when she was little, so she was raised by her uncle. Who had repeatedly raped her while she was growing up. Even though he was in prison and she now lived with her grandmother, it had left a dark mark on Sara. She couldn’t remember her ever dating anyone.
“I’m sorry, Sara, I-”
Tanya grinned. “Hey, don’t sweat it, sexy. That’s the past. Far past. I’m just saying, we’ll be going to college soon, right? Do you really want to go to college a virgin?”
Tanya thought about what she said. She didn’t, no, but if she was going to lose it, she wanted to lose it to someone like…
“You’d rather lose it to Antonio, ri
ght? Is that what you’re thinking?”
“I hate you sometimes, you know that?”
Sara grinned and winked. “I know. But I’m right, right? The thing is, we-”
“Sara. I see you brought a friend.”
Sara and Tanya looked towards the voice, a well-dressed middle-aged man that seemed to have a commanding, unnerving presence. So much so that he almost had his own gravitational field. Tanya wanted to be closer to him, to touch him, to just be near him. It wasn’t a sexual attraction, but…
Sara rolled her eyes. “Obviously. Cash?”
The man smiled and took out a thick stack of bills, flapping them back and forth like a dead fish in his hand. “She included in the deal? Cause if she is, I’ll double what’s in my hand.”
Sara looked at Tanya. Tanya slightly shook her head.
“No. Just me. Sorry.”
Tanya wasn’t ready for what happened next.
The middle-aged man unzipped his pants and stepped towards Sara, who showed absolutely no fear and she looked him up in the eyes and smirked.
“Take off your skirt,” the man instructed as he lowered his pants and boxers, revealing his thin, veiny, hard member.
The grin on Sara’s face widened. “Sorry gramps, my period came a few hours ago, so that’s off the table. Not that it was ever on the table to begin with.”
The man paused.
“Don’t worry, you’re still going to get your rocks off. A deal’s a deal. First, cash.”
Tanya’s heartbeat began slamming against her ribs. Sara must really need the money badly to be doing something like this…
“Triple,” Tanya shouted.
The man flinched and looked at her. “Say what?”
“If you want me to participate, triple the amount. And we’ll both…ah…get your rocks off.”
The man grinned and reached into his suit jacket. “You drive a hard bargain, Sara’s friend. I like how this is turning out.”
“Tanya, you don’t have to-”
“Shut up, Sara. You obviously really need the money. You’ve been my best friend since we were kids. Let me do this for you.”
Sara looked like she was about to cry. Tanya just smiled and gave her best friend a quick kiss on the cheek, then turned to the older man. “So, do we have a deal or not, gramps?”
The man tossed Sara a thick stack of bills, which she caught deftly and shoved in her pocket, and continued his advancement.
Sara wasted no time. She whipped off her shirt and leaned back, exposing her pert braless breasts, and beckoned the man closer. Tanya’s eyes widened as strobe flashes revealed bruises on her sides and stomach. Who had hurt her like this? They were definitely going to sit down and have a heart-to-heart later, even if Sara didn’t want to. Her bruises and marks were…horrific. And she had the gall to lecture her over her cuts…
Once the man was close enough, Sara grabbed his legs and pulled him even closer, then grabbed his cock and lubricated it with her spit. She positioned him so his erection went between her breasts, entrapping it between them. She then looked up at the man and winked. He smiled back at her with a dirty, lecherous smile.
He then grabbed her shoulders and began to thrust in between her breasts, titty-fucking her.
Tanya didn’t know what to do. She had never had sex or done anything sexual with anyone, and definitely hadn’t ever been near anyone doing such things. What could she do? She wanted Sara to have that extra money…
Tanya took a deep breath and stood up, trying to furiously member all the things she saw in the myriad internet porn she watched. And then a particular scene leaped to her mind.
She walked around the man so that she was behind him and hugged him, reaching around to his front and sliding her hands down his hairy, slightly distended belly - trying hard not to gag - and cupped his low-hanging, hairy balls in her hand. The man turned his head and kissed her, and this disgusting, unexpected act caused her to squeeze, which abruptly stopped the man’s humping motions. Tanya forced herself to collect her wits; her best friend apparently needed this money, and she didn’t want to ruin this for her.
She relaxed her grip on his testicles and began massaging them, reaching in between Sara’s unbelievably soft breasts with her other hand while she kissed the old man back and started carefully stroking his cock. The man relaxed and leaned back against her, and she quickened her strokes.
She felt Sara shift, but couldn’t see what she was doing. The man gasped and broke their kiss, and Tanya used the opportunity to look at her best friend and see what she was doing to make him react that way.
Sara had readjusted herself and was alternating between licking the man’s cock tip and sucking on it as Tanya stroked it.
“Are you ready to come yet?” Sara asked the man. “Do you want to come all over my face?”
It was apparently too much. The man cried out, and Tanya gripped his cock shaft just a little bit firmer as she continued her stroking and directed it’s sudden milky outpouring to her best friend’s face. To the man’s credit, he came like a man half his age, and Tanya could feel each powerful spurt travel the length of his shaft underneath her hand, and watched, impressed, as it propelled outwards and shot through the air. He seemed to come a lot and for an incredibly long time, at least compared to what she had seen in all the porn she watched.
As she milked him of his thick, slightly yellowish emissions, she stole a glance at her best friend. Sara’s face was expressionless, an expression she keenly remembered from when they were younger and she jumped on Fatima.
Like she was acting solely on instinct…
144 Hours to go
Tanya was awoken by a kiss. It wasn’t just any kiss, however: it was a kiss bestowed by the softest pair of lips she had ever felt. Not that she had felt many. There was Ryan Jackson when she was 10, and then Harry Snyder when she turned 13, but other than that, the only person she had ever kissed was Sara, and those kisses were quick, platonic kisses, nothing like the lambada of lips she was now experiencing.
She didn’t know who was kissing her, and at that moment she didn’t really care. It felt good. So good. She kissed back, and a sensation akin to fire suddenly shot through her body. She spread her legs instinctually, and the lips on hers, those soft, delicious lips, broke the kiss off and moved instead to her neck.
Tanya whimpered.
The lips moved to her ears, her earlobes, then back to her neck again, then lower, to her chest…
She fluttered her eyes open and looked down, finding Sara, who was looking back up at her with a small devilish expression. They were back at her apartment, where they had gone after they finally stumbled out of the club last night. She couldn’t remember exactly how they got back. She didn’t remember driving…
“Hey, sexy. About 15 more seconds and I was about to go down on you. Good morning.”
“You know what?” Tanya croaked, her voice scratchy and husky, “I’m not even mad.”
Sara laughed and jumped off the bed, and Tanya groaned as her head began pounding at the beds sudden rattling, reminding her of just how much she drank last night after they finished with that old man.
“I wanted to thank you. You have no idea how badly I needed that money.”
Tanya forced a smile through the throbbing of her head. “What are friends for?”
Sara laughed. How was she not hung over herself? She drank twice as much as Tanya did. Days like this made Tanya glad that she had her own apartment. She wouldn’t even know where to begin if she had to explain this to her parents.
“Gotta pee. Be right back,” Sara said as she skipped off to the bathroom.
Several seconds later, a loud vibration filled the room. Tanya stumbled out of bed and hunted for the source, surprised to find that she was in her panties, and finally managed to track it down. It was Sara’s phone, nestled in the front pocket of the blue jeans she was wearing last night. She fished out the offending flip phone, her best friend’s sole acceptance of modern-day s
ocial technology. She remembered then that Sara had asked her to hold onto it for her since her skirt didn’t have any pockets. She flipped it open and glanced at the screen. It was a text.
From Fatima. A girl that both she and Tanya hated, that had practically been her arch-nemesis since grade school.
Change of plans. Friday. Spread the word.
What the fuck did that mean?
Tanya heard the toilet flush and panicked, not knowing what to do with the phone. In the end, she decided to just hold it out to her best friend as she left the bathroom. Sara took it, read it, and sighed.
“Yeah, about that…”
“Why are you on texting terms with Fatima? I thought we hated her.”
Sara nodded. “Babe, trust me, we do. It’s just that…you don’t want to know. Can we just leave it at that?”
Tanya opened her mouth and slowly shook her head, unsure of how to even respond to that. And then something in her head snapped. “Wait, is she the reason we were at that club last night? Is she the one that set that up?”
Sara frowned. “What? No! Well, yes, in a way. It’s complicated. Can we just drop this? Are you hungry? I’m hungry. I’ll make breakfast. Your fridge is always freakishly stocked.”
“Sara. Please. Answer me. What is up with you and Fatima?”
Tanya took a deep breath. “Do you trust me, sexy?”
Tanya blinked. “Of course.”
“Then please, drop this, OK? Please?”
Tanya frowned but nodded her head. “Fine. But this better be a good breakfast.”
Sara brightened. “Oh, it will be! I make the meanest buttered toast in the city!”
Tanya lowered her head.
The sad thing was, she knew her best friend was serious…
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