“No. Ask your questions, then I’ll tell you what I need to tell you.”
Tanya sighed. “Fine. Why did you hide you and Antonio being together from me?”
“God, I hate that word. We’re not together,” Sara shrugged, crossing her own arms. “I put those pictures and status update on Facebook for you. Look, I’ll explain later, I promise. The answer to your question is that we’re not together, so I wasn’t hiding our togetherness from you.”
“Are you fucking him?” Tanya snapped.
“Is that your second question?” Sara shot back.
Tanya inhaled a deep breath and shook her head. “No. I guess not. I’m pretty sure I know the answer anyway.”
“OK. Good. So, what’s your second question?”
“Why do you have bruises all over your body? Tell me. Please.”
Sara uncrossed her arms and smiled, visibly relaxing. “Actually, that’s pretty much what I wanted to talk to you about.”
She walked to Tanya and forced her to uncross her arms, leading her to the couch and sitting her down. She sat down next to her.
“I love you, Tanya. I really do. You know that, don’t you?”
“I thought I did. But this Antonio thing…he’s the only guy I’ve ever liked, Sara, and you know that! Why would you choose to be with him out of all the guys out there?”
“That’s exactly why! Look, that wasn’t your question, and I told you I’d explain that later. But right now, I have something I need to tell you. So, I need you to be quiet, open your mind, and not interrupt me, OK?”
Tanya looked at her and nodded. The expression on Sara’s face was uncharacteristically serious.
Sara stood up. “What I’m about to tell you can’t leave this room, OK? I’m serious. Terrible things could happen if it did. OK? Promise me.”
Tanya nodded her head again, growing more nervous by the second. Just what kind of thing was Sara into? “I promise. This stays between us.”
Sara nodded and looked away briefly, then stared back and took a deep breath. “When I was little, my uncle…did things to me. You already know that. But he did more than you think. He didn’t just…diddle me…he…there’s a group, an underground group, that…have you ever seen the movie Fight Club?”
Tanya nodded.
“OK, imagine that, but with girls. Of all ages. Every few weeks we all get together at the school gym at various times, our parents or guardians acting as our managers. And we fight. The cost for losing is enormous amounts of cash. And other things. Whatever is agreed upon in advance. Mostly…mostly, cash...sometimes sex…”
Tanya’s eyes widened, and she opened her mouth.
Sara placed her hand over her mouth and shook her head. “Uh huh. You promised. No interruptions. Wait until I’m done.”
Tanya jerked her head back, freeing her mouth. “There’s more?!”
Sara took a deep breath. “I’ve been a part of this group since I was younger. I was inducted by my uncle, who heard about the group from one of the people he owed money to. See, he was a gambler, just not a very good one. He ended up owing a lot of money to some nasty people, and unfortunately, when my uncle went to prison, his debt didn’t. I tried to get out when he got locked up, but I was told in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t allowed to until his debt was paid off. So, I didn’t have a choice. I had to fight off his debt. Fatima is also a part of this group, and the last time we fought she whipped me pretty good. I was recovering from a hangover, but that’s no excuse. She kicked my ass.”
Sara began pacing. Tanya wanted to hold her badly, to comfort her, but she felt Sara needed to get this out, so she restrained herself.
“That’s why she sent that text that you intercepted the other day. Fight night was going to be tomorrow, but apparently, the day got changed to Friday. She was letting me know. Her dad is one of the head honchos, one of the founding members. You’ve, ah, met him…”
Tanya flinched. “I have? When?”
“The club. VIP room.”
Tanya’s mouth fell open. “I thought - are you serious?! Did he make you do that?”
Sara exhaled. “Yes and no. Since I lost that fight with Fatima, I had one of two options. Either pay money I didn’t have, or…pay in other ways. He said if I brought a friend to watch - even if she didn’t participate - he would forget the debt entirely and even give me something more on top. Money that I turned around and used to put a major dent in my uncle’s debt. That’s what that money was for. The catch being if I didn’t bring a friend, it was no deal, and I had to pay my debt…in other ways…which I would have refused. And since I didn’t have the money to pay, they probably would have killed me. I’m sorry I lied to you about why we were there, but I didn’t have a choice.”
Tanya gulped. She was stunned, and utterly speechless.
“That last fight with Fatima was supposed to be my next to last fight, which is why I had a hangover; I was celebrating pretty heavily the night before. Anyway, that should answer your question. As far as what I wanted to tell you…this Friday will be my last fight, one way or another. All that money we made with Fatima’s father paid off my uncle’s debt enough that if I win this next fight, I’m done. Completely. I won’t be fighting against Fatima, by the way, but another girl. I don’t know who. They keep that secret from us until fight time. We never fight the same girl consecutively though. Anyway, I want you to be there. With me. Please.”
Tanya widened her eyes and nodded her head quickly, leaping off the couch and embracing her best friend.
Tightly…
48 Hours to go
Antonio held Sara from behind on the floor in front of the couch as they watched TV in his apartment, trying to be mindful of her various bruises. Bruises that were mostly healed, but still sensitive. He didn’t even know what they were watching exactly because his mind was racing with so many things he wanted to tell her. The way she appeared at his doorstep, however, didn’t exactly invite conversation. She knocked once, and when he opened the door she quietly walked in, grabbing his hand as she walked past. They’ve been sitting in front of the couch, on the floor, watching TV ever since. Neither had said a word.
Antonio took a deep breath.
“Sara-”
“Shut up. Just hold me. Don’t talk.”
Antonio shut up.
Another show came and went.
“Sara-”
Sara shrugged out of his embrace and turned around to face him. “Do you want to fuck?”
Antonio shook his head. “No. Not right now. I want you to talk to me.”
Sara raised her eyebrows. “Let me get this straight. You…don’t want to fuck? You would rather talk? Which one of us is the chick here again?”
Antonio shrugged uncomfortably. “Yeah, look, you’re going through something, but you never tell me anything. I don’t want to be just the guy you fuck. I want to be your friend.”
Antonio watched Sara stare at him unblinkingly. It was creepy, and more than a little unsettling. She was so small compared to him, but her aura, her force of personality, made her larger than life. Especially right now. It was intimidating.
“Sara, I love you.”
Sara winced and closed her eyes. She was so still, so quiet, it looked almost as if she was sleeping. Antonio watched as she swallowed and flicked her eyes open. She reached out and grabbed his hands, gently squeezing them. “Take a shower with me.”
Antonio shook his head. “No. I want to talk. Why won’t you talk to me?”
Sara took a deep breath. “You deserve better than me, Antonio. You really do. You are such a good guy, and I never should have gotten involved with you. I hoped-I thought-look…I’m broken, OK? And I don’t think I’ll ever be fixed. I don’t think it’s possible. I just want to take a shower with you, to share my body with you. Will you let me?”
Something strange began growing in Antonio’s chest, an unfamiliar, unpleasant sensation. Why was she acting this way?
“Besides, you said yo
ur fetish was anal, right? How familiar are you with it?”
“What do you mean?”
“How many times have you actually done it?”
Antonio shifted uncomfortably. Sara squeezed his hands reassuringly.
“Never,” he admitted. “I lost my virginity to you. You’re the only person I’ve ever slept with.”
Sara smiled. “Shit. Yeah, I guess I would be, huh? Well. We should try the anal thing. Tonight. Besides, when you get a real girlfriend, you’re going to need to know what you’re doing, right?”
“I have a real girlfriend. You.”
Sara smiled even wider. “You are so silly. And adorable. Come on. Let’s do this.”
Sara stood, pulling at Antonio until he stood with her. She then stripped their clothes and led him to the bathroom, pulling him into the bathtub with her and drawing the shower curtain closed.
“Sara…”
Sara turned to Antonio and stood up on her tiptoes, placing her lips on his, effectively silencing him. She contoured her naked body against him, and, as always, it was a perfect fit. They always had been.
“We don’t have to do-”
Sara reached back and turned the shower on, quickly adjusting the water temperature as it assaulted her back. The sounds of the water drowned out whatever it was Antonio was trying to say.
She dropped to her knees and grabbed his flaccid member, looking at its impressively massive girth. Even soft, it seemed like a monster. She was beginning to wonder if maybe offering her backdoor to this man was a mistake.
She closed her eyes and smiled. Nothing she ever did with this man was a mistake.
She loved him.
But she could never tell him that. For so many reasons.
She leaned forward and, instead of taking him into her mouth as she had done countless times before, she licked its tip, then the shaft leading to it. Its top, its sides, even underneath. He hardened quickly and staggered back several steps as he lost his equilibrium.
She placed the angry looking tip within her mouth and gently suckled it, using her hands to massage his legs as she drank in his precum. She loved the way it tasted. She loved the way every part of him tasted. After several moments of drinking in his fluids she slowly raised to her feet, using her tongue to trail up his stomach and chest.
When she was finally face to face with Antonio, something strange happened: their eyes locked in a way they had never done before, and currents of emotion and passion passed between them. It was a supernatural, metaphysical sensation, one that neither of them was familiar with. She fought to build her resolve, to once again raise the emotional wall that normally protected her from emotions like this. She couldn’t allow this to happen. She had to emotionally distance herself from him.
She forced a grin on her face and turned around, reaching back and grabbing his shaft and gently squeezing it encouragingly.
“Are you ready, lover?” She asked him in what she hoped could be interpreted as a seductive voice.
Antonio didn’t respond, but his change in breathing told her everything she needed to know.
She slid her hand up his shaft and lubricated his cock with his precum, then positioned it carefully so that the tip was pressed against the entrance to her anus. And then she mentally steeled herself. This was the first time she had ever done this willingly, and it was taking more courage than she expected it to.
It was then that Antonio took control.
He placed his hands on her waist and pushed his pelvis forward, slowly, carefully entering her as his grip on her intensified. The sensation was incredible, but he knew it didn’t feel remotely as good to Sara, that she was doing this solely for his benefit so he could experience the pleasure he always wanted to explore. It took several minutes of careful probing, at one point halfway through Sara cried out and grasped his forearms with an amazingly strong grip.
Antonio remained motionless, allowing her to adapt to his girth, and finally, Sara grunted and pushed herself backward, impaling herself another inch on his impressively erect cock.
When he was fully embedded within her, he reached around her waist and held her tightly. Sara was in pain, enormous pain, but she slid her hands along his and grabbed his arms, holding him in turn.
“I love you, Sara.”
In response Sara clenched her inner muscles, squeezing Antonio’s member. It was enough stimulation to make him begin moving, slowly and carefully stroking himself in and out of her, gripping her even tighter as he used her body to pleasure himself.
Sara tightened her own grip, though for entirely different reasons.
No matter how much this hurt, she was determined to make him come.
It was all she could offer him…
24 Hours to go…
Sara took a sip of her hot cocoa and watched her best friend pace. “Will you please stop pacing, sexy? You’re making me nervous.”
Tanya stopped pacing the length of her living room and looked at Sara disbelievingly. “How are you not nervous right now? The fight is tomorrow - 24 hours away! How are you not an absolute basket-case?!”
Sara shrugged. “Would it help matters if I was? One way or another, this is it. Either I win, and I’m done with my uncle’s debt, or I lose, and they kill me. Either way, it’s all finally over. That’s a good thing.”
“Not if they kill you it isn’t! I can’t lose you! I’m calling the police.”
“No, you’re not. It wouldn’t do any good anyway. Too many high-profile people are involved in this.”
Tanya threw her hands up in exasperation. “Why are you sitting like that anyway? I’ve never seen you sit sideways, on one butt cheek.”
Sara laughed. “It’s nothing, OK? Let’s just say I…bit off more than I could chew. What time is it?”
Tanya checked her watch. “Almost noon. Why?”
“I’m expecting someone soon.”
“At my apartment?”
Sara smiled and nodded.
Moments later, there was a knock on the door. Tanya automatically went to answer it.
“Tanya?”
Tanya stopped midway to the door and turned towards Sara. “What?”
“I love you. You know that, right?”
Tanya frowned. “Yeah. Of course I do. I love you too.”
Sara nodded and grinned, shifting to her other butt cheek. “If you love me, listen. Sometimes in life, you have to take opportunities when they present themselves because they so rarely do. Do you understand?”
Tanya nodded.
Sara smiled and sipped her cocoa, then looked up at her best friend and winked.
Tanya shook her head and rolled her eyes. Sara was so strange sometimes. She finished making her way to the door and opened it.
It was Antonio.
“Hey, uh, Tanya. Is, uh, Sara here?”
Tanya looked back at Sara, then at Antonio. “Sure. Yeah. Um, come on in.”
“Thanks,” he said as he entered. “Hey Sara? What’s up? Why did you want me to come over?”
“We’re over, Antonio. Whatever we had, whatever you think it was, is done. Do you understand?”
Tanya’s eyes widened just as wide as Antonio’s. What the hell was happening here?
“Wha-why? I don’t understand. What did I do?”
Sara stood up and took a step forward. “You’re weak, Antonio. You’re weak, over-emotional, and have more pussy than I do. You’re a mouse, not a man. I want a real man, not a mouse trapped in a lion’s body. Besides, all you ever were to me was a fuck. Nothing more. You wanted something more, not me. I would never be with a boy like you.”
Tanya looked at Antonio, and what she saw broke her heart. He was shattered. She could feel the pain and betrayal emanating from the large man. Why was Sara being so mean to him? In those pictures on Facebook, they looked so happy, so compatible. Both of them. And now…
“Sara…can we just talk?”
“No! Is there something wrong with your hearing? We are done. Over. I d
on’t care who you’re with, who you fuck, or what you do! Just leave me the fuck alone!”
“Sara…”
Antonio reached out to Sara, and she, in turn, stepped towards him.
And then poured her hot cocoa all over his head.
“You can suck my dick, Antonio. From now on, leave me alone! Or else!”
Tanya’s mouth dropped. “Sara! What’s wrong with you?!”
Her best friend didn’t answer. Instead, she stormed out the door and slammed it closed behind her…
Tanya stripped Antonio of his shirt and pants and threw them in the washer.
“Antonio, I am so sorry, I have no idea what came over her. I didn’t know she was going to do that. Hell, I didn’t even know you were coming over until about 30 seconds before you knocked. Did you guys have some kind of fight or something?”
Antonio shook his head slowly. “No. I don’t know what went wrong. I thought…I thought we…we were happy…”
He started to cry.
Tanya went to him and held him without thinking, unsure of what else to do. He was so massive compared to her that hugging him, comforting him, seemed strange - almost comical. Like a lion cub trying to comfort a full-grown lion.
But it felt right.
They stood there, hugging, for what seemed like an eternity.
“Hey. You need to take a shower. You’re sticky. You can use mine. Come on, I’ll show you where everything is.”
Suddenly Sara’s words to her leaped into her mind. If you love me, listen. Sometimes in life, you have to take opportunities when they present themselves because they so rarely do. Do you understand? She understood, of course, but there was no way in hell she could be as bold as her best friend. Was that why Sara invited Antonio over? Just to break up with him? To give Tanya a chance at getting with him? How could she possibly think things would end up like that? She broke his heart. Tanya took a deep breath.
“This isn’t…I don’t wanna be rude, but…this isn’t some kind of game you two are playing, is it?”
Tanya tilted her head. “No. Wait, what do you mean? Why would you say that?”
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