7. Lisa, I Think You Know Jessica

As Caroline and I descended the stairs into the basement, she told me, "I think you're gonna love this one."

 

"Oh, really?" I asked.

 

Caroline said, "Yeah, Lianne helped Jessica and Lisa with it. Lowered their, uh, inhibitions."

 

We reached the bottom of the stairs, but the basement was empty. That is, except for the old couch, wet bar, bar stools, and plush but aging green carpet. I looked at the card to make sure we were in the right place, but Caroline just settled down on one of the bar stools. She patted the stool next to hers, so I sat on it. "They'll be down in just a second," she said.

 

It was more like a minute or two, but felt like an hour. The suspense was killing me, but I did appreciate the chance to get a little rest after placing Tammy in the Morgue.

 

Just when I felt I had examined every inch of the "New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival 2005" poster hanging on the opposite wall, down came Jessica. I said earlier that she could be a super-model, and I definitely meant it. She was wearing very short "Daisy Duke" shorts, showing an amazing amount of lovely, curved leg. She wore white high-heeled sandals, her red-painted bare toes making for a stunning contrast. Above her waist, she wore her "Love the Game" T-shirt, but it was knotted to reveal a lot of her trim stomach. The shorts were riding a little low too, if the truth be told. In her hand, she held a little red plastic water gun.

 

As she entered, she tossed her head left and right, and her luscious dark shoulder-length hair trailed behind. She looked worried, but determined. I smiled at her, but she didn't appear to see me. She paced back and forth in the room a few times, then sat on the couch, eyes on the basement entrance.

 

Another minute or so of watching Jessica fidget, whispering "Come on! Come on!" to herself. When she was sitting down, the shorts showed even more leg than before.

 

Then, just as I began to wonder if Lisa had chickened out, in she walked. Or rather, she sort of ran. She also looked great, though she was significantly more covered. She wore a big fuzzy white bath robe and big fuzzy white slippers. She too held her squirt gun in her hand, and she too looked nervous. Or was it excited?

 

Jessica said something I didn't expect: "Darling!"

 

Lisa ran over to sit next to Jessica on the couch. They embraced and kissed. Not a big sloppy kiss, just a little peck on the lips. Then another. Somehow, just the "normal"-ness of it made me uncomfortable, like I wasn't supposed to be there. Caroline shifted a bit too.

 

Jessica stood up and did a little turn. "Well, what do you think?" she said. She stopped her turn facing away from Lisa and wiggled her butt a little.

 

"My favorite outfit," Lisa said. "You're smoking girl."

 

Then Lisa stood and unfastened her robe. "Now, what do you think?"

 

Beneath the robe, Lisa wore a long black silk sleeveless nightgown,with a slit so high up the side that I could see the waistline of a black thong, and cut out in front to highlight her cleavage, further highlighted with what I could only assume was a push-up bra.

 

Jessica ran her hand down Lisa's side, slowly, until it rested on the skin at her hip, crossing through the slit in the gown. Lisa put her hand behind Jessica's head, and they kissed again, much more passionately. As they kissed, Jessica ran her hand back up Lisa's side, and I could see more and more of Lisa's fair skin.

 

After a moment, they broke the embrace.

 

"Let's just do this, OK, before I lose my nerve," Jessica said.

 

"There is no other way," Lisa said. "They all know. We'll never have a future. Only in death..."

 

Jessica took Lisa's hand, the one holding the water gun, and raised it to Jessica's chest, so that the weapon was pointed right at her heart. "I give my life to you, Lisa Winter."

 

In the same way, Lisa took Jessica's hand and pointed the gun at her own heart. "I give my life to you, Jessica Brooks."

 

There was such vulnerability in their eyes, such love and loss and even regret that I was actually surprised when there was no explosion as the ladies "shot" their pistols.

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Simultaneously, they jerked back, and fell hard onto the floor, Jessica atop Lisa. They shook a moment, then lay still.

 

The back pockets of Jessica's shorts filled my vision a moment, then the lovely peace in Lisa's face beneath her, her soft curls sinking into the plush carpet. Jessica had one arm between Lisa's legs, her head resting on Lisa's stomach, facing Lisa's breasts. One of Lisa's hands rested on Jessica's back. While I could see them breathing, they did not move at all otherwise.

 

The card said to remove Jessica's sandals. I did so, slowly, caressing her bare feet, kissing her ankles. I set the sandals on the floor next to the couch. The ladies hadn't moved a muscle.

 

The card also said to remove Lisa's robe. I could not do this with Jessica lying atop her, so I moved Jessica's arm to her side and rolled her onto her back, across Lisa's legs. She has lovely eyes, but I think they are even lovelier when they are closed. I lifted her in my arms and as I did, her mouth fell open in helpless, senseless surrender. I lay her gently on the couch.

 

I touched Lisa's soft face, then pushed her legs together and her arms to her sides. I rolled Lisa onto her stomach and pulled the robe slowly off her. Her arms fell limply to the carpet with a dull thud as the sleeves came free. I then draped the robe over her upper back and head. Her bare arms and mostly-bare legs lay still.

 

I admired the two lovely women a moment, then marked my scores. The next card Caroline handed me said:

 

Stephanie (bottoms) in the great room.

 

On the way to my next assignment, I updated the chart:

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Interlude

Jim looked at the picture on his cell phone. It was hard to believe. The little tart Tammy was lying motionless and nearly naked on the parlor floor. They must have drugged her.

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This was the kind of dirt Jim usually liked. He could threaten to report Tammy to someone or other, and get her to do whatever he wanted. Anything. I'm sure Tammy's parents wouldn't want to see a picture like that.

 

He usually liked that kind of thing, but this time Jim was more excited about another possibility. He finally thought he understood why Tommy was so excited about this weekend. It was some kind of drug-filled orgy, the kind people with Tommy's lack of money or social skill never even hear about. Jim, however, knew all about them.

 

So, he thought, those meddling Sigma Sluts interfered with his love of Tina. Self-righteous whores! They go off and have a...

 

The words died in Jim's rage. Jim got what Jim wanted. Always. Jim wanted Tina. She was beautiful. She was smart. She had money and connections. He never hurt her that bad. His father used to do far worse.

 

He needed more pictures. He'd get them, he was sure. His guys had some seriously good stuff. Lenses and night-vision gear and lots of charm and more of his money to keep people from asking questions.

 

Maybe, just maybe, they'd drug Tina too. Maybe they'd leave her on the floor of the Sigma Sigma Gamma parlor. She'd be his again, and there'd be nothing any of them, least of all that Tommy creep, could do about it.

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Nowadays, that was the sort of thing Jim liked.

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Continue The Game (8. Stephanie on Guard)

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