A royal shitfest.

Suzie missed her shot, she was trying to pull it together, but her flush hadn’t gone down and she wasn’t talking much at all. It struck Scott as funny that last night it had been her brother who was flustered and missing easy shots. The Carters certainly had their weak spot.

Sandra went up to the table, eyed her friend, then focused on the table. She pocketed Suzie’s second ball.

“Suzie, give Scott a backrub.”

Scott sat down on one of the short bar stools and Suzie came over and started rubbing his shoulders. It felt good, Suzie had small, soft hands and she gave a decent shoulder rub.

Sandra sank another ball.

“Suzie, keep rubbing him, but sit on his lap.”

Suzie didn’t say anything, she just stepped around him, straddled his legs, put her arms under his and started running her hands over his back.

“Suzie, you don’t have to do this.” Scott said softly to her.

“I want to.” She replied, just as softly.

Another ball fell.

“Scott, massage Suzie’s ass.”

Scott looked at Suzie, giving her a chance to opt out. Instead, she grabbed his hands and guided them to her butt.

“Okay.” Scott said, and started working his hands over her ass. She gave a little moan, and pressed into Scott, her breasts squished into his bare chest as her hands grabbed at his back muscles.

Sandra hit another shot and laughed.

“Suzie, kiss Scott, I want to see tongue.”

Scott didn’t even have a chance to protest, Suzie pressed her face into his, kissing him hard and ****. Her hips started moving, rubbing into his crotch and his growing erection.

“Don’t worry Scott, I got you lined up.” A shot and the sound of a ball falling. “And that’s it for Scott.”

Sandra walked over as Suzie came up for air, putting her hand on Scott’s shoulder.

“Okay Scott, as the loser you need to make my girl here cum.”

Scott got enough control of himself to move Suzie a bit and start to get up. Sandra was unbuttoning her shirt.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help.” Sandra added.

“Whoa, this needs to stop.” Scott said, adjusting his pants.

“What?” Sandra asked. She had undone her bra and was now standing in front of him topless. She was skinny, with small breasts and a narrow waist, she seemed like a girl who’d be crazy in bed.

Shit, Scott, get control of yourself.

“We are not doing this.”

Sandra grabbed ahold of him, pressing her breasts into his side. “You don’t have to do anything, let us take care of you.” She said, running a hand over his crotch.

Scott pushed her arms down and stepped away from her.

Suzie pressed into his chest, fear moving into her face. “Please Scott, I want this.”

“This isn’t happening Suzie, you two need to go to bed.”

“You’re turning down a three-way with us? What are you gay?” Sandra said accusatorily. There was no way Scott was taking that bait.

“You can go upstairs yourselves, or I can go wake up your dad.” Scott said to Suzie. He wasn’t going to try and physically **** them to do anything, he was upset and incredibly horny and he didn’t want to risk hurting them or giving in.

Tears started to form in Suzie’s eyes, “come on Sandra, let’s go.”

“Asshole!” Sandra spat at him as she grabbed her clothes and followed Suzie up the stairs.

Once the door closed Scott went straight to the small basement shower and turned on the cold water. He stripped and climbed in, letting the water wash over him, shocking his system and helping him calm down.

Back in bed, Scott couldn’t keep his mind off of Suzie, sitting on his lap, looking up at him, her eyes begging him. He fell asleep frustrated.

. . .

He stirred awake to the feeling of something touching him. Someone touching him.

“Fuck!” he yelled, sitting up and pushing the covers off of him. He knew the feeling of waking up to a blowjob, but he wasn’t married to Amanda anymore. He looked and saw Sandra, naked now and between his legs. She climbed up onto him and tried to kiss him.

Scott pushed her away and got up.

She pushed herself into him, grabbing his erection. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

“I don’t want this.” He said, grabbing her wrist and removing her hand from his dick.

“Fuck you.” She spat out and she slapped him. It barely even stung.

“You serious?” Scott said as he grabbed her other arm. He pushed her back, driving her onto his bed.

“Is this what you want?”

Sandra flushed. “You aren’t man enough to do it.”

He looked at her calmly. “Does this work for you? If you can’t seduce a man, you get him angry enough to want to **** you?”

She tried to kick at his crotch, but he expected it, and she only hit his leg.

“You need help. You should really see a therapist.”

“I have one, he’s at least man enough to fuck me.”

Scott just shook his head. He picked her up off the bed and started to carry her out the door. She scratched his face with her fingernails. He turned her, her back to his chest, and held her under her knees, trapping her legs and arms with his arms.

He carried her out of his room and gave her an option.

“You can go upstairs on your own, or I can put you outside.” It was still raining, but Scott wasn’t going to mess around anymore.

She tried to bite him, when that failed she started to cry.

“Upstairs or outside, 3 seconds.”

Sandra fought to get free of him.

“2, 1”

“Okay, put me down, asshole.”

“You will go upstairs?”

“Yes.”

He set her down. She grabbed a nightgown off the floor of the basement, turned and spat at him, then ran upstairs.

Scott went up the stairs and locked the basement door. He sighed, and walked back down the stairs. He went to the bathroom to check his face, the scratch marks were clear, but didn’t break skin. It wouldn’t be fun explaining those for the next few days.

He thought for a minute, then grabbed his phone, typed out the events of the night in an E-mail, attached a photo of the scratch on his face and sent it to himself. It wasn’t much, but having his side of the story on record and time-stamped couldn’t hurt if Sandra was crazy enough to accuse him of something.

Then he went to his room, locked that door as well and laid down. It took a while, but eventually he fell back asleep.