Check on Meghan

Panting for breath you slowly disengage from the gasping Latina. Humming to herself she slides down against the wall, her eyes closed, rubbing her mound gently.

"That's so good, vato," Elena murmurs happily. "You come to my bedroom, fuck me like that all night long. Maybe I show you tricks you've never seen before." She looks utterly wanton and delicious leaning against the wall, her lithe legs sprawled on the floor, a look of blissful satiation on her face. It's very tempting, but you know if you go in there you won't come out for hours, and you did have a purpose in mind when you came here. Fucking Elena was just an added bonus.

You bend and stroke her head. She reaches up to grasp your hand and look at you. Something in your face gives her your decision and she sighs.

"You right, vato. You go see to chica, make sure she's ok. Then maybe later you fuck this poor little girl again, si?"

You straighten your clothes and walk to Meghan's door, tapping on it and calling her name. After a moment her voice answers, quietly telling you to come in.

You enter a bedroom that looks like it belongs to a young teenager more than a young woman. Stuffed animals sit on shelves and cluster on the bed, the room is full of frills and pink and cuteness. Meghan sits on her bed, her back to you, her head down. She glances back at you, and then away.

"I came to see how you're doing, Meghan. You left so quickly, I was worried."

"And you got a chance to fuck Elena again," she says sadly, her voice quiet. "You fucked Mama, and you fucked Elena and you fucked Amanda last week, and that intern and who knows who else. You fucked everybody but me." She chokes off a little sob and puts her hand to her mouth.

"Is that why you left?" She shakes her head and doesn't answer. You walk to her side of the bed and stand beside her. She continues to look down, her body trembling slightly.

"May I sit down," you ask.

"You can do anything you want, sir," she answers in a small breaking voice. "You know that. Anything." You sit beside her on the bed, trying to think of words of comfort.

"You don't have to quit, Meghan."

"I'll never be good enough. I'll never be smart enough or pretty enough, or sexy enough or anything enough. I'm a fool for thinking any different." She keeps her head down as she speaks, her hands playing with something.

"You're very pretty and sexy, Meghan. And you've made improvements in the last few days. Quitting isn't necessary."

"You're just being kind to me. I'm not like Elena or Amanda or even Mama. They're all so pretty and sexy and desirable and I'm just...just...just a little ginger dwarf," she sobs, fiddling with her hands, playing with something. You take it from her and find that it's a half full prescription pill bottle. The label reads Temazepam and the prescription is in Elena's name.

"Have you taken these Meghan? Elena!" you shout. In a moment the Latina appears in the doorway, still naked. You hold up the pill bottle to show her. "What are these?"

"My pills for insomnia. Where'd you get....Has she taken them?" she says anxiously, rushing across the room to take the bottle from your hand. Meghan still sits with her head down, sobbing softly.

"She can't have taken too many," Elena says after opening the bottle to check. "How many you take, chica?" she asks, kneeling in front of the despondent redhead. "How many, girl?"

"None." Meghan whispers her answer.

"You sure chica? You don't lie to Elena now. I know you sad, I know you think life is lousy right now, but you don't do this. You don't even think about it girl. Now you look at me girl. You look at Elena and tell her straight if you took these."

"None. I didn't have the courage. I can't even manage to kill myself properly."

"Aww chica, come here," Elena gathers Meghan into a hug, squeezing her tight. "You mad at Elena because she fucked this bad vato, I know. That's just me, chica. I see a man I like and I fuck him. I'm not trying to cut you out of anything, girl. Look, he came to see you. He's maybe not entirely bad. Come on chica, you don't need to be thinking these bad things, hurting yourself. Tell you what, let's you and me get dressed up, go out and find us some men and fuck them blind. Two hot bitches like us, they won't know what hit them. Sure cure for the blues chica. Come on, what you say?"

"No, it's ok. I'd be poor company. You go. I promise I won't do anything. It was just a bad thought. You can go with Mr. Chandler if you want, I know how you two like each other. I'll be ok now."

"Chica, you pretty fuckin' far from okay. Vato, you get out of here, go sit in the living room or something. Chica and me gotta talk. Shut the door, vato."

You nod and leave the bedroom, shutting the door. You consider leaving the apartment, but Elena definitely suggested you stay. You consider alternatives.