End well? It won't even begin well!

"Uppity whore?!"

Rachel suddenly started emerging from the wall. I gawked, staring like it was something out of a horror movie. She was doing it slowly, as if she was forcing her way through. I realized that she wasn't pushing...she was being pulled...in the other direction. And she wasn't having it. Whoever was pulling on her was losing slowly but surely.

To my surprise and amazement, Janice held her ground, staring at her emerging rival with a challenging glower. With one final kick, Rachel tumbled into the room, righting herself up quickly. If she was embarrassed by her less than perfect entrance, she refused to show it. Rachel began whatever argument she had by poking Jan sharply on the forehead, making the Irish firecracker yelp and rub where she had been poked.

"You listen to me. The only reason I even let you lay a single hand on my Johnny is because he cares about you. For what reason, I can't imagine, but there it is," Rachel snarled. "You can mock my chest all you like. You can tease me and taunt me...but if you DARE suggest that I am anything less than Johnny's first love, I will fucking END you!" My face felt hot. Wow...that was what bothered her? That was...strangely touching.

Janice, however, was not backing down. "So that's your basis? You saw him first and that means he's yours?" she retorted. Shaking in fury, Rachel had a singular reply. "YES!" Snorting, Janice tossed her hair back, trying to look dignified despite being naked and with traces of semen trickling down her inner thigh. "Okay...ignoring the childish logic there, crud muncher...you were spyin' weren't ya?"

This made Rachel pause a moment and I suddenly knew why she had to struggle to get into the room. Willow must have been watching us, same as when we spied on Jan getting dressed. The others may have been there as well. Brushing the accusation aside, Rachel crossed her arms over her mammoth melons and turned her head away. "Someone had to make sure you didn't try anything funny with him," she replied.

Snickering, Janice grabbed her clothes from the floor and started dressing. "Sure you were. Your first concern was keepin' an eye on me and not getting another look at the Skaz's elephant trunk," she teased. Rachel's composure broke a little at that and Jan knew she had hit the nail on the head. "You wanna be all possessive of him, fine. Just don't try and pretend you don't dream about that dick more than ya dream about walking down the aisle with him." ...wow, that was actually pretty harsh. Rachel deflated upon hearing this. She looked as though she had just had a realization and didn't care for it.

"...alright...so I'm...I'm...a slut...but I'm only a slut for Johnny!" Rachel stammered. Her 'defense' was rather weak and she knew it. "I'm half demon, being lustful is part of the package deal..." Janice zipped up her jumpsuit, smirking.

"Excuses, excuses...now are we gonna get Skaz a room or not?" the pint sized terror asked. Rachel nodded, apparently defeated. "Good. See ya in the livin' room, Skaz." With that, Janice blew me a kiss and headed out the door.