FoA Chapter 14

You wake up with a raging, drooling erection, worse than most days. You feel the sweaty sheets under your naked body. It’s already hot, even though it’s still early. What were you dreaming about? You were on a bike, riding behind Fang. You had your arms around her waist, and she was wearing that body suit.

Man. Fang took Cynthia home last night. You genuinely wonder if anything happened or if Cynthia really just wanted to get out of the that loud, horny sorority house for a while.

No. No way that Fang didn’t fuck her. You’re picturing Fang, her naked body as you imagine it covered in a sheen of sweat, jackhammering Cynthia from behind when you blow a creamy load all over your belly. You lie there lazily until you can’t anymore, then shower and get dressed.

It sounds like it’s another busy day outside, and there’s going to be some busy stuff ahead of you. Working with this Cynthia girl to bust into Gurlberg PD is a huge deal. The things you’ve helped with up to this point have been small. This isn’t a big heist like hitting a casino or a bank because Gurlberg is so small, but it’s still a lot of major felonies.

This is hardcore crime. Free Gurls is supposed to be more about… softcore crime and hardcore sex. But circumstances have **** to the club to do **** things. Money is important.

You make yourself presentable and head downstairs, finding another stiflingly humid day waiting for you. You climb onto your bike and put on your helmet.

It always feels weird to ride into a nice neighborhood, even one that you have visited before. Mary’s house is still very cute. You feel embarrassed for a lot of reasons as you walk up toward her door, surrounded by flowers and shaded by tall trees. Maybe because this neighborhood is so quiet, and your bike totally ruins that.

You ring the bell.

Mary doesn’t answer the door, Riley does.

“Hi,” she says.

You don’t reply. You weren’t planning on seeing her. You figured she would be at school, but college isn’t like high school. The class schedules are different on different days and stuff. Maybe Riley doesn’t even have any classes today. She’s wearing teensy little shorts that show off her smooth thighs, and a t-shirt with a hole in it. These are like lounging around the house clothes. Her hair is in a messy ponytail.

“Hi,” you say finally. “I wanted to give this back to you.” You hold up her shirt. It’s clean and folded.

“Oh,” she says, looking startled. She accepts it, blushing. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“I can’t just take your shirt,” you say.

“OK. Well, thank you,” she says, looking up at you. “Are you OK? After what that cop did to you?”

“I’m good,” you reply. “Sorry you saw that.”

“I’m sorry she did that,” Riley says, giving you a look. “You weren’t doing any crimes that I could see.”

You laugh. No, you weren’t. But you’re going to. You are a criminal.

You are about to speak, but she speaks first.

“There’s going to be game tomorrow night,” she says.

“What?”

“A fundraiser. A couple pro teams are going to use our field at the university. Do you like soccer?”

You played soccer for like one year in middle school. You barely remember it. You don’t give a shit about soccer.

“Yeah,” you say. “I do. I love it.”

“You should come check it out,” Riley says.

She’s asking you out. You were going to excuse yourself and stall for time. As though maybe sometime soon you’d be in a place where you could do the asking.

Because that’s what you’ve been thinking about.

“OK,” you say before thinking.

“Cool.” She looks happy to hear that.

You leave, feeling a little off balance. You didn’t expect to see her. It just gives you whiplash to see someone like her after dealing with Free Gurls and even CCL. Riley just comes from a completely different world, and you can tell every time you meet her. It’s uncomfortable.

You’re still thinking about her when you get to the clubhouse a little later on. There, you find yet another terrible, terrible mess. It smells like there was an orgy in here. There wasn’t, but there were probably at least a couple orgasms. You’ve been in the middle of those parties when they really kick off. There’s always lots of bumping and grinding and making out, and at least a little fingering if the dancer onstage gets everyone worked up. This new Dutch girl is very good.

No one else seems to be around, so you start straightening up. The first step is throwing away trash, then straightening tables and chairs. You start wiping down tables and here a creak, turning to look.

Someone is walking away, disappearing into the hallway. You’re pretty sure that was Stef. Was she watching you?

A few minutes later, Tanya shows up. She sees you cleaning and stops in the act of dumping her purse on the bar.

“Oh my god,” she says, looking moved. “You don’t have to do that.”

You are going to say something, but the door opens and Fang enters the bar. She looks like shit, like she hasn’t slept at all. Or bathed.

“Wow,” you say, watching her approach. “Was it that good of a night?”

“What?” She looks at you like you’re crazy. “You dumbass, I was out getting the photos that the nerd needs.”

“Oh,” you say. Whoops. You read that wrong. “So are we good to go?”

“I don’t know. We’ll have to see what she says. She’s probably at school right now. I need a shower,” Fang says, brushing past you and going upstairs.

You don’t have a better idea, so you stay in the bar and help Tanya clean up for a while. When that’s done and everything’s good to go, she mixes you a fancy cocktail and you sit there with her, sipping it.

“What was CCL like?” she asks.

“Not as juicy as I hoped,” you admit. “But we talked to their boss, and she had a girl under her desk eating her out when we walked in, so I guess they’re legit.”

Tanya shakes her head. “Unbelievable.”

“Some girls actually have fun once in a while,” you say, giving her the look.

“It’s a little early, Adella. God. I thought you could hold your liquor.”

“I can hold more than that,” you say.

She takes the drink away from you. “Tell me more about CCL.”

“They live in a creepy old house,” you say, trying to think. “They were torturing a girl when we got there.”

“Wait, what?”

“Well, not torturing. They were doing some nipple play,” you say. For all the things you’ve done, it’s embarrassing to say those words. Nipple play. That doesn’t come out very naturally. “They called it hazing.”

“I have a lot of fantasies about that,” she says.

“Nipple play?”

“No, hazing. You know. A bunch of kind of mean, bitchy girls, but actually horny,” Tanya says, taking a sip from the cocktail. “And they’re acting like they don’t like you, but they really do like you.”

“They’re going to haze me,” you say.

“What?”

“When I get into the club,” you clarify. “They do something.”

“It’s probably just something like their dumb game,” Tanya says casually.

“You know about that?”

“Of course. They’ve invited me to play. They get really shameless when they’re drunk.”

“Did you do it?”

“No! I have a good thing going here. I don’t want to make it complicated,” she says.

That’s fair. She’s smart. Smarter than you. But you aren’t sure you believe her. Tanya’s too cool. Has she really not hooked up with a Free Gurl?

She notices how you’re looking at her. “You aren’t going to ask me out, are you?”

“Actually, I have a date,” you say, batting your eyelashes.

“Good for you!” She looks genuinely happy for you. “Don’t tell them,” she adds from the corner of her mouth as the door opens and Vicky comes in, followed by Jan.

Stef and Carla come downstairs together, beer bottles in hand. “Open up late tonight, Tanya. We need the meeting to be over before anyone else is in here,” Stef says.

“Prospect, let’s go,” Carla says, beckoning. “CCL girl’s on her way. Time for work.”