FoA S2 Chapter 9

You don’t know Nadia, and you don’t know Nina, but Fang easily checks her social media and gets a picture. She has bleached blonde hair and wears too much makeup, dressing like someone who takes selfies way too seriously. She’s got some curves. Thick was the word that Fang used to describe her. She’s not the first girl you would go after in a bar, but at least you find her attractive. You already don’t like this plan, so having to fake being interested in her would have been truly awful.

Goldfinger is just how you remember it: not as crazy as the club bar, but just as gay. Rachel gives no signal that the two of you have hooked up when she hands beers to you, Fang, and Caroline. You three keep a low profile while you wait, and just when you’re starting to doubt, Nina shows up.

Stef and Carla haven’t been running this show so long for nothing. They know what they’re talking about. They said that she’d be here, and she is.

She walks in, looking around with interest. There can be no doubt that she has dressed to turn heads.

“Showtime,” Caroline says confidently, setting her bottle down and getting up. You and Fang try not to be too obvious about watching.

“What kind of excuse will she make when she strikes out?” Fang asks.

“I don’t know,” you reply. But you can’t wait to find out.

But… Caroline is getting Nina a drink, and Nina’s going with it.

“Which one of us goes next?” you ask.

“You do,” Fang replies, taking a swig.

“Why me?”

“Because I don’t want to fuck her,” Fang says, giving you a tired, honest look. “Especially not on camera.”

Fair enough. You sigh, resigning yourself. You try not to think about Riley. Last night is a wonderful memory that you will always treasure, but thinking about Riley at this moment makes you feel horrible. You need to forget about her for tonight, even though you feel your phone in your pocket, and you know it’s Riley that’s texting you.

Caroline’s doing well.

“How are we getting this video?” you ask Fang. “If she pulls it off.”

“Her place. She’ll take her back there. Caroline has good windows.”

“Oh god…” You and Fang are going to have to be sneaky to do this. Well, better that than being in Caroline’s position right now. There’s nothing wrong with Nina. In fact, she looks nice. She’s laughing with Caroline.

But that just makes it worse. You should just take your charge and forget this whole thing… except it’s not about your charge. It’s about Jan’s charge. This is it. Stef and Carla warned you that there would be times like this. You aren’t here for yourself, you’re here for the club.

And two hours later, when you are creeping up toward Caroline’s place with Fang, you are there for the club.

Caroline rents a little house on a quiet street. You are extremely jealous and wish you could get a place like this. It’s not amazingly nice, but it’s still better than your little apartment. Fang is good at being stealthy and you are not, but she helps you.

It is… very weird to be doing this. Caroline isn’t here yet, but she will be soon. She signaled you and Fang, so you got over here fast. Now, you wait in the shadows, sitting with your backs to the house in the dark.

“Not a bad house,” Fang remarks. “I’ve never been in there.”

“You ever do it with Caroline?” you ask.

“Nope.”

“Would you?”

She shrugs. “Maybe.”

“You going to get serious with Cynthia?” you ask.

“Serious? No. And she doesn’t want to either,” Fang adds with a look at you.

“You two seem like a good fit.”

“It’s not as simple as being two nerds, you idiot,” Fang says, nudging you. “She just wants some dick with no drama and no strings attached. She knows I’m civilized.”

“What are you even doing in this club?” you ask.

Fang smiles over at you. “On a night like this, I’m wondering that myself.”

So are you. This is a shitty job, but you hear the rumble of Caroline’s bike approaching.

“Lights, camera, action,” Fang says, getting her phone out.

But the light doesn’t come on… and nobody comes into the bedroom. You hear the front door open and close. They’re in the house.

“Shit, what if they’re doing it on the couch?” you ask Fang.

“Caroline knows better. This was her plan,” Fang assures you.

Minutes tick by.

“We’re going to die of mosquitos,” you complain.

“OK, I’ll check on her,” Fang says, slipping away. She returns a moment later. “Nope. They’re just kissing and flirting out there.”

“Caroline is good at this,” you admit.

“She’s amazing. I haven’t done it with her, but I did watch her use her game on this one college girl once. Incredible,” Fang says.

“I did tell you she fucked three CCL chicks last night, right?”

“That’s my girl,” Fang says fondly. You knew that she and Caroline are tight like Stef and Carla are, but you are surprised that they’ve never hooked up.

The light finally comes on in the bedroom, and the clothes come off.

Caroline doesn’t half-ass it. She uses her hands and tongue on every inch of Nina’s body and gives her the hungriest, most enthusiastic pussy eating you have seen in your life. It’s the same when she’s on top of her, Nina facedown on the bed, taking Caroline’s cock hard and shrieking her head off as Caroline pulls her hair and bites her ear.

Caroline’s beauty, enthusiasm, and amazingness are… very obvious in HD.

Soon you’re at Fang’s place, sitting beside her at her desk. She has an apartment much like yours, but cuter, neater, nicer, and much cleaner. She has a sweet computer with two screens, and she knows how to use it. You sip a beer that she gave you as you watch her work. She’s the one who shot the video, so now she’s going through and blurring and cropping to make sure that Caroline isn’t identifiable. That’s a lot of work, apparently, but you just need this video to show that Nina is in bed with a woman.

“This is quality porn. A little weird, but quality,” you remark.

“Yeah, I would fuck Caroline,” Fang replies distractedly. “Now that I’ve seen it, I want some of it.”

You laugh. Instead of finishing inside Nina, Caroline chose to finish on her face, probably to make sure that there was some nice, embarrassing imagery for the video. Even doing it, she was thinking about the club. You are a bit distracted by her smooth, brown rear clenching when she shoots her load across Nina’s lips and nose.

Fang changed into some cute little shorts and an undershirt when she got here, and when you glance over at her, you can’t miss her bulge down there.

“You have one too,” she says without taking her eyes off the screen, reading your mind.

“We gonna help each other out like middle schoolers who found a dirty magazine?” you ask her.

She laughs, then clicks her mouse several times. “Oh, damn. Undo. Undo. You want to?”

“I just want to see Caroline’s face when I tell her we jerked off to her sex tape,” you say.

Fang laughs again, then takes her hand off the mouse. She leans back in her desk chair and looks over at you. Then up and down, appraisingly.

You were kidding. In fact, you were thinking about how if you wrap this up soon you could see what Riley’s doing tonight. But Fang’s really looking at you.

Fang just says it with no warning: “I’ll go down on you if you come to bed with me,” she says.

You almost spit out your beer. You stare at her in disbelief. Fang is the cool one. The classy one.

“What?” You don’t understand. “Why are you acting thirsty? Hasn’t Cynthia been here every night? Or are you two not actually doing anything?”

“We did stuff,” Fang says. “But I need something that Cynthia can’t give me.”

“Oh,” you say. You get it.