You can't do it

You slam the door of your car and bend on the wheel. Your heartbeat rumbles in your ears, covered only by your distraught panting. You have just literally run away babbling a "goodbye", leaving them stunned. But safe.

-Why haven't you done it?-.

You turn around, terrified seeing Kim in the backseat. That's not her, you repeat to yourself, that's not really here.

-I, I couldn't.-.

-Yes you could. You can. Now go back and finish what you've started.-.

-No!- You shake your head vigorously: -She was kind to me! I can't! I won't! She doesn't deserve this!-.

-That doesn't matter.- She lifts up and leans over you, at which you can just lower yourself in cries.

-You don't want to do it, thus you'll do it. You like that, right? Being **** into doing something wrong.-.

-No...-.

-That's what you are.- She whispers: -You feel it over there, the mere thought makes you crazy. It makes you horny. You are just like me. No, you're worst than me. And you. Like. It.-.

-No!- You tighten your punch and she melts into goo, which then flows back inside of you. You wipe out your tear and set the car in motion. Your leg trembles, not just for the fear. Actually, they don't do it at all out of fear.

You drive away.

-This is the place!-.

You and your best friend are facing a white terraced house, the one whose doorbell says: "Trish Martinez".

-Are you sure she can help us?-.

-Heather, she's a lawyer. It's practically a private detective, but without the dandy moral. Aaaand... I have an idea about her price, so now listen...-.

Five minutes later, you're knocking at her door. A guy of your age comes to open and, surprised, squares you from head to toe.

-Hi.- "Tina" waves her hand: -I'm Kim's sister, is your mom at home?-.

-Mom!- He calls her, turning around and stepping aside. A furious clicking of heels gets closer, and after a few seconds you are greeted by a stunning Hispanic woman. She's wearing a pink shirt, a tight black miniskirt, and stockings on her legs.

-Hello!- She smiles, recognizing the blonde girl in front of her: -It's a pleasure to meet you, Tina! Kim told me a lot about you!- she shakes her hand and then addresses you: -And you are her friend I assume?-.

-Yes, my name is Heather.- You timidly answer.

-It's a real pleasure. Please, come in. Honey, could you make some tea for our guests? Let's sit here. So, to what do I owe this visit?-.

You exchange a glance as you sit on the sofa. She definitely knows how to get straight to the point.

-Actually, we were hoping you could help us.-.

-Help?- A mischievous grin curves her lips.

-Yeah. Heather, she had a maid who got fired recently because... well, she thinks it's her fault, but actually it's for her parents.-.

-I see. Wrongful termination. Do you want to sue your parents, sweety?-.

-What? N-No!- You reply in shock.

-So do you want to make sure she won't sue you?-.

-No, it's, it's nothing like that!-.

-Actually.- Tina interferes: -We just want to find her and help her somehow. Problem is, we just know she's named Elena.-.

-Ah, I see then.- She puts a leg on the other and crosses her fingers: -Surely I could help you in this. I have contacts who have contacts.-.

-Really? That's, that's, great!- You exclaim relieved: -What do we owe you?-.

-Oh, please!- She dismisses with her hand: -Sisters of friends are my friends. Well, normally it would be like this, but I don't recommend you do such a thing. It could easily backfire. Yet, if you have half of Kim's resolution, you will do the same. So I'll ask you a favor instead.-.

-Of course!- Tina proposes: -Everything!-.

-Glad you're this enthusiastic. But...- She turns to you: -I'll ask Heather instead.-.

-Me? Uhm... ok, I guess.-.

-Splendid. The best part is, we can do this now. If you follow me...- The three of you hop up, just when her son comes back with the tea.

-Don't worry, we'll finish before it cools down. Tina, you can stay here though. Your sister informed me of your, uh, interests, and I think Daniel would provide to be a great entertainer.-.

-Oh.- She looks at the two Martinez and nods: -Sure, thanks. Can I, like, ask him to do anything?-.

-Of course. Daniel, treat this young girl like she's me, and do whatever she says. Let's go, Heather.-.

After another glance with your BFF, you follow her on another side of the house, more precisely inside a white room sparsely furnished. You notice a camera on a tripod standing in the center.

-You see, I have to take a little **** on one of my clients; nothing serious, just enough to make him sleep on the sofa. And the best way to do this is with some...- She opens a closet and draws something: -...compromising photos.-.

You frown, then your eyes jolt in shock. She's holding two-two sets of fishnet lingerie!

-I, I...- You babble.

-Ssh, don't worry, I'll censor your face, no one will trace it back to you. And it's just teasing.-.

-But, but, but...-

-Sometimes life requires a toll, sweetheart.- She murmurs sorely: -I know Tina is determined into this, but are you?-.

You gulp.

-I am.-.

-Perfect. Now change into this.- She hands you one of them alongside a pair of high fuck-me heels, and you reluctantly undress and wear them. You find Trish ready and waiting for you.

She's... well, she is... wow.

She gives you a luscious smirk.

-Come on, cheer up a bit.- She covers the distance between you and uses a thumb to lift the corner of your lips, her touch tingling sensually.

-Imagine I'm Tina.-.

-How do you...-.

-Please. Now come on, say cheese.- You see that a piece of goo has climbed the tripod. You put yourself in profile and Trish grabs you around your waist to get you closer.

A flash indicates that a photo has been taken.

-Magnificent.- She states as if she has looked at it: -Now turn around and touch me like I'm touching you. Let's show our beautiful botties.-.

FLASH

-You're a natural, Heather. This one is up to you, how do you want it?-.

-Uhm...- You sit on your feet and extend one leg to the side, hugging her right. She turns around and makes a slightly sinuous pose.

FLASH

-I like your style, girl. I doubt they will ever notice my presence!-.

You flush and timidly wave your head, this time she raises your chin with her digit and kisses you passionately. You wait for another flash, but it doesn't come.

-This one was for my pleasure. Good, it's enough. See? It has taken barely five minutes.-.

You both redress in your clothes, but she refuses to take back your attire.

-It's yours now, you've earned it. My suggestion, take her to dinner, something romantic by candlelight, and be found on the bed like this. She won't resist a second.-.

You go back to the living room, finding the boy standing red in the face with his pants on the floor, and Tina sitting and giggling.

-Here you are. The tea is still warm.- You proceed to consume as nothing has happened, then you say goodbye to the couple and you provide her your number.

Once you're out and at safe distance, you explode into an excited chuckle, very uncommon for your form, while your mate sighs and blushes in shame.

-I couldn't take it anymore, it was so embarrassing!- She states.

-Don't be ridiculous, you've made a perfect me! Feel here, you've made me dampened!- You take her hand and place it on your pussy.

-L-Let's just shift back.-.

In a blink, you're back to your shape, which you proceed to feel intensely.

-Hello girls, mommy is back!- You say groping your boobs.

-You were right, she wanted to play with me.- Heather sadly remarks while simply caressing her own arms: -W-What have you done?-.

-Hihi! Not telling yet, just know I've had a hard time too. I so wanted to fuck her! Gosh, I was so horny I couldn't even speak!-

Heather becomes pink again, not daring to imagine what you may have done with her body.

-And what about you? Had... fun with Danny? Perhaps, you know...- You leeringly pat your vagina.

-No, no, I couldn't! I've just, uh, told him to masturbate and not tell his mom the truth.-.

-Oh.-.

You drop your shoulders a little disappointed. You were hoping that feeling the sexual charge of Tina's body would make her more enterprising, more uninhibited. But then, you feel your right hand is a little sticky.

-...sure it's just that?-.

-Well... I have... helped him a bit... don't look at me like that! I felt guilty and so...-.

You peck her on the cheek, mocking her jokingly. Then, you both walk away, making sure you feel her ass every time you meet someone on the street, just to see her hold back from squealing. You know, you could really fall in love with this girl. Maybe.

An explosion on the screen makes you rouse. God, you're so nervous that even this B-movie makes you jump like that. Near to you, Jeremy and William are just enjoying the scene, when suddenly they go quiet and goggle.

-Hello Captain, we finally meet each other.-.

Some sexy brunette has emerged from the dust, dress like a lout version of Black Widow. Well, her mounds seem even larger. The worst part is that she reminds you of...

-Kim Rissan, I assume.-.

You cover your face with your hand, while your two friends simply grin, unaware of the real reason for your reaction. They're just thinking you feel a bit uncomfortable for the quality of the film and for the unwanted homonymy. You wish it were so. Somehow, you manage to hold on until the end, and the three of you exit the theater.

-Nice movie, uh?- William comments between loose laughter: -Especially for that Kim character. I have the impression I've already seen her...-.

-You're wrong, dude.- Jeremy goes along with it: -The one you're thinking about doesn't have half of her boobs!-.

-Ok guys, quit it!- You scowl. They laugh again but stop when they notice your serious expression. Shit, you've been too harsh. Just to make the situation worse, several people you know are passing you by, and you have to greet them like it's all right. But it's not, and at this moment you wish you don't have such a good reputation in town.

-Relax, it was just a joke.- Jeremy apologies: -Man, your sister is giving you some rough time, uh?-.

-Yeah. Guys, I don't know what has come into her.- You admit: -All my family actually.-.

-I know the feeling.- William tries to empathize: -My little sister has been intractable ever since that guy dumped her.-.

You look at him sorrowly, he's leagues away from your situation. Nonetheless, you pretend to agree. After all, they're trying to help you.

-Hey, wanna come to my place?- Jeremy changes the subject. It's your tradition to go to his house every Tuesday, you casually started years ago and never stopped.

-Oh damn, I forgot, we can't. Mom is sick and doesn't want anyone around.-.

-Well, we can go to mine.- William offers: -Not a big space, but...-.

-I can't, she'll need me.-.

You ponder your decision and eventually answer: -Why not, I want to stay away from home for a while. Maybe even dinner, if that's not a problem.-.

-Nah, chill. See you then Jerry.-.

-Don't call me like that.- He rolls his eyes, then walks away. His mother is ill, you think, some flu maybe. He doesn't realize how much lucky he is.

-Come on dude.- William places his hand on your shoulder. He senses something is wrong, he's more sensitive than the majority of other boys. But you won't tell him anything. You can't. To no one.

-Yeah, let's go.-.

It's past two o'clock. You check carefully that no one is on the street, and that the neighborhood lights are out. Seems that everyone is sleeping. You should be sleeping too.

You take a breath and you cross the road running, crouching behind a bush.

"What am I doing, what am I doing?".

You know that it's a bad idea. You know that if she will ever find out, she won't forgive you, ever. But it's the only way. You have to buy some time, to keep her distracted, to make her lose interest.

"I'm doing this for her. I'm saving her.".

You just hope it's one of those nights when your old body sleeps at Jeremy's, so to give him an alibi. Oh god, oh god, you're reasoning like a criminal! Cindy's body is begging you to go away with every cell, but you won't listen.

You get up and climb over the fence. You march towards Kim's car, parked outside. You concentrate and form a crowbar in your hand. You don't have time to leave some mark, like another writing, since anyone could catch you at every second.

Your heart is pumping wildly. You raise your hand. Please make it work, make it work, make it work!

The window crashes into pieces and the alarm trills madly, catching you by surprise for a few seconds. The alarm! Damn, you didn't think about that! At least, it helps you wake up, or you would have stayed dazed for hours like that. When the lights of the house switch on, you turn back and flee away, until your lungs are burning.