Our Two Girls Meet

Why would Trisha have to worry about embarrassing herself, when I was there to do it for her? Though I didn’t bother fingering her in the hallway this time, my hand was resting on her ass, giving her a little direction on where she was going. If she had any objections, she didn’t voice them, not even as ashamed grunts, from behind her tightly pursed lips. When we got downstairs I sat her on a couch, told her to wait, and went to attack the snack table.

Brandy my partner in crime managed to break himself away from Satan and met me there at the same time, a predetermined reunion. “You’re killing it man!” I cheered, and smacked his shoulder. “I saw all those points you were racking up.”

“Thanks.” He laughed nervously. “I honestly don’t know what I would have gotten them for, but I feel like I’m making progress.” He looked at me, sheepishly. “Honestly I thought this was going to be harder, but after listening to her talk… my conscious is clear.”

“Yeah.” I agreed. “She’s actually evil.”

“So evil!”

“But things have kind of changed.” I said to him.

“Changed how?”

“Veronica and Marcy offered a cease fire. They said if we were able to take out Lauren, they’d leave us all alone, including Fiona.”

“What?”

“Apparently she’s their leader, and they want her slot.”

Brandy rubbed his eyes. “Now we’re making deals?”

“I don’t know. I think first it’s worth, breaking her down and seeing what she knows. Then we decide what we agree too.”

“Fair.” Brandy noshed on a pretzel. “So I just keep working on her?”

“Keep working, you’re not that far from a trait.”

“That’d be a fun way to end the night.” He started to walk away, but I put my hand on his shoulder.

“By the way. They way you earn the points, affects the traits you get to choose from. So if there’s something specific you want from her… I guess try to earn points through that.”

Brandy grimaced. “She’s not really my girl dude, I got Fiona. I’m doing this for you guys. I’m not crafting my own sex slave over here, I’m just trying to help.”

“Right of course.” I patted him on the shoulder. “Well then, you keep on her.” He nodded and walked away, back into the jaws of hell.

“Surprise!” I felt a pair of hands jab me in the ribs. I jumped, dropped my plate, and turned around to see Hannah, smiling at me. “Great party!” She said, looking awfully impressed.

“They know how to throw ragers.” I agreed. “You look great.” She was wearing some kind of blue dressed, that looked very fetching on her.

“Thanks!” She smiled at me. Such a pure and saccharine smile, that I felt a twinge of guilt. What the hell was I doing? I didn’t need to bring Hannah in on this. “So do you!”

“Thanks.” My brain needed a moment to think. “Hey eat this!” I handed/ shoved a cookie into her mouth. Maybe I’d just made things harder for myself. How was I going to do anything with Trisha right over my shoulder? I needed her, otherwise I was going to have no access to Laura, or Kappa House, Vaguely in the background I could hear an artist posing the question ‘Why do guys always gotta go around blackmailing you for nudes?’ Everyone nodded their heads along with the music, raising a few eyebrows at the lyrics.

Hannah was already having an effect on the party. I admired her for a moment, and then finally thought of a plan. She was too valuable. I needed her to talk to Veronica, I felt like if I could be forgiven for the fucking crime I committed against her, things would be a lot better for me. I could do this. I could swing this in my favor. I leaned down to Hannah. “So I should warn you of one little problem.”

“What is it?” She looked up at me.

I shrugged, and acted like it was nothing of grand import. “My ex girlfriend is here. And I think she’s going to be kind of upset about me flirting with you, and spending time with you…” I ran my thumb along her chin. “...and kissing you. I was hoping we could go over there, and just clear the air with her, get all the awkwardness out of the way.”

Hannah, gave me a look. “Why would I do that? Who you’re with now doesn’t concern her. Just ignore her.”

“Well I want to.” The fuck we’d just had said otherwise. “But she’s kind of my ticket to this party. She might just be overcome with jealously and kick me out.”

Hannah crossed her arms. “I really don’t think it’s fair to ask this of me. Let’s just go somewhere else.” She smiled and rubbed my arm. “You don’t need to show me around fancy parties to impress me Bryce.”

Damn! She was too cool!

What a fair and healthy minded conclusion to come to. She was absolutely right. I was actually tempted to do just that, in fact I probably would have. But Trisha was too important for me to lose now. If I was going to put an end to all of this madness, I needed to be in Kappa House.

I just needed Hannah to defuse Trisha, and then I could start working on the objects of my ire.

I sighed, and brushed my hand through her hair. “It’s not fair to ask this of you, you're right. But it would mean so much to me if you did. We’re really close, and I don’t want to spend the whole night looking over my shoulder. We’ll talk to her for like two minutes, and then you’ve got me to yourself for the rest of the night. Please.” I lowered my head, and gave her pout.

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, but you have to make it clear I’m your girlfriend. None of this friend crap okay? I’m not playing games with her.”

“Girlfriend?” I smiled and raised an eyebrow. “You don’t say?”

She smirked. “Face it Bryce, you’re obsessed with me.”

I’d be lying if I said you didn’t occupy a large spot in my idle thoughts. “You’re on my mind.” I confessed.

She smiled like that, kissed me, then walked over to Trisha. “Let’s get this over with.”

Trisha was on her phone, and missed all the intimate signals Hannah and I had been sending back and forth. So when the two of us appeared before her, she didn’t think much of it. “Hannah this is Trisha, and Trisha this is Hannah, my girlfriend.”

If looks could kill.

Trisha looked at me with the molten hot hatred of a Republican being told to wear a mask. I’m convinced that the only thing saving my game at that point, were the panties in her mouth. No way she’d be willing to spit those out just to chew me out.

Hannah must have picked up on her anger, because she held her hands up as if creating a defense. “I’m with you girl Bryce didn’t tell me you’d be here either. I understand if you're upset, and if I’d known, I probably wouldn’t have come, but you know Bryce. He’s so pushy. One time he told me to meet him on campus so I could give him a book he needed, I waited for an hour before I finally realized he wasn’t coming! What sort of jerk does that?”

Trisha exhaled through her nose, an amused kind of contempt. I could feel her rage suddenly deflate. She looked annoyed by the situation, but not outraged, which is right where I needed her. The exhale was the only noise she made, other than that she lust looked between the two of us embarrassed by her own silence. “Oh.” I said. “She uh, just had some dental work done, and can’t talk. I totally forgot.”

We both looked to Trisha, who just nodded her head, with an epic blush plastered across her face.

“Oh!” Hannah laughed awkwardly. “No problem, well it was nice meeting you. I hope we can get to know one another at some point.”

I put my hand on the small of her back. “Well Trisha we’re going to make our rounds. You just chill out here, and we’ll finish up our conversation when I get back.” She gave me another outraged look, no it was pure frustration.

This was something Trisha of an hour ago would have never put up with. But that was nearly thirty points ago. Now she was horny, docile and obedient, Thanks to her trait and Hannah. So rather than throwing me out, slapping me in the face, screaming in front of the whole party, she just blushed and nodded her head. (Trisha James +6)(64 SP)