Troy to steal Carrie from you.

Monday, 11:15am

You walk down the stairs. Troy still stands in front of the door while Carrie has stepped to the side, putting you between the two of them.

Carrie had used her few free minutes to change out of the bathrobe and into an expensive bikini that you'd never seen before. She's breathtaking. Troy had exchanged his look of uncertainty for one of irritation.

You turn toward Carrie and take a breath.

"On the phone earlier you said something to me that you thought Troy should know. Do you remember?"

Carrie looks back at you. Her mouth twitches into a very brief smirk just before she sets her face into stone, raises an eyebrow, and nods.

"Did you mean it?"

She stares at you.

Your chest tightens as you watch Carrie consider your words. Troy looks through you toward Carrie with an appraising expression. Suddenly, Carrie's expression brightens noticeably and her smirk returns in ****.

You feel ice in your chest, your breath catches in your throat and you close your eyes for just a moment. You hear a contemptuous*huff* from Carrie and open your eyes to see her diaphragm contract in a silent laugh. Carrie had noticed your expression; her smirk deepened. She turns her eyes slightly, looking past you and toward Troy. She idly brushes her hand against the front of her bikini bottom and nods, locking eyes with Troy.

"You brought me here to humiliate and hurt me."

This time, Carrie nods immediately and emphatically, and she licks her lips while looking into Troy's eyes.

"How far are you willing to go?"

Carrie raises an eyebrow in your direction and lets out a vicious chuckle. 'Did we talk about limits, cuck? I don't remember any. Do you have a point?'

Troy's eyebrows shoot up; he suddenly looks triumphant and cocky. You've seen that expression on his face so many times before. It looks like Carrie has already made some decisions on her own!

You look down at the floor for a moment before speaking up. "Will you tell Troy everything? Tell him he's won. Give him a chance to take even this... you... away from me. Just like in college."

Even before you finished your last sentence, Carrie had moved her eyes away from you and focused again directly on Troy's face. She moves immediately, brushing you aside with her forearm, and puts her arms around Troy's neck. She brushes the back of her right hand gently through the hair on the left side of his head and pulls his hips toward her with her own left hand.

She speaks without hesitation, referring to you in the third person as if you'd already left the room. 'What John is saying, Troy, is that last month I gave him the best deal of his pathetic life and this is how he chose to take it.'

Troy brings his hands up to encircle Carrie's back but she stops him by catching his left hand in her right. She places his right hand against her hip, just where the bikini gives way to skin, tucks his fingers in under the fabric and leaves her hand resting atop his.

'I offered him a dream; I offered him everything. I told him that I was his, that I would do anything, absolutely anything for him sexually for as long as he wanted.'

She turns her head back over her shoulder and looks directly in your eyes as she continues.

'Apparently, what he wanted was day after day of mediocre, pedestrian sex, spurting his load in various holes after a few minutes of pumping back and forth like a kid trying to learn to use a swing set.'

Your insides twist. Her tone is cold and matter-of-fact. She keeps speaking, now turning back to Troy.

'Frankly, I was impressed that he decided to try my ass. It was a nice change of pace, at least, from sad missionary sex and at least I didn't have to watch his face turn red and see him pant like an over-excited dog.'

Troy laughs silently as Carrie speaks. He has his eyes on you and they widen further with every sentence. Carrie subtly moves the hand she placed on her hip slightly inward and lets out a sigh.

'I don't know if he's always known that he is a loser cuck or if he just finally realized that his limp dick wasn't ever going to, to put it politely, *measure up* to the rest of the world. Either way, I guess he's decided that if his sex life is going to be a degrading embarrassment he might as well save some energy and let someone else do the work.'

Carrie lifts her right hand and places Troy's hand around the back of her neck. She reaches up and turns his head to the side to speak softly in his ear, but you can still hear the words.

'You were better than him in college. You took everything from him; you broke him. Look at what's left! He's a pathetic shell of what could have been a man. You're better looking, more successful, wealthier, and more charming than he is. He doesn't deserve me. He never did.'

She takes her hand away from his head and turns completely around in his arms. She slides his hand from her hip up her belly and rests it just below her breasts.

'You win. You won years ago. I know you can have everything you want, women included. You don't have to woo me. Just take what you want; I'm yours. Keep me, use me, or send me back as you please. I'll do anything you want me to do.'

Carrie moves Troy's hands aside, brushing his right hand against her breast for a moment. She steps backward into his body, guiding him away from the door, before walking straight toward you. She stares directly into your eyes the whole way.

She gently takes the collar of your shirt and pulls you toward her, walking backwards as she does, silently looking into your eyes with a neutral expression on her face. She opens the door and stands you in front of it. Your back is to the street and you can't help but to look down for a moment to see the sun catch her bikini and bring out its vibrant contrast against her smooth skin. She pushes your chest gently until your heels are just over the threshold, steadying you with her grip on your collar and keeping you half inside and half outside Troy's house.

Carrie uses the fingers of her right hand against the bottom of your chin to raise your gaze back toward her eyes. Her expression is still neutral. She speaks again, staring into your eyes, but she doesn't address you.

'Take what you want. Send me back when you're done. Call me back at your whim. If you tell me to leave him, I will. If you just want some ass on demand, it's yours. I swear that I'll never say no to you, Troy, even if you allow John and I to stay together. I'll think about you even if I'm with him. I won't touch his, ' she sneers briefly as she spits out her next word, ' "manhood" again. Use me for pleasure. Use me to entertain guests, if you want.'

Carrie takes her hand from your face and rests it against the edge of the door. Her other hand tightens its grip on your collar slightly.

Suddenly, Carrie's expression turns viciously cruel and she laughs in your face.

'Use me as just one more opportunity to spit in this '

she spits right in your face!

'pathetic' *spit*

'limp-dicked' *spit*

'whining' *spit*

'cuckold's' *spit*

'face!'

*THUD* The world grays out and excruciating pain bolts up and down your body as she punctuates that final word with a brutal and unforgiving kick right between your legs. She releases her grip on your shirt as you double over to let you fall backward over the threshold onto the concrete outside. Before you even hit the ground, she turns on her heel toward Troy letting her other hand's loose pressure on the side of the door push it closed.

*CLICK!*