CHAPTER 5

Tristan pulled her bag out of the back seat, walked up to Nick’s door and rang the bell. Holly must have been standing by the door waiting because it flew open before Tristan could take her finger away.

“Tristan!” Holly cried, hugging her friend and her bag. She pulled back and looked over Tristan’s shoulder. “Where’s Kevin?” she asked looking towards Tristan’s car.

“I don’t know.”

Holly whirled back around to Tristan.

“You don’t know?”

“No....Oh, hi Nick!” Nick came to the door and Holly’s interrogation was interrupted before it really got started.

“Where’s Kevin?” Nick asked, also looking past Tristan to the door.

“Don’t know.” Tristan said casually and carried her bag into the kitchen.

Holly and Nick stared at each other, neither knowing what to think. They hadn’t come out and asked Tristan directly if Kevin was with her when she called. They had assumed he was close by. What the hell happened? Nick came up behind her as she began to empty the contents of her bag.

“Uh...Tris?”

“Yes Nick?” Tristan took one of the bottles out of her bag.

“Did you see Kevin after the meeting today?”

“Yes.” She nodded and removed the second bottle.

“Did he tell you what happened at the meeting?”

“Yes Nick!” Tristan sighed with mock exasperation. She put the tee shirts on the table.

“Tristan...” Nick put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face him. “Is Kevin at home?”

Tristan looked at her watch. “Well, it’s 8:30. He may have left by now. I don’t know. By the time I get home he will have had plenty of time to pack his things.”

Tristan smiled and turned back to her bag, retrieving the shot glasses. Holly and Nick looked at each other and then back to Tristan, who was oblivious to their stares.

“Why would Kevin be packing Tris? You two just got home.” Holly asked with growing concern.

Tristan turned back to them. She was holding four limes in her hands.

“Jeez! What is this? Twenty questions?...He’s packing because I asked him to leave!” She answered as if she thought it was a stupid question. “ I’ll go back to the house after he’s gone!” Tristan placed the limes on the table. “Get me a knife, Hol, so I can slice these things.”

Tristan was acting too weird. She talked as if all of this was some minor inconvenience. Holly pulled a knife out of the drawer but didn’t give it to Tristan. She began to slice the limes herself and looked at Nick, raising her eyebrows.

“Tristan, honey” Nick said calmly. “Why did you ask Kevin to leave?”

Tristan rolled her eyes at Nick. “I think you know why...” She started taking the glasses out of the box.

Nick tried again. “Is it because of Lily, hon? Because if it is....”

“Nick!” Tristan interrupted and slammed a shot glass down on the table. “Kevin is just too damn greedy!”

“Greedy?”

“Yes - greedy! He doesn’t need two whores! He’s going to be with whore #1 for the next several weeks. Whore #2,” Tristan pointed to herself, “does have some pride, you know!” Tristan began to divide the shot glasses into two piles, one on each side of the table. “I want to play Indiana Jones! Holly, let’s you and I have a contest - like in the movie! Those limes ready?”

Holly brought a plate of lime slices to the table. Tristan definitely wasn’t herself.

“Kev isn’t going to be dancing with Lily, Tris.” Nick said knowing that was little appeasement.

“Oh?” Holly locked eyes with him. “Who is? Brian, AJ and Howie are a little short for Lily. Looks like that leaves ..hmmm....you?”

Nick began to stammer. He hadn’t told Holly the whole story yet.

“Oh don’t worry, Hol!” Tristan laughed. “Nick is the decoy! Lily is Kevin’s whore - not Nick’s. You ready to play?”

Holly glared at Nick. “Yes. I think I am!”

“Okay. We’ll flip to see who takes the first shot. Then we go one on one. Whoever passes out first, loses.” Tristan grinned and poured two shots. “Oh! I forgot two things. We need salt and we have to wear our new shirts!” Tristan held up the two ‘Hooter’s’ tee shirts, one green and the other blue. “You take the green, Hol.” Tristan winked.

Holly reached behind her to get the salt shaker. They both pulled their tops over their heads and began to unfold the new shirts.

“Jesus!” Nick shouted and covered his eyes.

Holly and Tristan laughed at his embarrassment. He had never seen Tristan in her underwear before. Kevin didn’t need to know about this....

“You can look now, Nick!” Holly laughed. “Ta - da!”

Nick opened his eyes and looked at the two women at the table. The shirts were so tight across their chests that the writing on them looked like lines of bar code. It wasn’t hard to distinguish what was under them, either. Help me!

“You want to play with us, Nick?” Tristan grinned.

Please, Lord...help me. “Uh...no thanks. I have a few calls to make. I’ll just go upstairs.”

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Kevin was pacing back and forth across the kitchen with the phone up to his ear. Tristan had been gone for over three hours without a word. He had been in a state of shock when she left. She had asked him to leave. She didn’t want to be there with him. She had never even raised her voice. It was all very odd. He had considered packing a few things and going to stay with AJ thinking that maybe she needed some time alone. Things had been going well for them until now. She was still so fragile. God only knew what she was thinking. Please let her be alright. No one had seen her. Kevin had decided that he would go if he had to but he was going to talk to her first and make her react. She still harbored doubts about him and what he wanted. He could feel this in his gut.

There had been no answer at Howie’s and he couldn’t think of anyone else to call. As soon as he pressed the hang-up button on the phone, it rang.

“Tristan?” he yelled into the phone.

“No, man...”

“Nick? What do you want? I’m trying to find Tris!”

“She’s here, Kev...at least I think she is....”

“What the fuck do you mean, you think? Is she there or not? Is she alright?”

“I mean that I don’t know if it’s Tris or....her evil twin! She seems okay, but not ‘normal’. It’s hard to explain...kinda like that movie with the pod people....”

“Put her on the phone!” Kevin demanded.

“She and Holly are downstairs. They’re playing ‘Indiana Jones’ or something....”

“Indiana Jones? What the fuck is that? They don’t have weapons or whips or anything, do they?” Kevin ran his hand through his hair. He was getting wrung up.

“No, no. Tristan brought all these shot glasses and tequila - like in the movie...”

“Tristan’s doing shots?” Kevin couldn’t even picture it.

“Yeah and they have on these tight ‘Hooter’s’ shirts and...”

“Hooter’s?”

“Look, Kev,” Nick said with authority, “just get your ass down here. They’re making me nervous!”

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When Nick came back downstairs both Holly and Tristan had kicked their shoes and socks off. They looked flushed. Each had gone through four shots. Tristan raised the bottle to pour again.

“Eeew!” she squealed. “There’s a bug in the bottle!” Tristan pointed to a worm floating at the bottom of the tequila. “Gross out! We’ve been drinking bug juice!”

She picked up the hem of her tee shirt and began wiping off her tongue. When she let the shirt loose, she didn’t pull it down and it hung at the top of her bra, snagged on the front clasp. She didn’t seem to notice.

Holly started cackling like that was the funniest thing she’d ever seen in her life. “That’s a worm, Tris. They’re always in fine tequila. You must have bought the good stuff!"

Tristan grinned. “Actually, Mr. Richardson paid for it and it only cost him $589.00!”

They both became hysterical with laughter. Soon Holly was fanning herself with her hand.

“Damn, it’s hot in here! Aren’t you hot, Tris?”

Holly picked up her fifth shot, swallowed, bit into the lime slice and then slammed her glass upside down on the table, grinning at Tristan. Tristan rose to the challenge and threw back her shot.

“Shit, Holly. You’re right. It is hot in here...”

Nick was pacing between the front door and the kitchen. It would take Kevin another quarter hour to get here. He heard a burst of laughter and went back to check on the girls. Two pairs of jeans landed at his feet when he got to the kitchen Holy shit! Come on, Kevin....

Holly and Tristan had gotten up to get another lime from the counter. Used shot glasses were stacked in little pyramids on either side of the table. They were whispering, none too quietly, at the counter, but had stopped abruptly when they sensed Nick’s presence.

There was a sudden pounding at the door and Nick backed out of the kitchen to answer. He was shocked to see Kevin there, clearly upset. He must have flown.

“Where is she? Kevin boomed.

Tristan and Holly had reached shot number eight by then. They were still going head to head but had decided to take a short food break. Neither of them had eaten and felt they needed a cushion in their stomachs to help absorb the tequila. When Kevin stomped into the kitchen all he saw were four legs attached to two scantily clad rear ends sticking out of the refrigerator. Nick had put his hand up to his brow and was shaking his head.

“Tristan!” Kevin bellowed.

The two women froze and looked at each other, still bending over.

“Uh oh...”Tristan said. “Looks like somebody told Dad....”

“Do you want me to kill Nick?” Holly asked her.

“Yes, please.....”

They both stood slowly and turned to face their captors. Holly tried to cover herself by pulling down her tee shirt but she couldn’t get it past her navel. Tristan wasn’t that modest and stood with her hands on her hips not bothering to even try hiding the broad expanse of skin showing from the top of her pubic area to her breasts, one of which was still partially exposed because of the tee shirt attached to the bra clasp. They both had computer labels stuck to their bodies. Tristan’s label was on her abdomen and said ‘Tristan - Whore #2’. Holly’s was plastered across her forehead and read ‘Holly - Whore Wannabe’. While Holly fidgeted a little and seemed somewhat resigned, Tristan stood firm, looking defiant.

“What do you want, Kevin?” she frowned.

“I think you know what I want, Tris.” Kevin’s hands were on his hips, too.

“Yeah, well you’ll be getting all of that you want soon enough from your other whore!” Tristan spat. She walked over to the table and took her ninth shot without the benefit of salt or lime.

Holly looked at Nick and saw him glancing back and forth between Kevin and Tristan. He seemed to be swallowing excessively. Holly began to sober up quickly.

“You’re drunk, Tristan!” Kevin shouted and grabbed her arm. “Come on, we’re going home!”

“Take your hands off me!” she screamed at him and jerked her arm away. “Tell me this, Kevin...does she swallow for you like I do?”

Nick suddenly wished he were drunk, too. He could see Kevin’s anger rising like mercury in a thermometer. It was time to seek shelter.

“Uh...Kev?”

Kevin didn’t respond. He continued to glare at Tristan whose chin had begun to tremble.

“The guest cottage is open if you want some...uh...you know...privacy?”

Kevin nodded and Nick and Holly high tailed it up the stairs.

“Put some clothes on, Tris.” Kevin bent down to pick up her jeans and threw them at her. Tristan made no attempt to catch them and let them fall at her feet.

“Gee, Kevvy...that’s the second time today you’ve told me to get dressed. One would almost think that you have other fish you’d rather fry.” Tristan said sarcastically. “Or other whores you’d rather fuck.”

“Alright, baby, that’s it!”

Kevin grabbed Tristan’s arm and pulled her out of the back door, despite her loud protests. When she crouched and refused to move, Kevin picked her up bodily and threw her over his shoulder, marching on to the guest cottage. She fought him all the way. Kevin kicked open the door to the cottage and when he put Tristan down she started to run. He had to grab her again, this time pinning her against the wall.

“Stop it Tris!” he yelled, pressing his body against hers to still it. She was losing control.

“Get off me!” she screamed. “I don’t want you anymore!"

Kevin froze and then slowly brought his face down to hers. His hands moved to her head and he held it against the wall. Their faces were almost touching as he stared into her eyes as if he could read her mind. Tristan had never heard a whisper with such force and power behind it.

“Don’t you ever....ever say that to me again. Do you understand?”

When she didn’t answer, his hands tightened in her hair. He was reaching his limit.

“Do you understand me, Tristan?” he repeated.

She nodded slightly and he smiled almost imperceptibly.

“I didn’t hear you, baby....”

“I understand, Kevin.” she whispered.

“Good girl...”

Kevin’s mouth skimmed across her neck and his hand came down from her head to unclasp her bra. It moved up under the tee shirt, covering her breast and squeezing. His thumb moved across her nipple causing it to harden. Kevin heard her moan softly and smiled into her neck.

“You’re lying to me aren’t you Tris?” he murmured, kissing her throat. “You still want me, don’t you?”

Again, she didn’t answer. Kevin rolled her nipple between his fingers and he heard her gasp.

"Answer me, baby…"

“Yes...”

“Yes, what, Tristan?”

His hand moved down from her breast, across her belly and into the waistband of her panties. His fingers started to comb through the soft hair there and he felt her push herself against his hand.

“I still want you, Kevin...”

Kevin moved from her, pulled the tee shirt over her head and pushed her painties down to the floor. Her hair had fallen onto her face but he saw her eyes fixed on him. Her lips were parted and her breathing shallow.

“Say it again, Tris...” he demanded.

“I still want you...” she whispered.

His hand slid between her thighs and then his fingers entered her. Tristan closed her eyes and held her breath. He could feel her tightness grasping his fingers. She was wet and this pleased him.

“Again....” He forced his fingers deeper into her and rubbed his thumb around her clitoris.

“Oh God...” she groaned and began to tremble.

“Look at me!” Kevin growled. “I said ‘again’, Tristan!” he demanded loudly, as he felt her spasms begin. He put his other hand on the back of her neck and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to look him in the eye.

“I...want..you...want you.... Kevin......Kevin! God...Kevin!

She screamed as they both felt the intense orgasm wash over her body. Tristan shuddered violently and fell against Kevin, weak and defeated. He held her against him with one arm while moving his fingers gently inside of her until the tensing subsided. Then he withdrew from her and wrapped his other arm around her as well, holding her tightly and rocking her.

“Sweet baby,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

Tristan was numb and barely felt Kevin lift her up and place her in the bed. She felt him climb in beside her and put his face close to hers. When he began to stroke her cheek and murmur his love for her, she began to cry.

“Shhh baby...don’t cry...please. I love you so much.” Kevin pulled her to his shoulder and began to rub her back trying to comfort her.

Tristan snaked her arm around his neck and started to cry harder.

“I’m so afraid...” she whispered between sobs.

Kevin felt her hot tears running down his chest.

“I know, baby”, he said softly, squeezing her. “But don’t be afraid of her...I’m not going to let her hurt you again.” He paused. “I’m not going to hurt you again, either.

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