Their sexual partnership, Abner had said, was the only thing he missed about Astrid. He had been with numerous women of course but occasionally thought of her, of her tits and the wonderful way she used to get him off. Yet, by the time Astrid was leaving, feeling offended, he sat her down to really talk, saying he saw something in Astrid that he hadn't before. He said she seemed not only more self-assured but provocative in how she carried herself and how she looked at him.
Astrid told Abner about Remy's rugged sexual preference in minimal detail. He pointed at her neck, giving a lecherous smirk. Then Astrid told about Calder's sudden interest and how the two men played her. Abner shook his head, saying they hadn't only played her, but made a deal.
"What the fuck do you mean by that?" She had snapped, "What deal?"
"Okay, men like you've just described could fuck anyone, right? So, why would Remy and Calder casually provoke you into seeing them both? Especially if Remy told you right away that could mean they made a deal."
"I still don't get it," she was confused, "I was not 'casually provoked'."
"Yes, to men, you were. You still are. So, you call Remy your boyfriend and Calder your lover. Two men who know about each other, along with the girl, have bigger plans than what you've outlined so far. I know you're not polyamorous but it can be fun. You always were fun to fuck even if a little boring otherwise."
Astrid put a lot of effort into her appearance that night. Abner was such an asshole. She felt so much better about herself after their conversation. Abner made her realize Remy had changed her by giving her a boost no other man had. Why hadn't they? Because, like Abner, they did not want a sultry, provocative Astrid lose outside the bedroom. They had put her down for their own greedy purposes. Remy hadn't. He had urged her towards the frisky woman she now was. No wonder Calder had been sprung on sight.
No longer would Astrid think herself below par. She dressed in a black mini-skirt and fishnet stockings after thinking about who would be at the party. The top was black as well, but mid-drift with flaring half sleeves and a scoop front. After placing little braids in her hair for a fun look, she applied dark makeup. Her grandmother had forbidden her to wear makeup, calling her a whore. When she'd gotten older, Astrid kept it as light as possible but now as she applied the dark eyeshadow she saw her transformation.
Light to dark.
Innocence to brazenness.
After looking in the full-length mirror, Astrid decided not to wear the skirt or stockings. Skirts were easy to access for Remy. Tonight, SHE would decide when he could touch her.
Finding a pair of low waist jeans and high-heeled boots, she slipped them on in time for Remy to knock on the door. When he saw her, his mouth opened and closed speechless. She pushed him aside to lock the door.
"Wow," he growled, touching her bare midriff, "You look fucking hot baby."
She shoved his chest, gave a warning look, "No hanky-panky Remy. I'm not a sex toy."
He bulked, "I didn't mean that! What the hell is wrong now?"
Ignoring him, she walked to the car. He hurried behind and opened the door with a smile. After patting his cheek, she slipped into the seat. He practically ran to get in on the other side.
"Remy, I've done a lot of thinking today," she said as he drove, "About ME. I've been going with the flow."
Glancing over he said, "Meaning?"
"All my life, I've simply gone along with the tide. I've never fought against it. That is until I met you. Remy, you've made me see I am worthy of fighting the tide."
Remy frowned for a few seconds, "Astrid, what exactly are you referring to?"
Astrid laughed, "I guess no one except me can get where I'm coming from. It's my personal battle. But, the battle is over. Remy, I feel great. I mean, superb about who I am right now."
Remy nervously smiled as she laughed more. Astrid knew she was probably freaking him out a little, but she didn't care. Turning on the radio, she quit talking. Remy kept glancing over as she sang along to the radio. Her upbeat attitude had her positively glowing. He grinned, liked seeing her so happy.
After parking, he said, "Arlo decided not to have a party, but Jay and Rose are upstairs. They are always over."
She heard her boots clicking on the metal stairs liking the way it sounded. Remy escorted from the rear, getting a nice view of her ass in the tight jeans. By the time they entered his apartment, she saw his erection pressing the front of his pants. She kissed him on the mouth hard, teasing him in the hallway before strutting inside the living room to say hello.
Arlo was alone with Jay. Rose was nowhere to be seen. Arlo once again had no shirt on and neither did Jay. The sweet aroma of weed hung in the air. She sat next to Jay, grinning at the boy's wide-eyed looks. Did she really appear so differently with the dark makeup?
"Arlo," Remy snapped, "Join me in the kitchen?"
Arlo tore his eyes off of Astrid, getting up. Jay asked if she wanted to smoke pot and with a shrug, decided why the hell not? Jay handed her a pipe with a wink.
Remy heard Astrid talking to Jay over the loud music in the living room. Arlo leaned up against the dirty kitchen counter showing him four little white tablets with red hearts stamped on them.
Remy hesitated, "Maybe I shouldn't do this."
Arlo took one tab, placing it in his mouth then took a pull from his beer, "I got them because you asked me too. If Astrid doesn't take it, then she won't want to party."
"Astrid's, not a whore," he softly told his friend, snatching two of the Ecstasy tabs, "She won't like being tricked."
"Then why trick her?" Arlo slurred, already drunk, "Go in there and ask Astrid if she wants to have a wild, unforgettable time. She looks really fucking hot tonight. I mean, did you know she could look that hot? The other little, prissy dresses, she normally wears, doesn't compare to how she looks right now," Arlo chuckled at Remy's dark stare, "Hey, I'm only telling you she's fuckable."
Remy stayed in the kitchen as Arlo stumbled back into the living room. He sat the beer bottles on the cluttered counter, undecided as to if he should put the drug in Astrid's beer. His plan had been to allow Arlo to bang her but wasn't sure if he could go through with it. Not after her whole speech in the car.
Astrid laughed wildly in the other room at something Arlo said or did. She was different this evening. What had happened to her? He had noticed she was more self-assured these days, but Arlo was right. She was smoking hot tonight. Astrid seemed untamed and in control of whatever she had set in her head.
He feared that control.
In the living room, Astrid laughed as Arlo dirty danced in front of her to the loud rock music. He held a beer in one hand, the other on his neck, acting silly.
She fell against Jay, "Whoa! Take it off! Are you my stripper tonight Arlo?"
Arlo's eyes gleamed sexily at her as he gyrated his pelvis, "I'm all you need tonight baby."
Jay made a disgusted sound, wrapping an arm around her shoulders chummily, "Boo! Go back to strip-a-gram preschool!"
Astrid laughed harder as Arlo acted insulted, thrusting at Jay as the man turned his head towards Astrid, fake screeching like a girl. Jay buried his head in her hair, his arms holding her against the back of the sofa. The moment she realized Jay's bare chest was pressing intimately against her own, his hot mouth touched her neck, hand moving down to cup her ass. She forcefully pushed him away. He slid off of the sofa, falling as Arlo roared with taunting laughter. Jay shrugged.
Astrid stood, "Let me show you how it's done."
Jay and Arlo scrambled to dance next to her as she moved her hips in time to the music. They were funny guys, encouraging each other with taunts. Their eyes followed every movement she made, and her pulse raced, enjoying the lustful attentions. Although they kept hands off of her, she could quite clearly tell both men sported erections.
Where in the hell is Remy? She suddenly thought.
Remy hadn't put the drug in Astrid's beer, figuring she could make her own decision, done playing games. She had hold of his heart and he didn't want to lose her because of a cowardly, adolescent move. He took a tab then stepped out of the kitchen.
Remy was surprised to find his two friends dancing on either side of his girl. She was glowing with sexual flirtation which he'd never seen on her face. Her pants were sinful on that tight body, breast practically oozing out of the low cut mid-drift top she wore. The way Astrid moved her body to the music was too much to watch.
Yet, it was all he could do.
Astrid spotted Remy, ditching the two enamored men, "Hey baby! For me?" she snatched the beer from his frozen hand.
"Having fun?" he asked, holding the tab loosely in his palm, "Looks like it. Can I tell you something without you getting mad?"
She drank half of the beer, then breathlessly replied, "Shoot."
He held the tab up between two fingers so she saw the red heart, "We've all taken one of these."
She looked puzzled, sipping the remains of the beer. He smiled reassuringly so she wouldn't feel scared.
"It's a love drug," he gently explained, "It makes you want to touch and fuck everything. Especially touch. It's okay if you don't want to take it. I've just taken mine. Arlo did too. I just thought... we could play."
"Yeah, but your kind of playing leaves me wondering why I continue to fuck you," she said in a semi-sweet yet harsh tone that had his smile fading, "I know what the hell Ecstasy is. What exactly are you suggesting?"
Arlo and Jay stood several feet behind Astrid, giving Remy doubtful looks. They wanted Astrid as badly as he ever did, but it wasn't looking too good. Remy continued to hold the tab up but stopped smiling as her icy gaze took hold.
"Astrid, I'm not suggesting," he smoothly held his own with her. If she thought she was a hard-ass suddenly, she was not. He could whip her into submission so quick, her head would pound for a week. "I'm telling you. Here's the tab you stick on your tongue. It dissolves. Within ten to twenty minutes you'll want every cock in this room. Yes?" he turned the tab, "Or no?"
Astrid saw the unwavering cruelty in Remy. He wasn't playing. She had to choose. Hell, they'd all taken the drug already!
Astrid held out her hand and Remy set the drug on her palm. She saw his nod as he brushed past, going to the guys. The music was loud, but she could hear her heart beating in her eardrums. Why did he want to take drugs like this? Did it make sharing easier?
Arlo and Jay had been expecting her to show up tonight to fuck! She realized this as she looked at the tab. Remy had set her up for an orgy. Had lied to her about a so-called party so she'd come over.
The men were sitting down, and she looked at the front door, feeling the need to run.
When Remy flopped down on the sofa, his vision blurred. The drug was stronger than he'd expected. He half listened to Arlo's insistence he convince Astrid to join them as Jay rolled a joint.
He glanced up to where Astrid had stood, but she wasn't there. Sitting forward, his heart pounded, wondering where she had gone.
Arlo cursed, "The front door is open."
Remy jumped to his feet, running for the wide open doorway. His shoes crushed the Ecstasy pill as he ran down the first flight of stairs. He looked over the railing, glimpsing dark hair.
"Astrid!" he shouted, afraid now as she ran from him like he always feared she would, "No! Stop! Let's talk. Astrid!"
He ran like mad after her feeling she had a much better head start. By the time he crashed out the exit, Astrid was nowhere to be seen or heard. He shouted her name like an idiot who'd lost his child.
Why had she run? Was it the drug? They'd spoken about drugs before and she acted cool about it. He groaned, knowing it had to of been the fact Arlo and Jay wanted to fuck her.
After a minute, he ran back upstairs. Arlo and Jay looked away, knowing how pissed Remy was. Remy could not blame them for what he had done.
After grabbing his keys, he dialed Astrid's cell phone, once more going down the stairs. She didn't pick up. Remy redialed and redialed in frustration. She couldn't avoid him forever.
Astrid was important to Remy. Had she said he changed her? She had changed him too. He needed Astrid more than she knew.
He drove around the dark, seedy streets of his neighborhood without seeing her. Impossible. She had to be close! Why didn't she answer her damn phone!
He finally left a message, "Astrid, baby I'm sorry. Whatever caused you to run out on me... I apologize. Why didn't you talk to me? I thought we could talk about anything, baby? Listen, call me. Please? Whatever you are upset about, I'll fix it. Just... fucking call me! Astrid, I love you and... I never meant for you to feel so angry that you'd run away from me. Call me, please?"
After twenty minutes Remy went home. Arlo and Jay were on the sofa, kissing Rose. She lived in the building, which was convenient. With the drug coursing through all of their systems, Rose was having a fantastic time.
Remy crossed his arms pouting as he watched Rose suck Arlo's dick while Jay ass fucked her. They couldn't care less about the issue with Astrid. Arlo had told him to give her up more than once, saying she would never fit into their lifestyle.
Remy didn't want Astrid to conform.
Jay finished with Rose, sat back to smoke a joint and the girl motioned Remy over, holding up a condom. His dick was hard and Rose had always had a crush on him, but she was a slut. He undressed as Rose sauntered over. He took the offered condom, avoiding all eyes in the room.
"Fuck me hard," Rose begged, "Like you would Astrid."
Remy shoved her onto her knees, "No talking."
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