The Twins - A Bitter Hatred

[SecretDesires]

Porsha moved into action the minute she heard the taxi move away from the house. Jordan had been a few minutes late and it put a time limit on things but Porsha was confident that she could pull it off.

Picking up her cordless phone, she dialed and put it to her ear even as she began to undress and go through her dresser. Pulling out her skimpiest bikini, a blue one that compemented her eyes, she heard her party pick up on the other end.

"Hattie Hatcher, City News Columnist," Said the voice in a distinct drawl. Hattie was the city's newspaper gossip columnist and the perfect one to send in for the next part of her plan.

"Word it that Jordan Lindsey, one of the heirs to the Lindsey wealth and perfect socialite in the eyes of many is now at the Green Garden meeting a man who is not her steady boyfriend. Word also has it that Society's Golden Girl is carrying something in her purse that is not quite legal."

Hanging up Porsha smiled and put on her swimsuit, throwing on a short robe and leaving it open in the front giving the appearance of modesty but concealing nothing. Hattie had worn out her typewriter on all of Porsha's exploits and had been sniffing around Jordan for ages now. She hadn't come up with anything, of course....that is until now. Tomorrow's news should be very interesting.

Hearing the front door open, her smile got even larger. She knew that Ken had come in and was looking for the box of non existant goodies that Jordan had supposidly sent him for.

Slipping on sandles, she headed down the hallway and stopped at the head of the stairs. Ken was looking around as if lost and then made to head to the kitchen area.

"Oh!" She said in feigned surprise, drawing his eyes up to her as she stood there displaying lots of flesh and a winsome smile. "I didn't know you were coming. Jordan just left and seemed in a rush to get somewhere. Is there something I can do for you?"

Decending the stairs slowly, drawing his gaze to her with every deliberate move, she knew that she was having an effect on him just by the look in his eyes. He would never admit it but he must be very frustrated with Jordan's sexual distance. She was about to use that to her own advantage.

 

[little_golden]

Jordan Arrives At the Restaurant - Snarky Cabby

The taxi driver seemed to be all eyes as Jordan ran out the door.
Jordan was more than annoyed that the man just look at her staring and didn't even bother to open the door for her.

What type of service is this? she wondered.

She opened the door herself and slid into the car. As she did so she could feel the bottom of her dress rising up her legs and ever so quickly she crossed her legs as lady-like as possible. Looking up, she could see he greasy taxicab driver eyeing her legs and the hem of her dress.

What a low life. she thought.

The taxi can driver was taken a little back at the woman who rushed into his cab. He didn't like these party girls or call girls or whatever they were called in his cab. His cab was his pride and joy and these girls always seemed to be bring trouble with them. Last time, he drove one, he ended up in court as a witness, in some pimping ring. That was bad enough, he had lost four days pay over the thing. Boy, was his boy pissed that week. But this blonde gal sure was a looker.

"Where to lady?" he asked sarcastically. As if, the word lady was some type of joke. With hair and make-up like that this woman was probably a heap of trouble. Probably some rich guy had been fucking her all day and was now ditching her before his wife came home.

Jordan was surprised at his tone. Worse still, he kept eyeing her and it was creeping her out. Men never really did that to her before. Now this guy just kept staring at her in the mirror as if he was mentally undressing her. It literally made her skin crawl.

Jordan told him the restaurant and asked him to hurry.

"We got laws we got to follow lady", the taxi driver replied in a snarky fashion.

"You're going to pay me right? in cash right?" the taxi driver seemed to ask out of the blue as they were halfway there.

"Of course" replied replied and then she realized that he didn't have her own purse. She hadn't packed money in her rush out the door. Quickly she fumbled in the purse and could tell the taxi driver was watching her closely. She suspected he was going to kick her out of the cab and maybe call the cops too. That would be so embarassing....

Fumbling in the purse, she almost burst out crying in relief as she found a few loose bills, a twenty, a ten and a five. More than enough to pay the lousy taxi driver.

"Right here!" she replied angrily to the man since he had questioned her honesty.

The taxi driver pulled up to the side of the restaurant and said "here we are lady - that $12!"

Jordan handed him $15 dollars and expected to get her change. All the taxi driver was thanks and he turned around and waited for her to get out. Carefully she uncrossed her legs and exited the cab. As she did so, she knew the taxi driver was inspecting her legs and rear.

"A picture last longer!" she mumbled to the taxi driver.

He replied "fuck you bitch!" and squeeled out.

The incident with the driver left her a little unnerved.

Why didn't that bastard just let me off at the front door? thought Jordan but she didn't understand.

Jordan walked round to the front entrance and a Matron greeted her at the door.

"Reservations?" she asked politely.

"My boyfriend Ken..." Jordan started to explain.

"Sorry ma'am. I don't have a reservation under that name. But maybe you'd like to wait for your guest at the bar" she offerred politely.

"I'll send him over when he arrives. But it's always better to make reservations but we'll try to find you a table... but it might be near the kitchen..." explained the Matron in a patronizing voice.

Unsure of what to do, Jordan accepted her suggestion and walked off to a sideroom to the bar. The bar was a long tabletop with stools and lots of men mostly in suits but drinking beer and other concoctions. She felt stupid and most of them gave her an appreciative smiled as she walked in. Assuming it was expecting, she walked up to the bar, order a Sling and then sat on one of the stools. This was very awkward in her dress and she used her hand to quickly hide her legs after the slit on the dress opened.....

Several men in the bar were silently thanking their lucky stars as they started to plan their pick up lines and try to ply her with booze before taking her to some cheap hotel.....

 

[prometheus 2]

Ken

"Jord....Kens voice dropped off and he blushed profusely as he saw who he thought was Jordan coming down the stairs and then realized it was Porsha. He wondered how he could have made the mistake, Jordan would never think of wearing something as sexy as that. He was unable to tear his gaze away from her even though he felt his face getting redder and redder and his penis begining to swell. Maybe he was wishing that Jordan would wear something like this once in a while. He continued to think about Jordan trying to picture her in that bikini, trying not to get aroused by her sister It was no use though as he continued to gaze seeing the swell of her ample breasts above the skimpy cloth. he glanced fo a moment in her blue eyes, they seemed to taunt him and he looked down again only to be teased by those breasts and further down to her taned flat stomach and.. the rounded patch of cloth between her thighs. He shivered and finally tore his gaze away stuttering.

"I was looking fff..or a bbb..ox....."

oh god what kind of box was he thinking of,
"Bbb..ox... he said, again. for charity, Jjj..ordan ssss..aid... to get it here..". he looked at his shoes his face hot and his hands sweaty.

 

[little_golden]

The Waiting Game.... Frustrated and Getting Ready To Leave

Jordan watched the clock and the minutes were just crawling by. She had been drinking her Sling slowly, anxious for her shining knight Ken to save her from the peering eyes of the male gawkers.

As she finished the drink, the bartender handed her another.

"This is from the gentleman at the far end of the bar" explained the bartender.

Jordan didn't know what to say so she simply smiled at the man.

At first she was going to refuse it but the man had already paid for it and she sure didn't want to be rude after all.

Jordan began sipping the drink. It was another sling but it sure tasted a lot stronger. She didn't give the drink or the man who had sent it over another thought. Instead she tried to concentrate her attention on the door and the people coming and going into the restaurant.

Another 15 minutes passed as she was feeling light headed since she had finished the second drink. With a little effort she made her way to the pay phone and saw every male eye upon her. This time she didn't bother to adjust the dress. She was mad!

After slipping a quarter into the pay phone she dialed Ken's number. It rang four times before the answering machine kicked in.

"Ken, where are you? I don't like being stood up! It there is an emergency or something please let me know. I'm going wait fifteen more minutes and then I'm heading home" Jordan explained.

As she thought about being stood up, she brushed a tear away from the corner of her eye.

I can't cry, it'll smudge my make-up she warned herself.

 

[little_golden]

Jordan slammed down the phone's receiver and she could tell a number of men in the bar jumped. She was still wiping her tear away and felt like muck with a broken heart.

How could he have stood her up? What was he thinking? How could he do this? I spent all this time getting ready..... she mulled over in her cloudy mind.

She looked in her purse and realized there wasn't a whole lot of money left. After paying for the taxi ride and the first drink, she didn't think she'd have enough for a taxi ride home.

"Shit, shit, shit" she spoke although she didn't realize it.

Jordan walked back to the bar... and sat on her stool. To her surprise and delight, there was another drink... This time she took two big sips and then decided it was bathroom time.

I'll pee and freshen up she decided.

Walking to the bathroom her legs felt a lightly light but shaky. The bathroom was empty to her relief. After finishing on the toilet, she washed her hands and then opened her purse to use her hair brush and fix her make-up. There seemed to be something else there too which Jordan didn't recognize.

"Porsha .. What is this?" she spoke aloud forgetting where she was.

 

[UC_Gav]

*edit*

Changed my mind, what i was trying isnt suitable for this thread. Sorry to waste your time.

 

[SecretDesires]

(Meanwhile)

OOC: Okay lets see if we can tie this up. Going to get Poohlive into position while he is gone since LG is going to be gone as well.

IC: Two things were happening at that moment that Jordan didn't know about. One, Anthony was on his way to the Green Garden per Porsha's orders. She had called him moments after she had hung up with Hattie.

"Get to the Green Garden and keep her busy. She is going to be upset and vunerable. She won't be angry. God help the world if poor, sweet Jordan were ever angry, but she will be ready for you to move in. I don't care what you tell her, what you do...get her drunk and take her to a motel. Just don't let anything happen if you do get her that far. I am not bailing you out for a rape charge."

"I have sent Hattie to intercept as well. She is going to find her with you and with a little surprise I planted in the handbag I gave Jordan. Sweet sister won't think I did it on purpose. She will probably think that it was something that I left there by mistake last time I went to a party. Knowing her she will even try to cover for me now that we are...ugh...friends. Don't get her out of trouble if she is deep enough into it. Your job is to keep her away from the house for a very long time and to be seen with her when Hattie is around. I will call and let you know when the coast is clear."


Number two incident was that just as Jordan pulled the small packet of drugs out of the handbag in walked Hattie Hatcher. The gossip columnist had been watching Jordan all evening waiting for the mysterious man she had been tipped off about. When he didn't appear, Hattie had been ready to pack it in. She had gotten a few sly pictures of Jordan getting a bit more than tipsy and, though it wouldn't make the news, it would be something to file on the girl who society thought so much about.

Then Jordan had gone into the bathroom and Hattie had remembered that she had been told that Jordan had something with her that 'wasn't quite legal' and it hit the town's gossip that maybe Jordan was trying to either take something or flush it in a fit of consciousness.

So, just as Jordan had the incriminating evidence in hand, Hattie's voice startled her as she spoke.

"Jordan Lindsey," She said in honey-sweet tones,"I thought that was you. Actually I thought it was Porsha. The clothes kind of pointed that way. Not your usual style, dear."

Her eyes lit up as she saw something in Jordan's hand. "Putting on some make up? But it's so flawless as it is. A bit trashy, true...but flawless. Of course I am assuming that is the case, dear, since that wouldn't be anything else but make up in your hand...would it?" She added trying to get a good look.

 

[SecretDesires]

Porsha Makes Her Move

"A box?" Porsha asked in as innocent a tone as she could muster, looking around the living room. "I don't see one around here. And Jordan rushed out of the house in such a hurry. She didn't say a word to me about it."

Walking around Ken, brushing her body against him delibertly but making it seem like it was purely accidental, she bent over to look under the phone table that sat by the stairs, letting the robe slip over to one side and giving him a very good look at her thong bottoms.

Pausing just long enough for it not to look as if she were doing it on purpose, she stood back up and held her hands out, shaking her head.

"No, none in here." She said and then snapped her fingers as if an idea had struck her. "Of course! I bet she left it in the kitchen. She was there for quite awhile this morning."

Grabbing Ken's hand before he could protest, Porsha walked off with him towards the kitchen area, her hips swinging seductivly as she brushed against him whenever there were a chance.

Entering their destination, she looked around the kitchen while tapping one manicured nail against her chin. "Now where in the world could that sister of mine left that box."

She gave Ken a sidelong look. "I am assuming she left it. You know Jordan, she can be a bit of a scatter-brain when she gets to doing too many things at once. And she does have alot on her plate what with all the charities she is part of."

Shaking her head she mumured,"You must be a very patient man, Ken. I know I haven't seen hide nor hair of you since the funeral." She gave a deep sigh. "So patient, so loyal. Now why can't I find a man like that? Seems the good ones are all taken."

As if coming out of her own thoughts she laughed. "Oh, but we are forgetting about that box. Right. You look over there by the sink and I will look over here by the stove. It has to be somewhere if Jordan said it was. I am sure a girl as considerate as she is wouldn't send you on a fool's errand."

Humming to herself she moved over to the cupboards that were by the stove and begin looking in them. "Yes, you are sure lucky to have Jordan. I know she and I don't get along but that is just because we are so different. I don't have any problems admitting she is the better of the two of us. I do have my wild streak and I am afraid I show it."

Moving items around, she continued to talk. "She is so kind and considerate to everyone's needs. I am sure she is just the same to you, Ken. She must fall all over herself trying to satisfy every whim of yours."

Porsha laughed again, sounding a bit nervous. "Oh, so sorry. None of my business I know. I was just thinking that a girl like that would surely put as much effort into the man she is supposed to be in love with as she does total strangers."

If Porsha knew one thing it was that where men were concerned Jordan was very modest and conservative. She talked all the time about still being a virgin and saving it for her wedding night. Porsha also knew men. And men were basic creatures. Ken and Jordan had been going out for long enough so that the next step was natural. Either marriage or bed. They hadn't opted for either one and Porsha had overheard Jordan talking to their mother many times about Ken wanting to 'fool around' as her prudish sister put it and how she had resisted telling him to wait.

A man could only wait so long before his desires and needs could no longer be ignored. Porsha was counting on Ken having come to this point in the relationship. She was counting on that very much. From what she could read from his glances, she didn't think she was wrong.

 

[prometheus 2]

Ken

Porshas voice soothed Kens troubled mind. Sweet and tender with words of praise for her sister and for him, words of admiration for their relationship. Maybe he had misjudged her he thought he remembered her to be rude and demanding wiht her sister before. Maybe she had changed Maybe loosing her parents had made her realize the importance of friendship, and the love she had for her sister.
He hoped so and he wanted to encourge this new Porsha he was seeing. She seemed to crave physical contact a chuld like need to touch and be touched as she brushed up against him, not by accident, hewas sure. He was a bit unnerved by all this attention and found himself getting aroused as she moved about. his eyes catching glimpses of bare flesh and seeing in her eyes a glow like she wanted to share some secret wish with him.He found himself getting turned on.

Undaunted he ignored his primal urges as he considered them inappropriate, using his will power to control his need to touch her back, trying to stay a safe distance from her. He couldn't help but look though as her body reminded him of Jordans and he was courious to know just how much they were the same.

Not that hed seen that much of Jordans body in fact he was seening more of Porshas right now he thought. only once he remembered seeing Jordan naked when he walked in on her when she was changing into her bathing suitin the bedroom at his appartment.

He remembered it well. He hadn't done it on purpose but when he saw her standing in front of the mirror combing her hair he hadn't moved very fast to leave the room gazing instead t the reflection of her pink tipped brests, he hadn't realied how round and full they were and the flatness of her tummy leading down to the silky blonde hair on her mound.

Of course she screamed and covered herself up with her hands and then her robe and chased him out slaming the door behind him.

She was pissed, the first time that he'd seen her mad and she didn't talk to him the rest of the day. But it was worth it he thought that one look at her beautiful body... yes it was worth it.
After that day they never talked about it as if it never had happened, but Ken never forgot. Now he was lookng at porsha trying not to be obvious about it but looking to see if they were indead identical. He tried to imagine Porsha naked as Jordan had been.

"Wwere you going swiming? he said Thats a very attractive suit you're wearing,it matches your eyes. He smiled thinking she was looking for word strokes and wanting to give her positive ones. You don't have to bother looking for the box. Jordan can take care of it herself."

Suddenly he felt a little miffed at Jordan canceling their date at the last minute especially after they'd not seen each other for a while. He missed her damnit. He frowned and Porsha seeing his frown asked him what was wrong.

"Nothing." he replied but indeed it was something. He tried to cover his anger up by smiling,concentrating on Porsha not thiking about Jordan. A range of emotions overtook him, Porsha so sweet and considerate and so s sexy here with him. His girl friend off somhere doing charity work.
She smiled back and Ken seeing a twinkle in her blue eyes got all nervous again, his throat dry and his palms sweating."Water, his voice croaked out. Can I have a glass of water..... please..?"

 

[little_golden]

Bathroom & Ms. Hatcher

As Jordan looked at the small plastic baggie, it dawned on her that it was probably marijuana!

Porsha must have forget it in her purse! she thought.

As she started to stuff the baggie back in her little black purse, she unexpected heard:

"Jordan Lindsey,I thought that was you. Actually I thought it was Porsha. The clothes kind of pointed that way. Not your usual style, dear."

Instantly, she knew the voice was that of Hattie Hatcher.

Momentarily, she panicked and dropped the purse, but quickly caught it spilling a few odds and ends but she was careful to keep the baggie hidden away. But she knew it was too late and that Hattie had no doubt seen it already.

Oh God I wosh I hadn't drunk so much! Jordan thought in a panicky state of mind.

As she looked at Hattie, the tabloid reported added:
"Putting on some make up? But it's so flawless as it is. A bit trashy, true...but flawless. Of course I am assuming that is the case, dear, since that wouldn't be anything else but make up in your hand...would it?"

"Oh Ms. Hatters... I am surprised to see you here..... I was just freshening up.... Sorry I dropped some costmetics.... You surprised me.... Well... The clothes are for my special date.... but.... well...."

Jordan looked very guilty. Her faced blushed from the woman's direct comments on her clothes and makeup.

 

[little_golden]

Uncle Bill

Uncle Bill was enjoying running the company of his late brother. He felt his nieces had handled the loss of their parents remarkably all things considered. From time to time, he liked to check in on them to make sure everything was okay.

At first he'd been surprised that Porsha seemed genuinely interested in the business, whereas Jordan had disliked it from the beginning. It was too bad the girls were such opposites, if they could only work together - well those girls would go far.

His problem was what would happen when the girls reached 21 and actually got control of the trust money and their inheritance. Right now, things looked good since most of the money was tied up in company stock and the stock market. But if things went south... well they could be broke when the time came to cashout.

But for now Bill wasn't worried a bit. The gals has lots of liquid cash and tons of stock which he happily controlled. If he could only get them married off to the right men that would help him build his own empire......

Of course, if he could discredit both girls and get them out of the big house together, well... he would inherit everything himself.
It would be even sweeter if he poked one or both of his nieces.


He figured Porsha was a slut and probably his best bet. Maybe get her drunk and then date rape her. She wouldn't know what the hell happened and certainly wouldn't complain too much. On the other hand, Jordan would be a first timer and he could sure leave a lasting impression on her mind, if he could mount her...

A dark smile crossed Uncle Bill's face... or maybe both together. An old man can dream right?

 

[Adapt]

A word with Bill then coming to Jordans aid

-The figure of Aaron broke the dark surroundings of the curtained room, “Hello Bill…” his lips curled into that of a smirk as he looked to him, the flood of evil felt against the back of Bill’s neck as Aaron walked closer, hands in front of him, a hand to his wrist as again he took another step to him, his locks slicked back with a palm full of gel, the glint of light reflected only slightly off the lens of his ray band as his head tilted slightly to look at him.

“You know your gambling debts are quite astounding” he chuckled lowly as he took in a breath, his hand raising as his index finger pointed upwards…

The shaking his head slightly as he came near him once more, “It seems you have been leaching the ladies funds to pay for quite a few of these…oh, the cars, women, drinks…” he chuckled softly as he looked down slightly…

“Bill, you disappoint me…” a deep-pitted voice came to him.

“What are we going to do about that?” he smirked again as he glove clad hands came to clasp…

“Should I tell them, you know what would happen right? They would have me dissolve your hand in this inheritance…” his teeth showed softly in a rare smile…

“We don’t want that, now do we?” he tilted his head back upwards, turning upon his heels, stepping towards the tall wooden doors, large confident strides as his gloved hand came to grasp the knob, turning it slowly, looking back to Bill.

“Think about it, will you? I would hate to be the one taking your money instead of you” he sneered as he opened the door and nearly slammed it on his way out…

 

[SecretDesires]

"Water?" Porsha said, putting a concerned look on her face,"Ken, dear, you look like you need more than water. I swear you are white as a ghost. Come with me before you practically fall over."

Taking his arm, she guided him to the couch and had him sit down as she went over to the wet bar and poured a stiff drink. Coming back, she sat down beside him closer than one would normally sit next to her sister's boyfriend and pressed the drink into his hand.

When he protested, she insisted and moved the glass up to his lips, her hands on his.

"Oh, come now," She said in her sweetest voice,"It isn't very strong and it will help bring the color back to your face. Call it a medicinal remedy if you will."

Turning wide, pleading eyes on Ken, she urged him to drink it knowing full well he was not the kind to drink to excess and that the drink was more than a little strong. Of course he would probably just assume that it was his inexperience with drinking that made it seem so strong so she wouldn't have to worry about him suspecting a thing.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc:Thanks Secret, for keeping up tabs. Good to see there's some conflict now. I'm ready to pick up where we left off.


Anthony ordered another double drinks, setting them where he had putt he last two. He waited, patiently, for the lovely sister to come out of the bathroom.
Was it his imagination or had a man just stormed into the ladies lavatory?
Maybe the alcohol was just going to his head.
He asked for something to eat, and got a menu. Most of it he couldn't understand, except for steak. He ordered that, nice and rare.
Jordan would be out soon, with the instruction ready for him to take care of things. Porsha had a plan, just as she always had. He sat there, a bulge of muscles over a bar stool.
Jordan would recognize him. She always seemed to have a nice smile when she looked at him. Might just be who she is. Sometimes smiles are just like compliments, some are as good as gold, and others are as sharp as a double edged sword. Jordan always seemed nice about her smiles though, real genuine.
He admired her for that. She might not put out, or have that dirty slutty attituide he always looked for in the girls he tried to go out with, but she was nice.
Really nice.
He drowned the drink, asking for another, keeping an eye out for the sister.

 

[little_golden]

Meeting Anthony

OCC Adapt is supposed to edit his post to reflect that he did not meet Hattie or Jordan.

IC

Jordan headed out of the bathroom. She had been shocked and embarassed by Hattie Hatcher. She was feeling very low and blue. Between having Ken not show up for their date and then running into Hattie.

As she left the bathroom her clothes and make-up were perfect but her confidence was shattered. The booze had left her depressed and Hattie's presence had made her feel ill. Or was it the other way around - she was very confused.

Walking back to the bar, she noticed the men were still staring at her. With Hattie around she thought about just leaving the restaurant and calling it a night. It was way past 8 p.m. and she knew Ken wasn't coming and he wasn't even at home.

As she walked through the bar and to the main entrance she was sure she saw her sister's friend Anthony.

This is great - maybe he can at least give me a lift home thought Jordan.

Carefully she made her way to his table.

"Excuse me Anthony....." she smiled lamely. It was obvious she'd been drinking.....

 

[poohlive]

"Jordan," His eyes lit up, sirprising that she had snuck up on him. He gave one of his big warm teddy bear smiles, offering her to sit down with him.
"I didn't expect to see you here," He said, finishing his drink, and asking for yet another... no, two, one for Jordan, although he didn't ask if she wanted it.
Time for a little strategy.
"She stood me up tonight," He said, more to himself than to her, but he made sure she could hear it just the same.
"Porsha was supposed to meet me here," He let that sentence drown as let a few drops trickle from the glass to his tongue.
"We were supposed to have a date, you know? A real old fashioned time, look at what I wore," a rented tuxedo that looked as if it had just been made this afternoon. It fit him perfectly, molding around the define muscles that bulged inside the fabric.
"She didn't show up. I don't think she ever wants to show up anymore, you know? I hear rumors and little things, she talks to guys, and doesn't explain where she is sometimes. I don't care, but I should know the truth, you know? I should have that, if nothing else."
His steak arrived, in which he was very happy. He looked over at her, asking to bring her a menu.
"You mind staying a little bit? Just drinking with me? I have money, so you can order whatever you want. I just... I just.."
He choked back a cry, "I just don't want to be alone right know, you know?"

 

[little_golden]

Restaurant

Jordan felt horribly selfish as she looked at Anthony. He looked so distraught at being stood up by Porsha. That was just so mean of her and so much like Porsha. She didn't care about men or anybody. She always left a trail of wounded hearts wherever she went.

Jordan didn't really like Anthony enough to sit with him. But since she was hoping for a ride and he was in such a pitiful state she sat down across from him.

"Oh you look really nice. Porsha doesn't know what a great guy she's missing" explained Jordan. She was trying to be nice and so what if she stretched the truth a bit. She knew Anthony had a reputation as a party-animal. But today, he was just a wounded soul like herself.

As the steak arrived, she suddenly felt hungry. She hadn't eaten in hours and was famished. Seeing the waiting drink she took a few sips for courage. She'd be polite and listen to him.

"Maybe just a drink and you could drive me home" suggested Jordan ever so politely. Her head was spinning and she was glad to be on a four footed chair......

Jordan could see that several men from the bar were still gawking at her dressed in that saucy dress......

 

[prometheus 2]

Ken

"Oh, come now," She said in her sweetest voice,"It isn't very strong and it will help bring the color back to your face. Call it a medicinal remedy if you will."

The smell of the drink as Porsha lifted it toward Kens lips made him shiver. Whiskey, rum, scotch, he didn't know the difference, as he wasn't much of a drinker. Maybe some wine or a beer once in while. This smelled like medicne alright he conceded, trying to give Porsha a simle of gratitude for helping him.

"Yes, medicinal," he said slowly, as he took her hand to steady the glass.

The bitter liquid going down his throat burned at first and then as he took another swallow warmed him, as it seemed to settle somewhere deep inside. He was still holding Porshas hand, why? he didn't really know why, the glass was empty. It just felt good to be touching her, a sort of comfortable feeling that complimented the other warmth. He looked toward the bottle on the bar and then into her blue eyes and thought of Jordan. Why wasn't she here with him? , He felt a need to be close to her. He felt Porshas warm body beside him on the couch and moved selfconsiously away pushing her hand with the empty glass away.

She smiled and stood up.

"Another? Sure, Ken anything for my sisters.... friend."

Not waiting for his answer she moved towards the bar to mix him another drink.

 

[poohlive]

"We weren't dating or anything, not official, but I thought we had something special."
Anthony sighed as he looked at Jordan, sitting across the way. She looked like she was holding in on herself. Something made her very uncomfortable. That might be good though, most people drink when they aren't comfortable.
"A toast," he said, almost nonchallantly, "To finding the one, wherever he or she may be."
He raised his glas to hers, and then drowned it.
"Two more of the same," He called to the waiter, who obliged.
"So, what are you doing here dressed as pretty as can be? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were out on a date of your own."

 

[SecretDesires]

OOC: Sorry for the delay everyone. Hell week at work. People quit and my schedule has been straight out of the book of madness.

IC: Porsha smiled as she poured another drink, making sure that she added just a little less water in this one. A few more with incressingly less water and Ken would be so drunk he wouldnt know what hit him. If Anthony was doing what she had told him to do...and she knew the green of her money would be assuring that he did...than she had plenty of time to complete her plan.

She smiled evily, turning so that Ken couldn't see, at the thought of Jordan finding out about her and Ken and her poor sister's reaction. She had warned her twin. Now she would show her exactly who was in charge here. The weak would inherit the earth, indeed. They wouldn't have much left after those like Porsha took what they wanted.

Masking her thoughts in a sweetly concerned face, she took the drink back to Ken and sat down beside him again. He had scooted almost to the other side of the couch and soon he would have no room to move away from her. She knew he wouldn't try to insult her by getting up and moving away completely. And, even if he did, the liqor would assure that she would be able to be there with a concerned attitude, helping him to the nearest bed so she could 'nurse' him.

"Here you go, Ken," She said pressing the glass into his hands and guiding it to his lips once again. "Just a little more. You look like you are regaining some color."

 

[prometheus 2]

Ken

Ken shivered, feeling strangely high from the first drink but horney too. God, he wished Jordan were here. If she was, he thought he might have the courage to just do what he wanted with out asking her permission. If he could just kiss her and caress her enough in the right places, he was sure she would let herslf go and they could find release without actually having sex. But she wasn't here.

He looked at Porsha sitting next to him leaning over her robe open at the front, her breasts almost spilling out of the top out of her bikini and it only made matters worse as he felt his cock stir in his pants, starting to rise against the thin cloth. Why had he decided to wear boxers this morning? briefs would have kept him more confined as it was it was obvious that he had a problem down there. He put his arm over his crotch to hide his erection and took the drink from Porshas hand. The contact of his hand to hers made him shiver again not with cold but with desire. "

Cool it Ken he told himself you've learned to control your urges with Jordan, why should it be any different with Porsha. He realized of course it was because he knew she was accessable, that she enjoyed casual sex and that if he wanted he could do it with her. Or could he maybe she just liked to tease and if it came down to doing it she would back out. Ken wasn't going to take that chance however, he loved Jordan too much to cheat on her or even try no way was he going to let that happen. Maybe he'd just get drunk and pass out. That way he wouldn't comrpomise his relationship with Jordan he'd be unable to cheat on her .

He drained his glass and held it out gimmee anuder he said his speach slurred, head already spinning lesh have a party Jorda... err Porsha. He looked up at her a silly grin on his face.

 

[little_golden]

Jordan could hear Anthony but had trouble focusing on his words:
"We weren't dating or anything, not official, but I thought we had something special."

Then Anthony surprised her by boldly announcing:
"A toast, to finding the one, wherever he or she may be."

It was only polite of her to respond "Hear ... Hear" and she downed her own drink. It longer burned as it went down at all.
In fact it had little taste at all. In reflex, she shook her head as if fighting it off....

She listened and almost barfed right there as Anthony announced:
"Two more of the same"

"Really...Anthony... I've had more than... than I should" she explained in a slurred voice.

Anthony seemed so friendly and kind. Not the horny loud prick he seemed to be when around Porsha....

Jordan listened as he asked:
"So, what are you doing here dressed as pretty as can be? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were out on a date of your own".

"That bastard.... my date... didn't show up" she told him as she wiped a tear from her eye

"All dressed up... and no where to go...... but I should be getting home...."

 

[poohlive]

"That Ken guy? Asshole, I never did like him. I know I shouldn't say so, him being your boyfriend and all, but I never could see you two together. Guess I thought you deserved something more..."
He placed a smile at the waiter, and asked for a doggy bag for his little dinner. He had barely touched it, but felt it shouldn't go to waste.
"Come on, after another drink I'll take you home. We can go to sleep and pretend this night never happened."
He looked at the waiter, giving a little nod of the head. The waiter winked, understanding. Behind Jordan's back he placed a few drops in one of the shots. He put it in front of Jordan, handing the other to himself.
"Is that all?"
"No, we're pretty much done here."
He picked it up, "A final toast. To life, wherever it may take us."
Downing it, he looked to see if Jordan would do the same. It wouldn't hurt her, wouldn't even make her pass out, unless she couldn't hold her liquor. At the most it would just turn that one shot into four, simultaniously.
His half dazed eyes caught hers from across the table.
"You ready?"

 

[little_golden]

Last Drink.... Prom Flashback

Jordan listened as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

I'll never drink again she thought.

That reported lady will probably rip me apart in the social pages.....

Anthony was speaking:
"That Ken guy? Asshole, I never did like him. I know I shouldn't say so, him being your boyfriend and all, but I never could see you two together. Guess I thought you deserved something more..."

Jordan was two tired and confused to debate the matter. She was angry at Ken... very angry. But Ken wasn't normally a bad guy.

Maybe an emergency came up... like a death in the family she thought to herself.

Jordan watched as Anthony spoke to the waiter. For the moment she tuned out and just focused on staying upright. The waiter left and returned with Anthony's meal in a carton.

Jordan felt relieved when Anthony told her:
"Come on, after another drink I'll take you home. We can go to sleep and pretend this night never happened."

Jordan heard the word "we" and almost barfed. But the words "ride home" helped her to refrain herself. She'd be polite and that's it.

Anthony handed her the drank, she heard mumbled words and relunctantly she tossed it back.

I sure don't need another one.... But if it helps to get me home.... she thought.

The booze hit her hard and it flooded through her body.

It made her think back.....

[Flashback]
Jordan remembered her prom night......

Harold had picked her up at 6:00 p.m. in a rented limosine. He had been dressed handsomely in a black tuxedo, black bow-tie and matching cumberbun. Harold was smart and handsome. Jordan had worn a white designer dress that had cost her daddy almost $1000. It was prime, proper, ultra-conservative and made her look like a lady. It was going to be a perfect night.

Of course it just didn’t turn out. Porsha had other plans that nights. Jordan was sure that Porsha had fucked Harold.

Jordan was very drunk and little stoned too by the time her and Harold had partied with her sister and her friends. She had wanted to say no, but Harold had wanted to partake in the fun and mischief. How could she say no when coaxed by Harold and her sister. They wanted her to lighten up a bit.

Her drink had been heavily spiked and by the time it was finished she was seeing tripple of everything and headed for a good couch where she promptly closed her eyes and started to head off to do-do land. But just before she drifted off a girl, heavy-set, with a gentle voice and soft hands had decided to help her.

“Let me help you” the older woman had offered. She was butch looking but had soft eyes.

“You’re too kind” whispered Jordan in a slurred voice.

“I must be sick” explained Jordan apologetically.

“You’re drunk” laughed the older woman with the short hair.

The older woman helped guide her upstairs.

“You’ll be fine. I just need to get you upstairs to be. In the morning you’ll feel much better. I’ll take good care of you” explained the older woman as she helped Jordan down the upstairs halls.

Jordan felt safe and comfortable. She’d been worried about Harold trying to take advantage of the situation but he was nowhere around. That didn’t even strange at the time. She was so tired and sick from the booze it almost seemed funny and she giggled.

The older woman kept talking as she now half carried Jordan and fell onto a big queen sized bed with her.

“You’re very pretty” explained the older woman as she started to undo the back of Jordan’s dress.

The older woman saw a funny look on Jordan face.

“You don’t want to sleep in your prom dress? Do you darling?” asked the older woman.

Jordan simply nodded her head.

“No” she explained. Truth was she didn’t care about the dress right now. She was more worried about puking as the bed and the room seemed to be spinning.

“Sleep” whispered Jordan as she closed her eyes. Her mind was confused. Her limbs were awkward like lead weights. Jordan could barely keep her eyelids open.

The older woman whispered “You go to sleep honey, I’ll take good care of you and keep those nasty boys away”.

Jordan faded off to sleep, her limbs too heavy to move further and her mind too cloudy and confused.

The older woman took delight as she pulled off Jordan dress which revealed her in a plain white bra and matching white panties.

“Let’s see what you hiding darling” laughed the woman as she pulled down Jordan’s panties.

“Oh my….” The older woman giggled in delight.

Next, the older woman, worked her hands around the back of Jordan’s bra and with ease unsnapped the plain white bra and pulled it off freeing Jordan’s beautiful white breasts. Ever so carefully she laid it on a the top of a dresser in the room.

“Sweet” whispered the older woman as she gently fingered Jordan’s breasts before licking each nipple ever so slowly. The effect was immediate and before her eyes, first the right and then the left nipple started to swell. More licking and then gentle sucking worked the magic all the more on Jordan’s nipple and though she was oblivious to the world, a moan escaped Jordan’s lip as she unsuccessfully tried to roll over.

“Keep dreaming baby” whispered the older woman softly.

The older woman kept up her attention to Jordan’s sweet breasts, despite the interruption of a pair of classmates who invaded the room. She could sense them staring so she took the opportunity to work her fingers around and then into Jordan’s tight pussy.

“ooooo” escaped Jordan’s lips as the fingers penetrated her.

“Oh shit sorry lady” laughed Billy-Joe as he turned to leave with his girlfriend Betty-Sue.
“That’s Jordan….” Laughed Betty-Sue. “She a dyke!”

“We’re busy here. Close the door!” smiled the older woman, “unless you want to join us?”

“No thanks – I got a man” replied Betty-Sue sarcastiscally.

“Sweet pussy right here” laughed the older woman as she lowered her head and licked Jordan’s honey hole.

“aaaaaaaaaa” replied Jordan automatically as the sweet sensation overwhelmed her.

Billy-Joe and Betty-Sue just laughed as they closed the door. They would go and share the gossip while it was still fresh!

Jordan woke the next morning laying naked in the other woman’s arms. Their bodies intertwined. Jordan could smell the scent of the other woman and quickly realized she was naked.

“Oh my God, where am I… What have I done?” Jordan thought as her mind began to cut through the fog.

Before she could leap up from bed, Porsha stormed into the room.

Jordan wanted to hide, but there was simply nowhere to go. The room was small and the double bed took up most of it.

“It’s not what you think” Jordan started to stammer in embarassment.

“Time to go Melanie”, Porsha told the woman by name.

“I hope my sister was good to you after she seduced you” Porsha laughed.

“She eats pussy with the best of them” laughed Melanie.

At that Melanie moved to get up and gave the bed sheets a hard tug that sent them sailing across the bed to reveal a very naked Jordan whose body was pockmarked with hickies from neck to thigh.

But then Porsha simply laughed hysterically and pointed at Jordan’s lower body. When Jordan looked down she realized two surpises. First, her natural hairy pussy had been shaved perfectly clean. Second, to Jordan total horror and humiliation there was a giant black strap on penis dangling between her legs.

At the moment Harold walked in…

“What the hell….. the hell is going on Jordan?”

[End of Flashback]

Jordan was startled to see Anthony staring at her as if she'd been in a daze. She blushed foolishly.....

"Aaaa... Let's go..." Jordan mumbled.

 

[poohlive]

Anthony left plenty of cash for the meal, drinks, and a pretty little tip the waiter got, helping him get Jordan just where Porsha wanted her.
He wrapped his arm around her, so she could stand up straight.
"Do you mind? It could help us both walk straight."
The cool night air brushing against his face felt good, and he couldn't help but to take in a breath, catching Jordan's scent as he did so. She smelled so sweet, like honey and lemon. Almost good enough to eat.
"Right here," He has parked up front just in case he had to carry Jordan out of there. To be honest, he wasn't sure just how much she'd drink, or what would happen, but things seemed to be going pretty well. She looked like everything was beginning to take effect inside.
Very nice.
He got in the car, starting it up, and drove out into traffic.
"How you doing over there?"