Episode III [continued]

Amelia barged right past James at the door into his apartment tossing her purse on his kitchen counter as she made her way straight into his living room. He almost laughed at her presumption, but he was a bit busy staring at her legs as she flopped on his couch and lifted one leg then the other up in the air so she could unzip and slip off her boots. She was obviously excited to tell him something, he could see it in her eyes and in her feet as they danced back and forth on his coffee table.

"Guess what I did?"
"Got a job?"
"Yeah right. I, had an appointment with my advisor."
"Good for you."
"No numbnuts, an appointment... with my advisor... wink."

He knew what she meant. In his mind he could see her walking into Professor Roe's office in the same outfit she was wearing then. In a few seconds his mind wandered from her blowing him at his desk to him punching Frank Roe in the face. It was a good quick daydream, bashing the competition's face in. On the outside he played dumb.

"I finally fucked, Professor Roe."
"Huh, how was it?"

Why did he ask that? In his mind as soon as she said fuck he flashed white hot rage and was furiously beating the professor. Why torture himself that way? She may not have realized how much he still loved her, but he couldn't just come out and say it. He's the guy friend. To Amelia he was the closest thing to a gay best friend. James knew this, and that was why he was so angry, on the inside. She was already rambling at top speed.

"It was awesome. I mean he wasn't exactly the best I've ever had or anything, but he's cute and nerdy. And I love nerds. He was gentle, but quick because we were in his office. That was what made it so awesome, the fear of getting caught."

Even as jealous and pissed off as he was, he maintained a level of rationality.

"You do realize that he could lose his job if it ever came out that you slept with him. I already know and I'm one too many."
"But I had to tell someone... It felt so dangerous."
"As dangerous as pulling a gun on someone. Cause that happened, do you realize what could happen to me if you blurted that out to someone? I would go to jail."

Right then and there her cell phone vibrated in her skirt pocket. As serious as the situation was, James was curious as to how little fabric could make a skirt like hers and there could still be a pocket. He already knew without her saying it.

"Shit."
"It's your boyfriend isn't it... Well, isn't this perfect. I'm guessing he has no idea that you're hot for the teacher?"
"No, actually, that's why I came over. I'm thinking I'm going to break up with him, and I was wondering if you had any ideas."
"You're fucking kidding right, you fuck the professor and you break up with your boyfriend of three years in the same day. And here I thought my life was a joke. I'm gonna take a piss."

He let out a few chuckles as he walked from the living room over to his bathroom mirror. He grabbed the small bottle next to his shaving cream and poured four different colored pills into his hand and with a handful of water from the faucet washed them down. No way was he going to let another minute go by without some drug in his system. As he stepped up to his toilet and began to piss he shut his eyes. He tried to remember that night with her crying in his arms, but other images and ideas kept popping into his head. He could only remember the feelings. As he opened his eyes he couldn't figure out what was more depressing, him knowing the lascivious details of Amelia or him losing the memory of the best night of his life.

Episode III: Love is the Drug

One of the things that James hated about Amelia was he desire to tell him every detail of her sexual conquests, no matter how graphic or degrading. Of course he would prefer it if she stayed tight lipped about the matters of her and her sex life but he'd never say it. He'd also never say it, but he knows he still has feelings for her. There was a time, a brief time, after his accident when all he did was hated her. He had a dream of what his life would be with her and she ruined it when she started the relationship with her boyfriend.

The dream was dead and he had no problems being around her, near her, with her. Whatever he felt from her had fled his mind and he was content without it. The feelings didn't stay gone for long thought, they resurfaced late one night a couple months after his accident. Amelia had already been partying in her place for some time before James had arrived. She was acting erratic, almost manic as she danced to the deafening music blasting from her living room stereo. He took a seat in the same recliner that would eventually be soaked in piss by a drunken no-name with a gun to his head. She staggered awkwardly towards him, unbuttoned her shirt in an awkward striptease and sat on his lap.

"Amelia, what are you doing?"
"What, this is what you've wanted isn't it? You've always wanted me."
"Amelia... Amelia I think you've had a little bit too much to drink, why don't we take you upstairs."
"Even better, we can do it on the bed."
"Amelia, please stop."
"Come on, you know you want to fuck me, I want you to."
"Stop, Amelia."

The better and worse parts of his nature were competing with each other. He had wanted this for so long. Any other day he would welcome her hand on his crotch. As a matter of fact, he have welcomed everything she was doing, kissing his neck, grinding his legs, and softly caressing his skin. But as enticing as she was, he knew this wasn't right.

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Episode II [continued]

Frank had been Amelia's academic advisor for five semesters now, but it wasn't until recently that he found himself sexually attracted to her. He couldn't decide why that was, maybe it had something to do with her recent change in style. Like James, Frank had noticed that her clothes were shorter, her attitude was more outgoing almost to the point of being exuberant. She talked more in his class and her insights contributed more to the discussions than normally. More often than not the discussion would be a back and forth conversation with with James about the philosophy undertones in Joyce's work; things only a professor with a Masters Degree like him or a philosophy student, which James was, would know about. She added a little panache to the discussions, a quality that he desperately needed from the opposite sex.

His wife was leaving him. In his mind he didn't know why. In actuality it had to do with his meager salary at the university and his preoccupation with literature and not his wife. She strayed from the nest, multiple times, and with many of his friends. They told him, he didn't take it very well. The divorce papers were being filed and all Frank could think about was going headlong into Amelia Blake.

Frank was given a golden opportunity to be close to Amelia when it came time for Amelia to schedule her last semester of classes. He tried to tell himself that their meeting would be different than any other student's appointment; and, to do so he took two cold showers, one before he went to sleep and one after he woke up to a morning surprise in his shorts. Without even thinking he put on cologne and trimmed his scruff, on his face and down south.

Another day, and another salacious outfit for Amelia Blake. When she knocked on his door frame his mind went directly to the schoolgirl porn he had in a not-so-hidden folder on his hard drive. Flashes of Amelia moaning and screaming in positions his wife would never do with him, things he'd never dared to try with his wife. She was wearing a plaid skirt and a white button down shirt, a shirt that was tied off to expose her navel piercing, she loved to show off the diamond cross dangling from her perfectly toned abdomen.

"Please, Amelia come in and have a seat. You look... nice today."
"Oh, yeah. I just picked this stuff off the ground like twenty minutes ago, but thanks."

He sifted through that lie and could tell that she did at least forty-five minutes of preparations. As she sat down and crossed her legs her skirt bunched up and she showed a hefty amount of leg. Her legs sported leather boots that went up to the calf. More visions of sex bombarded his thoughts... He crossed his legs for a different reason. She noticed and smiled as she moved in closer to him, almost close enough to kiss.

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The meeting took forty minutes, on average and advisory appointment would take nothing more than fifteen. Amelia walked out of the room and put her disheveled hair in a pony tail. She adjusted her skirt and walked the long corridor of professor's offices with an aura of accomplishment. Back in the office, Frank was putting things back on his desk and picking up a few of his shirt buttons. Normally he would be afraid to have lipstick on his collar out of fear his soon-to-be ex-wife would find out; but today, he was afraid his colleagues would find out that he had slept with one of his students.

As he pulled Amelia's incredibly skimpy panties out of his waste basket and held them in his hand he forgot all about the fear. For the first time in four years he was happy, and nothing was going to take that away from him. He folded his shirt and packed it into he briefcase along with her underwear. He whipped off all of her lipstick furiously while using his computer screen as a mirror.

"Christine, I'm off to gym, gotta hit the weights. You have a good afternoon."

He tried his best to sell it like nothing had happened over a half hour ago, but Christine the department secretary was too busy watching her tiny television next to her computer monitor to pay him any attention. He fumbled his keys when he made it to his Saab's trunk. He put his briefcase in the trunk and when he shut the door and bent down to grab the keys he was looking straight at Amelia's leather boots. He slowly moved up her body with his eyes as he stood up straight. She was standing right in front of him with hip cocked and was twirling his eyes in her index finger. She popped her gun as she got close enough to whisper.

"You have my panties... You can keep them if you want, but they are my favorite pair."

As sexy as she looked and sounded the fear came back as the professor who's office was adjacent to his waved to him from his hybrid car in the next row of parking spaces. It was a terrible decision on her part to show up there like she did, and as soon as the hybrid quietly rolled away he told her that.

"Christ, Amelia, do you realize what would have happened if he hear that?"
"You worry too much, Mr. Roe. No one will ever find out... Okay, baby?"

She moved in close and grabbed his crotch. Sure, it was a bad idea, sure it was dangerous. The fact of the matter was, that Frank was loving every minute of it.

Episode II: Conflict of Interests

It always starts the same, with a look. The type of look that catches men when their guard is down and sends them to their knees. The look is bait and without warning you're hooked. It happens every time no matter how hard they try to resist. It happened to James Oliver when he met Amelia Blake in freshman year orientation. It happened to Frank Roe in the middle of his class.

He couldn't resist looking the platinum blonde sitting in the second row of his American Literature class as she took her midterm exam. He slowly looked at her many voluptuous qualities and imagined what could be. He wanted to caress her curls as she pulled them out of her eyes while writing her essay. He gulped as she shifted her legs and adjusted her skirt to cover herself. He was excited by her modesty, if you could call it that.

He watched her off and on in the hour it took her to write about James Joyce, Ulysses and it's allusion to Homer's Odyssey. He could tell the fall heat was getting to her as she whipped the sweat from her heaving chest; she acted the way modesty women should, but the top she was wearing in no way was modest. As the heat began to rise higher and higher he drifted furtherinto fantasy.

There in his bedroom he sat on the bed. She was making her to him, undressing as she walked. A paper slammed on his table as Amelia Blake was unhooking her bra and lowering the straps. It was Amelia turning in her blue book.

"Here you go professor, I bet you'll find the argument titillating."

What a choice of words he though to himself, him sitting in a chair and her bent down to whisper to him exposing more cleavage than he anticipated. It was a good thing he was sitting down as he picked up the essay and flipped through it, every page was full. He tried his hardest but his voice still cracked.

"Thank you, Amelia. Oh, I'm sorry, have a good weekend."

He didn't see it as she walked out, but she definitely smiled as she blatantly adjusted her skirt and underwear outside of the door in his field of vision. But, just because he didn't see it doesn't mean it wasn't seen. James Oliver who'd been done with his exam for more than fifteen minutes had watched the entire exchange from his seat in the far corner of the classroom and made sure to cough loudly when he passed Roe his essay.

Frank was still looking at Amelia's hindparts as she sashayed down the hall and was embarrassed when he was could staring. James knew Frank wanted her and he knew Amelia had wouldn't mind getting a swing at at her professor. He knew it because she told him every chance she could get. Because of this James took it upon himself to emphasize every sarcastic word as he handed off his paper, feeding off of his embarrassment, for the kicks.

"How's it hanging? You could burn a softball-sized whole staring that hard, sir. Catch y'ah later, teach."

He knew thinking about her in that way was wrong, but who was he harming? Sure, he wanted nothing more to take her there and be done with it, but that would be the definition of conflict of interests. He could write it off as a mere crush, a lapse in his better judgement, and put her in his spank bank. It wasn't like anything would every happen between them. After all he was technically still married.

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Episode I [continued]

It might have scared anyone else, but it felt so easy. Ollie looked down the barrel of the pistol at the terrified expression on the boy's face. The smell of fresh warm urine burned in his nostrils and made him feel sick; but nowhere on his face did he show it. This wasn't the first time he had handled a gun as proved just a minute ago as he expertly removed the bullets and put the safety on. Since he was an adolescent he had been hunting with his father. His father was partner in a gun dealership in the city before his death, so there was always a gun handy in the Oliver house. He was able to strip down a Glock in a minute flat before he could shave; and could hit a bullseye from one hundred yards before he could buy cigarettes. This though, was the first time he had ever put a gun to somebody's head and threatened to shot them.

He definitely had the boy's attention, but he needed to be sure. He licked his lips and waited for the boy to respond to him. When he didn't he thumped the boy's scalp with the tip of the gun.

"Can't you hear the sirens? Your options are running out fast, friend. You can either get up and walk out now, or wait till the cops arrive. I'm pretty sure they'll arrest you for a myriad of offenses for being in this girl's house... Assault, battery, breaking and entering, I think you get the idea."

As soon as he got the words out he saw out the corner of his eye the red and blue flash of the police car pull up at the front door. The decision was made for both of them.

"Well, I guess the decision's been made for you, see you in the funny papers."

Ollie stuffed the gun in the back of his belt, and made his way to the back door. As he walked out the door he caught Amelia helping herself to a glass of red wine. It took all he had to keep from stopping to yell at her for the inconvenience and hop the fence, but he did it. He pulled out another clove cigarette and lit it as he hopped into his classic 1970 Challenger and put it neutral. As he heard the police screaming at the drunk boy in Amelia's place he laughed as he quitely rolled the car down the alley. He started the car when he got a safe distance away from the house and flicked his clove as he sent Amelia a text message.

"This is the last time I will ever do anything like this for you Am."

And as he sent it he wished he could take it back, because he knew it was a lie.

Episode I [continued]

Amelia had a knack for getting into trouble, and Ollie always had to get her out of it. When he wasn't slapping himself in the face to stay awake as he drove he muttered obscenities under his breath. He couldn't understand why there was no one else for Amelia to rely on. He blamed himself most of the time. He had been in love with her for the better part of two years. It wasn't until he almost overdosed in a bender that he finally lost his devotion.

Maybe he was too persistent or tried to hard because when she told him about her steady boyfriend it pissed him off so much that he popped a whole bunch of pills, went for a drive and drove his car into a ditch. He tried to keep that idea in mind as he turned his headlights off and pulled into her driveway.

The driveway was situated on the back end of the house; the only way to get in was to pull in the alley behind the house. He hopped the fence and made his way to the door as he pulled his phone out of his coat and sent Amelia a message. He pulled out a clove cigarette and lit it as he leaned his shoulder against the door frame. He slipped a pair of leather gloves out of his other coat pocket and put them on as took a drag on the clove. As he peered through the window on the backdoor he could hear the guy in her house loudly asking for a drink. The guy's words were slurred.

"Girl you're fine as hell. Be a good bitch and get me a drink."

"Just a second. I'm... taking out the trash."

Amelia opened the door. As the smoke lifted above his face he could see her. Amelia had her hair in curls this time, like dirty blond ringlets tumbling past her shoulders. He could tell she had been at one of the close by clubs by her outfit. Her black tube top was bra-less and shoulder-less and because of the size of her breasts it left very little for the imagination, and her black leather skirt was definitely shorter than fingertip length. Her exposed midriff showed of the new diamond-studded navel piercing she said she got gratis, but he knew gratis meant a quick lay for the gentleman's troubles. That only aggravated him more, and led him to be more snarky than normal.

" So, what have we learned?"

"Don't bring strange men home?"

"No, who fucking cares who you fuck..."

"Don't play with weapons?"

"No, playing with weapons if fine, but if you have play around, make sure the chamber is empty and the safety's on!"

He looked at her as the outdoor light danced on her face. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and her mascara was running. Part of him wanted to take her and rest her head on his shoulder. She had done that a few times in the past. But, seeing as how she was still holding a M9 Beretta and the cops would soon be there, he had no time to be sympathetic. He grabbed the gun from her as he stepped into the kitchen. The kitchen was about twenty or so feet away from Amelia's living room where the guest who wouldn't leave was sitting. The television was loud enough that the guy couldn't hear Amelia and Ollie talking by the fridge.

"Boy, do you know how to pick em, haven't you heard of the buddy system, this is what they teach us to keep girls like you from getting raped. Where'd you meet this fucking mook."

"He shared a cab with me and followed me in."

"I bet that sobered you up. Where's Jenn or Shelly?"

"Jenn's off on a date with her bf, and Shelly's seeing her boyfriend off. He's getting deployed again."

"Do you even know the guy's name?"

"It's Craig or Kenny or Alex... Alex I think."

He removed the magazine from the gun and checked the chamber, which only made things worse.

"Christ, Amelia, there was a round in the chamber. You realize you could have killed this guy or yourself if you pulled the trigger. Keep the safety on at all times, unless you need to use it. Pleas tell me you didn't tell the cops you had a gun did you?"

She shook her head. Ollie whipped her prints from the gun and made his way into the living room after putting the magazine back in the gun and making sure the safety was on. By then Alex/Craig/Kenny was nodding off. Ollie walked up to him sitting in the recliner next to the front door. He put a round in the chamber, the sound of which made the guy wake up. He opened his eyes to a gun resting between his eyebrow. Ollie took a deep breath and spoke.

"Hey, chum, wake up the cops are coming; they'll be here any minute. It's time for you to leave."

He dropped his smile, pulled the hammer back, and watched as the drunken fool pissed his pants in fear.

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Episode I: The Late Night Phone Call

The sound of the vibrating cell phone on the wooden desk twenty feet away from his bed was so aggravating that it made James Oliver shout out with complete disdain as he rolled out of bed. Three Valiums was almost enough to get him to sleep; too many and he would be in no shape for the next day. Even still, no matter how good the Valiums made him feel, he was still pissed. Why? It was past three in the morning as he looked at his glowing alarm clock. Even on a weekend most drunk dialer's end calling him around two. The only person who would even dare to call him that late was Amelia. More often than not there wouldn't be a particular reason for her to call either. He knew this as he answered the phone, if only to make her annoying ring tone stop. Ollie thought the sooner he got the conversation over with the better.

"Ollie it's me"

"Yeah, I know it's you Amelia... you ruined my beauty sleep."

"I need you to come over."

"Amelia, as much as I would like to come over, sit on your futon and stare at your rack without you noticing, I just want to sleep."

"Seriously, I need you to come over, I'm freaking out. This guy followed me home and won't leave."

That got his attention. As long as he had known her, Amelia had always attracted scores of men. It always made a pit in his stomach when she would tell him about the guys she would meet or bring home; especially when she was still going out with her hometown sweetheart. He tried to figure out in his head if he was scared for her or just jealous that it wasn't her that she brought home.

"Well, tell him you called the cops Amelia."

"I've tried, but he still won't leave."

"Where's Sonya, or Jenn? Please don't tell me you're by yourself in that house."

"I am and I have Shelly's gun."

The pit in his stomach was growing, he felt like he was going to vomit, but then again that might of had more to do with three shots of scotch and the bean and cheese burritos he washed his Valium down with. He could barely believe his ears.

"At least tell me the gun isn't loaded..."

"No, it is."

"Okay, is the safety on?"

"I'm not sure."

By now he was scrambling around his bedroom, slipping back into the clothes he tossed off earlier in the night. 

"Christ, I'm leaving. Call the cops in five minutes, I'll be at your back door in five minutes, put your phone on vibrate."

For any other person getting that kind of distressed phone call would probably send them into a panic.  This wasn't the first time he had to wake up in the middle of the night to come and bail her out. Three weeks ago he actually had to bail her out of jail after she got into a fight at a bar with a girl who stepped on her foot with stiletto heels at a club. She was always a handful.

[Continued Tomorrow]

The Players

I'm starting an episodic blog told from the perspective 3 people who's lives get ruined as a result of one person.

The story is all about one woman, Amelia, who's sexuality starts to unravel the lives of three men: Ollie, Hunter and Frank.

James Oliver, 22, one of Amelia's most trusted friends and personal problem solver. He used to love her but has gotten over her. He would still do anything for her. Everyone thinks he's a great person but he does what ever is necessary to deal with Amelia's problems. He's addicted to pain pills and is a champion pistol shot.

Hunter Stevenson, 37, hotshot lawyer with hopes of being the new district attorney come election time. Runs on a platform of morals and family values. Has an ongoing relationship with Amelia that threatens to ruin his marriage and campaign when the two are spotted by a private detective.

Frake Roe, 34, English Literature professor who teaches both Amelia and Ollie. Amelia seduced him and they carried on a relationship for a time but Amelia grew tired of him. 

Amelia Blake, 22, blonde fireball who until recently had a long-distance relationship with a hometown boyfriend. Now she's using her sex to get ahead, that includes using Ollie to fix all of her messes. She enjoys sleeping around and telling Ollie all of the lurid details.