Within the gated community of Crescent Point, sex and betrayal comes as naturally as breathing. Those who live within its walls have no worries to call their own and move along life in blissful play but when a new face appears in town, everything they know will be turned upside down and lives will be altered in ways none of them ever imagined...
Julie Kurtz leaned back in the small plastic chair, her right hand dangling with a lit cigar tight between her pointer and middle fingers. In her right hand her BlackBerry. She was catching up on emails from her students while she waited for her lunch to arrive. Normally she took her meals in her office at Collingtown University where she taught Philosophy but when she had arrived that morning, there was a message waiting for her from Kristen O’Grady. What did you get yourself into now? She had wondered all day. Christ, Kris.
Now she was waiting anxiously for her former friend to arrive and reading emails had not distracted her from the bad news she knew she would receive when Kristen sat down. There was always something going on with her and anytime she pulled Julie into whatever scheme it was, Julie always ended up getting hurt.
Why do I keep taking your calls? Julie frowned as she dropped the phone onto the table. She reached behind her head and pulled the elastic band out of her hair, freeing her gray hair to fall gracefully, framing her smooth-skinned face. At sixty-four, Julie Kurtz could still pass for thirty-something though it was not genes she thanked; it was the best cosmetic surgeons money could buy. She pursed her lips before raising the cigar to her mouth. Last time.
She looked up to see Kristen standing on the other side of the table, arms tightly held across her stomach and her head bent forward, allowing her almost black hair to cover her face. Julie sat up and motioned for Kristen to sit.
“What’s so important?” Julie did not even try to hide the angered tone in her normally light and airy voice. “And remember, I told you after the last scam to forget my number unless it was an emergency. Of the life and death variety.”
Kristen swept her hair to the side, exposing a full mouth, small nose. When she pulled off the over-sized sun glasses, Julie saw her bright blue eyes and a large bruise beside one. “Trust me, it is.”
“What happened?” Julie leaned toward the other woman, as though studying her.
“He found me.” Tears had begun to form along the edges of her eyes. “After all this time, the fucker found me.” She slid the glasses back on.
“Who else? Damn it, Jules, I don’t know what to do...”
“Shit.” Julie looked around them as she snuffed the cigar out. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here.”
“And go where?”
- - - -
Harley gripped the sides of the stall hard, her head thrown back, as she fought not to cry out. Jason’s tongue traced the shape of her neck while his hands cupped her ass, pulling her wet flesh against his hard waiting member. She wrapped her legs around him as he slid into her. She gasped; Jason kissed her, taking her scream into his mouth.
He pounded hard and fast, slamming her against the wall. As he came, he pushed into her as deep as her body allowed. This time, there was no masking the ecstasy that tore from her throat.
Jason held her tight as she unwrapped her legs from around his sweat covered torso. Once her feet were securely on the ground, she pushed away from him.
“Happy now?” She asked, obviously pleased with herself.
“Oh, yea....” He was panting slightly as he bent down to pull on his baggy blue jeans. “You are the best.”
“I know.” She pulled her underwear back on then adjusted her shirt. “After-glow later. Eli says there’s a new kid and we should meet ‘im.”
“Later. Now c’mon.”
- - - -
Elijah and Raul were already in the cafeteria, seated in the far left corner, when Harley and Jason arrived. Jason kept trying to grab Harley’s hand and every time she pulled it away. Though the way she acted towards him bothered him, he knew it was who she was; never one to show anyone too much attention. When it involved sex, she was all for it. When it involved intimacy... that was something she shied away from.
“Jay, you look... flushed,” Elijah said, a half-naughty grin on his face. “Har make up for this morning?”
Jason blushed. “Um...”
“Don’t worry ‘bout your boy, Eli. I take good care of him.” She grabbed his crotch and squeezed before sitting down across from her brother; Jason sat next to her and again tried to take her hand. “Please, Jay.”
He backed off and slumped into his chair. Just once, baby. What’s the big fuckin’ deal, huh? You’re my girlfriend; why can’t you act like it?
“Anyway,” Elijah said, acting as though no one was upset. “This is Raul.” He motioned to the boy sitting beside him. “Raul, the bitch is my sister Harley and the sad boy is Jason.”
“Hey,” Raul said, squirming a bit in his seat. “What’s up?”
“Hi,” Harley said, smiling wide. Jason caught the sparkle in her eye and fought the urge to say something about it. He knew she was only doing it to get a rise out of him; causing jealousy in him was another one of the things about her he had learned to accept.
“Hey,” Jason said, refusing to make eye contact with Raul.
“So what brings you to our little town?” Harley asked, resting her elbows on the table and leaning forward, pushing her breasts out.
“Lookin’ for my dad,” Raul said softly, looking away from Harley’s obvious overtures. He blushed slightly.
“Oh.” Harley was struck silent. Elijah giggled at her response.
“Yea, um, I never knew him, or even who he is, so...” Raul’s voice trailed off as he looked off into the distance. “He was never around... No idea where he even is.”
“Wow, man. That’s rough,” Jason said, finally looking up. He immediately put Harley’s flirting out of his mind. “So why you think he’s here?”
“I don’t. But my mom lived up in that gated community Crescent Point so I’m just hoping someone there will remember her and maybe... know who donated sperm.”
“We live there,” Harley said, jumping up. “Why don’t you come over after school? We can show you around, introduce you to people who might know...”
“Yea,” Jason said. “You can ask around a bit. Someone’s got to know something.”
Raul smiled and the expression relaxed his entire body. “Yea, okay. Cool, thanks.”
- - - -
Julie slammed the door to her office. She looked at Kristen, who sat on the sofa with her feet tucked underneath her. “How did he get to you?” She took a slow step towards the crying woman. “Crescent Point is secure... that’s why you and your daughter were moved there. That’s why I paid for you to move there! Damn it, how’d he get passed security?”
“Then what the fuck happened?” Julie sat on the edge of her desk and looked down at Kristen, who had pulled herself into the smallest amount of space possible.
“He... he called.” She looked away.
“And, what? You... Don’t tell me...” Julie mouthed dropped open.
“I went to see him.” Kristen’s voice was low, afraid. She fought to look Julie in the eye. “He said he... he said he was sorry and wanted to-”
“Hell, Kris. Haven’t you learned yet? That man is bad news. The worst kind.” Julie stopped, breathed deeply, and tried to control her tone. She knew yelling and name-calling would do no good. “So what did he want?”
“What he always wants. He’s plannin’ another scam.”
“And you said?”
“No. Jules, I told you; I’m done with all that. After the last one, when Dani... No, I’m finished with that life.” She looked at Julie with a new resolve in her eyes. She wiped the tears away and sat straight on the couch. “I told him never again.”
“That why’d he hit you?”
Kristen shook her head. “No, no. He didn’t hit me. He never has.”
“Then what happened?” She pulled the cigar out of her purse and relit it. “Who hit you?” She slid off the desk and walked around to her chair behind it. She sat down, leaned back and crossed her legs.
“He had someone with him... some woman... I didn’t recognize her. Anyway, when I turned down his offer, he left me with her and she dragged me outside and tried to convince me to reconsider.”
Kristen went silent and closed her eyes; she fought the urge to cry again. When she opened them again, they were cold as ice and hard as steal. “She threatened to hurt Dani. I had no choice.”
- - - -
Samantha was sitting in Henry’s car, leaning her head on his shoulder. He smiled down at her as his hand slid up her thigh and underneath her skirt. She shifted in the seat, allowing his fingers to brush against her.
“So, you comin’ over tonight?” Henry asked, his pine green eyes wide with anticipation. Samantha reached up and ran her hand through his light brown hair, tugging lightly before pulling away and sitting up.
“I don’t think I can make it. Sorry.” She shrugged as she reached down for her book bag before opening the car door. “I’m sure you’ll find someway to occupy yourself.” She stepped out and closed the door before he could respond.
He sat there, silent and slack-jawed. She had never once, in the entire time they had dated, turned down an offer to spend the night with him. Waking up and seeing his face first thing in the morning had always been her favorite way to start any day. He opened the door and jumped out.
“Hey, Sam, wait up!” He ran after her. When he caught up, he had to grab her arm to get her to stop. “What’s goin’ on?”
She turned to face him, a plastic smile on her face. “Absolutely nothing, dear. I’m just extremely busy tonight. Fund-raising and all.” She tilted her head to the side and let her eyes go empty. “I’ll see you tomorrow, hon.” She kissed his cheek before turning and walking away.
He sighed, slumped his shoulders. “I don’t get her sometimes,” he whispered to no one as he followed her back inside the school. He wanted to grab her again, find out what was wrong, but once inside, she went straight for the bathroom.
- - - -
Samantha pulled out her cell phone once the door was closed behind her. As it rang, she pulled out a cigarette and slipped into one of the stalls.
“Hey,” Elijah answered.
“Yea. I cancelled tonight, so he’ll be lookin’ for somethin’ to do.” She inhaled sharply. “So, you gon’ tell me what you’re planning?”
“Not even a hint?”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. But whatever it is, make sure he feels it, ‘kay?”
“Of course.. And Sam, the new kid, Raul... me, Har and Jay are gonna take ‘im out. Feel like coming?”
“Who? That cute lil’ Boricua?” She smiled wickedly as she recalled what Raul looked like; short, dark hair, tight compact body, round butt... “Yea, I think I could go for that.”
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