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...
“Eli!” Harley called out as she stepped up onto the pool deck, her hand still grasping Jason’s. “What the fuck was that about?” She let go of her boyfriend’s hand and sat down on the edge of the pool, where Elijah and Raul were still bobbing along the surface. “Dad looked pissed! I could hear him across the property.”
“No fuckin’ clue. He came back here flippin’ shit about God knows what and threatened to kick Al’s ass.” He swam to the small white ladder and climbed out. “I dunno ‘bout you but that just killed my mood. I’m headin’ out.” He grabbed a towel and wrapped it round his waist before turning to Raul. “You coming?” Without answering, Raul pulled himself out of the pool.
“Where you two gon’ go? Dad’ll have another shit-fit if you bring him home.”
“Like I care?” He grabbed Raul’s wrist and pulled him towards the deck stairs. “After tonight’s show I don’t give a rat’s ass about him or whatever the hell his issue is. I’m taking Raul home and fucking him retarded. Daddy don’t like, he can suck it.”
“Yo, bro, you really wanna do that?” Jason asked, moving toward him. “Why not crash at my place tonight… or for a few nights? Let your old man cool down.”
“He won’t cool down,” Harley said, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend. “I’ve never seen him so pissed and considering how stubborn the fuck can be on a good day…”
“Maybe I should jus’ stay away,” Raul said, backing from Elijah. “He don’t look like someone anyone you’d wanna fuck with.”
Elijah grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close. “Don’t even… I’m not gonna let ‘im chase you off when I haven’t even decided if I wanna keep you around.”
“That sounds reassuring,” Raul deadpanned.
“C’m ‘ere,” Elijah said, pulling him into a tight embrace and kissing him hard and deep. He felt Raul’s body waken pressed against his body as his hands traveled down his wet skin, down to his bare ass.
“Okay, enough Eli,” Harley groaned, rolling her eyes. “Don’t need to see you finger-fuckin’ you new toy.”
Elijah pulled away though not before sliding his hand along Raul’s hip and squeezing the needful hardness. “My sis’ is right; it don’t matter when I go home, he’ll be waitin’ all ready to kick my ass.”
“Then come home with me,” Raul suggested. “It’s small but I could find the space on the left side of the bed for your skinny ass.”
- - - -
Paul was fuming, stomping back and forth across the Kipsons’ front yard. Allen and James were still with him; Allen stared at him with mix of pity and anger, though he kept whatever he though to himself. James sat on the trunk of the car, a cigarette dangling from his grim-set lips, humming to himself.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Paul spat at Allen, who simply continued staring. “That little shit is going to cost us all! Don’t you care?”
“Of course I do but what good is threatening those kids?” He asked, pointing behind him where he assumed the kids were. “We all know the only way to keep this secret a secret is out of the question.”
“Says you,” Paul mumbled.
“Says us both,” James said, sliding off the car. “You’ve done a lotta fucked up shit in your time but I won’t let you hurt that boy.”
“You really think you can stop me?” Paul took a step forward. “You’ve never been able to stand up to me before; you really wanna try it now?”
“Don’t.” James balled his fists. “We’re not kids anymore.”
“Listen to us, Paul,” Allen said, coming up behind him. “All you’re doing is making shit worse for you.”
“I’m lookin’ to fix all that.”
“Don’t.” James repeated, now in Paul’s face.
“Both of you please stop!” Allen yelled, moving between them. “I am so tire of all this fighting!”
“Out of my way,” Paul grumbled, shoving Allen aside. “James wants to do this, we do this.”
“Damn it!” Allen shouted, again forcing himself between them. “Fighting won’t help anyb-” He turned to the driveway as a car backed out, skidded to a stop then flew down the street. “They’re gone.”
“What?” Paul asked, watching the car speed off down the street. “Shit, was my kid in there?”
“Both of ‘em.” Allen shot a look at Paul. “Good going, asshole.”
“Get in the car,” Paul hissed, pushing both James and Allen to the street. “We’re ending this tonight.”
- - - -
“When the hell did we make that tape?” Henry whined as he finished off another beer. “And how did we not remember?”
“I don’t… I don’t know, man,” Carter slurred as he fell onto the couch beside him. “And when the fuck did you decide you liked dick?”
“I don’t!” Henry yelled, throwing the empty bottle against the wall. “It can’t be real! No offense, bro, but there’s no way I’d fuck you.”
“Shit, man, accordin’ to that flick, I was fuckin’ you!”
“Uh uh… I don’ even let Sammy shove a finger there.”
“So then what happened?”
“Hell if I know. Last thing I remember that night is downin’ beers with Dani and…”
Henry jumped up so fast, he almost fell over. “I bet that cunt had somethin’ to do with it.”
Henry spun and looked at Carter, whose eyes were half-mast. “I dunno know, dude. But she’s the only other one there.” He dropped back onto the couch. “But why?”
“I still don’t get how!”
- - - -
Julie was back in her office, still shaken and scared as she looked over the pictures Kristen had left with her. What did I do? How could I get so carried away? Shit, shit, shit… God, if anyone finds her… That bastard Art knew I was there with her and he’d just love to have something else to hold over my fucking head. She gathered the pictures up and threw them in the trash before pouring herself another drink. I just need to keep quiet; even if that shit, Art, says anything, who’ll believe him? I’m a respected psychologist and college professor; he’s a drug-dealing pimp with a record a mile long.
Her office phone rang. She stared blankly at it for a moment before realizing she should answer it. “Hello?” She asked curtly.
“Hi, James. You still out with the guys?”
“Yea, yea. Thing’s are runnin’ a little late.”
“That’s okay. I’m still at the university.”
“Unbelievably so. How’d you know I was here?”
“I called your cell and the house but you didn’t answer. So I took a chance.”
My cell? What the… “Sorry, hon. Just been so damn swamped.”
“Don’t worry bout it. I was just callin’ to let you know not to wait up.”
“Thank you, hon.”
“All right, I should go.”
“Okay, dear. Good night.” She dropped the handset on her desk and dropped back into her chair. I never heard my phone ring. I should’ve heard it. Where did I…? She patted herself down than grabbed and dumped out her purse. She threw the contents frantically around the room as her heart began thundering in her chest. “Fuck.”
- - - -
Samantha had watched as Jason, still in only his tight boxer-shorts, climbed into the passenger side of Harley’s car. She felt a tingling between her thighs and fought hard to not slide her fingers into her panties with images of Jason’s hard manhood forcing its way inside her. “I am definitely staying around,” she whispered seductively. “Just need to get rid of that waif of a girlfriend…”
"What are you talking about?” Dani asked, still standing in the doorway.
Samantha spun and looked at her best friend, a wide smile on her face. “Just my rebound.”
“You’ll see soon enough.”
“Oh, sister dear, what are you planning?” Drake pushed past Dani. “Are you plotting against a good friend?” He eyed Dani as he said, “Real friends do not do things like that.”
“Shut up Drake. I don’t play games like you.” Samantha spat.
“No, no. You play games all your own.”
“All right you two. What’s goin’ on?” Dani asked.
“Samantha has decided she would like to seduce her friend’s boyfriend; isn’t that right, sister?”
"You have a problem with that?”
“Of course not. I fact, I encourage it. And I am sure Dani would not complain.”
Samantha looked pleadingly at Dani, who averted her gaze. “Well?”
“Do you know the story of the pot and the kettle?” He asked his sister.
“What do you mean?” Samantha asked. “Did I miss something?”
“A few things, yes,” he said, shooting a sideways glance at Dani. “Nothing important, at least not now.” He reached for Samantha. “Shall we discuss how you will be stealing another’s boy?”
Samantha smiled wickedly. “Yes, we shall.”
- TO BE CONTINUED -