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...
Harley walked hand in hand with Jason through the wrought iron entrance to Crescent Point though her attention was on Raul who walked a few steps ahead of them with her brother. A smile graced her face as she watched Raul sway with each step, his ass straining against the second-skin he called jeans. She could feel that twisted feeling low in her stomach; the feeling tightened her grip on Jason's hand. In a moment, she was swept against him, crushed against his chest while his free hand slid down her back underneath the skirt. His finger's played along the back of her thong, brushing roughly against the skin. She slid a leg up his hip and pressed the wetness against his straining cargo pants.
“Yo, you two comin' with or jus' comin'?” Elijah yelled from halfway up the driveway.
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“Maybe they wanna entertain the neighbors?” Raul asked, smiling sheepishly at the sight.
“Please, as far as these people are concerned, they're nothing more than decoration. Harley an' Jay have fucked their way from one side of the community to the other. No one even notices anymore.”
“Hell of a place you guys live.” Raul turned to Elijah and smiled. “Never been anywhere where nothing shocks anyone.”
“Heh... you should see how we celebrate Fat Tuesday. Now come on... I wanna stop at home before you go wonderin' off to harass my neighbors.” Elijah grabbed Raul's hand and dragged him further up the hill. As they walked along the driveway, Raul was awestruck by the elaborate mansions that lined the way; each one was bigger and fancier and obviously more expensive than the last.
“Shit... My house was, like, half the size of these peoples' pool houses.”
Elijah put an arm around Raul and squeezed. “Wait till you see the real rich houses.”
Raul blushed slightly. “Damn...”
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Samantha lounged in the back seat of the Town Car, her mind wondering to far off erotic thoughts. While she was angry with Henry for cheating on her, deep down she still wanted only he beside her while she slept. Henry was the boy of her fantasies; he had been everything she could ever have wanted in a lover. Least until he fucked that pompom wavin' slut-bag. Even her cruelest thoughts about Henry could not keep the flashes of his hot, naked flesh from dragging her into unconsciousness.
Henry's naked body glistens in the sun as he pulls himself up out of the pool. Samantha's eyes travel down his swimmer's build body, starting his strong jawline, down his smooth chest, that tuft of dark hair between his strong legs. She glides closer to him and her clothing falls away as she reaches out for him and wraps her arms around his waist. He presses his hardness against her and slides in down and between her thighs. She gasps at the feel of him teasing her intimates. She kisses him as she guides his cock inside her hot, wanting body. She trembles against him; she wants him to throw her down and take her...
“Henry...” A girl's whisper carries on the wind.
Samantha pulls back, pushes Henry away from her.
“What?” Henry asks, looking confused.
“How dare you?” Samantha screams, slaps him.
“Forget her, baby,” The girl's voice comes again. “You know I'm better than she'll ever be.”
“Fuck you,” Samantha spits angrily. “Fuck you both!”
Samantha woke with a start; she jerked up quick enough to hurt herself. She rubbed the back of her neck as she looked out the window; she was home. As she stepped out, she saw a figure sitting on the front porch and could not help but smile wildly as the person came into focus.
“Drake!” She screamed as she ran across the lawn and practically jumped on top of him. “Holy shit; you're home!” She hugged him tightly.
“Yes, I am.” His voice was calm, collected. “I see I was missed by at least you.”
She pulled away and looked into his eyes. She was still smiling. “Oh, don't be like that. Lotsa people missed having Drake around.”
He smiled small and shook his head. “Perhaps; I am told you decided to celebrate my homecoming?”
“Oh, um, yea. It was suppose to be a surprise... 'mind me to yell at Geltman later. Anyways, it'd Saturday and a shitload of people are coming. So you better be there!”
“Why would I not show?”
Samantha rolled her eyes. “Please; you hate stupid teenage parties.”
“How would you know? Our Daddy dearest threw me out when I was thirteen-”
“A whole four years after your first – and only – party.”
“I had other, more entertaining things to do.”
“Boostin' limos is more entertaining?”
“When the senator is fucking his under-aged page in the backseat? Definitely.”
“That was a hell of a night.”
“Last one, if memory serves.”
“Serves you loyally. It's def been... quieter with your trouble-making ass gone.”
“Well, I am back now.”
“You are. And this weekend, we will party. And not steal expensive cars with dirty ol' bastards in the back seats. You will be here.”
“... would not miss it for the world.”
- - - -
Julie sat alone in the middle of her office, surrounded by the glossy pictures Kristen has somehow came into possession of. With her knees pulled to her chest, Julie rocked back and forth nervously as her eyes traveled from photograph to photograph. What the hell am I going to do? Damn, damn, damn... If James finds out about this... Damn you, Kris! After all I’ve done for you, you'd really do this to me... you're own flesh and blood! With a scream, she gathered up the pictures in front of her and crushed them together roughly before tearing them to bits and throwing up the pieces life confetti.
As the pieces fell to the floor around her, she admitted to herself she had only one choice. She closed her eyes and dropped her head before she pushed herself to her feet and reached for the phone on her desk.
“Fine, Kris. I'll do it.”
- - - -
Elijah led Raul up the long driveway to the double oak doors that led into his family's luxurious mansion that sat three quarters up the giant hill in the middle of the Crescent Point community. Raul was still awestruck by the homes he had seen; when he saw Elijah's enormous home, he had almost fallen over. Three stories high and made of the finest sandstone, it towered over both boys.
“Seriously, dude; you live here?”
“Yup. Nice, huh?”
“Nice is not the word I'd use, but...” Raul's jaw hung open in amazement as Elijah unlocked the door.
“Bro, c'mon,” Elijah said, closing Raul's mouth then grabbing his arm and pulling him inside. “I want food.”
Raul's eyes widened as they stepped into the foyer; a chandelier hung above their heads, shining down onto the glossy wood floor. He felt a strange tugging in his lower parts as he was led through an opening to their right and into the industrial-sized kitchen.
Elijah was searching through the cabinets while Raul took a seat in front the large bay window. “How do you find anything in here? There's so much...”
“That's my parents for you; they love to show off.”
“Yea, I can see that.”
“Personally, I think we could do with a bit less, but for whatever reason Dad wants this. Whatever. You wan' somethin' to eat?”
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Allen pulled into the three car garage and shut off the car. Quietly, he pulled out a cigar and bit off the tip. As he lit it, he sank back into his seat and closed his eyes.Why are you here, Raul? Why now? Do you realize the shit-storm you can cause? The sound of boys' laughter brought him back to his senses. He looked into the rear-view mirror and saw Elijah walking with Raul towards the edge of their three point five acre property. Shit.
He jumped out of the car, calling for his son's attention as he jogged towards them. Elijah stopped dead in his tracks and spun around.
“Eli, I need your help with something.”
“Um, okay...” He turned to Raul and rolled his eyes. “Later?”
“Yea. I got shit to do anyways, so...”
“Alright. I'll give ya a call once I do whatever it is Dad wants.”
- - - -
Carter was sitting alone in the farthest from the door booth in the Crescent Point Diner, a tiny hole in the wall joint just outside the entrance to the gated community. He stared down at the plate of steaming hot pancakes and hash-browns but felt no desire to eat any of it; he was too upset.
He was supposed to have gone with Elijah, Harley and Jason on their group tour for Raul but somehow he had been forgotten by all of them. So instead of running after them and tracking them down he decided to order more food than he could eat.
“This is so fucked up,” he mumbled into his chocolate milkshake.
Carter craned his neck back and smiled weakly at Henry, who stood behind him with his arms crossed. “Care for company?”
“Sure.” He motioned to the other side of the booth. “Not good company, though.” He poked at his food with the dull silverware.
“What happened?” He asked, tipping his head to the side.
“Eli seems to have forgotten I exist.” He sounded defeated as he said it. With a deep sigh, he began cutting up his food.
“Ouch, man. What happened?”
“That new kid, Raul? Eli, Harley and Jason are showin' 'im around. I was gonna go but...”
“You think he did it on purpose?”
“I dunno. Either way, it’s fucked up. And now... well, here I am. What 'bout you? Ain't Sam suppose to be hanging off a certain body part?”
“She's, um... Elsewhere.”
“You two fight again?”
“No. At least, I didn't. She seems to hate me though and I dunno why.”
“She gets like that, man.”
“I know. Jus' wish she'd be like this less often.”
“Dude, I think it’s safe to say tonight we're both fucked and neither of us are likin' it.”
"Some mindless video game violence might help. Wanna chill wit' me an' Dani tonight?"
"Why not. When in doubt, or depression, spill mass amounts of animated blood."
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