Chloe let herself into the Moulton's house like she had done many times before, and she took her shoes off at the entry. Veronica hated shoes on her carpet. Halfway across the room, Chloe realized what she had done.
Fuck Veronica and her stupid shoe rule. She thought, remembering that she was supposed to do what she wanted now. Not to mention Veronica was having an affair with Chloe's husband.
Chloe patted Geoffrey's head as he came to greet her. He was a Doberman Poodle mix and a bit bi-polar, but at the moment, he seemed fairly normal. Then Chloe did more thinking about what it was she wanted to do and how everyone else, Jon and Veronica, did whatever he or she wanted with no concern for Chloe.
Chloe wandered around the house and ended up in the bedroom, where she stood clenching and unclenching her fists.
She gritted her teeth then took off her striped pink polo shirt that matched so many of Jonathan's polo shirts.
Not realizing what she wa
Chloe shoved off of Nicki and swung around, pulling at his tie to loosen it, and practically ripped his shirt off. He was backing her up as he devoured her mouth as though he'd been drowning and finally was able to surface. The backs of her knees hit the bed, and she was down with a small bounce. She had managed to get half his shirt off him. He was in a crouch over her and stood back up to undress completely. He even took off his socks, she noticed. Jon never took off his socks. It had always driven her crazy. He only took them off to shower. He hated to look at feet, even his own, and never took his socks off. When swimming, he wore those horrible pool shoes even at the beach. Chloe looked at Nicki's feet. They were nice. Not hideous or anything, not particularly beautiful feet, just feet, nice feet. She allowed her eyes to travel upward until she saw his cock spring lose as he slid his boxers down. It was straight as a board, pointing at her as though it knew exac
"Nicki?!" She said, sitting up staring at Geoffrey. His head was between her legs, and he was licking her pussy. Geoffrey, still sitting there, looked up, wagging his tail and smiling with his tongue hanging out happily. She had forgotten he was there. "Does he have to watch and participate?" "Huh?" "It's just, I don't know, a bit creepy." "Oh! Fuck, sorry about that. I'll put him out back." Nicki had been in the process of putting a condom on. He tossed the Pleasure Pack he was holding on the bed and went down the hall calling Geoffrey. When had he grabbed the condoms? She thought. When Nicki returned, he grabbed a new condom. He leaned across her and kissed her hard, then pulled back and ripped into the package looking down at her with passion scrawled across his face. She had stopped him before he started to roll it up. She'd forgotten about him. Maybe he needed her mouth on him. That's what Jon
Nicki had open condoms all over the place. He was on condom number sixteen and had just got it on correctly when Veronica got to the door. She stood at the door, gaping, probably looking very much like Chloe had the other day in the reverse situation, but no one had seen her and wouldn't be able to tell her if that were true or not. Veronica began screaming bloody murder. "You bitch! How could you! We're best friends! You fucking cunt!" She screamed and lunged forward trying to get at Chloe. Chloe began crab crawling up the bed and out of the way, completely naked and only slightly aware of that fact. She was more so alert to the crazy woman who somewhat resembled her best friend, Veronica, now coming at her. Jonathan came rushing into the room and looked around. Seeing Nicki and Chloe naked and used condoms everywhere, he immediately flung himself at Nicki. "You son of a bitch" He growled while in mid-air over the naked stunned Nikki, w
Chloe woke up with a start to smelling salts a female Emergency Medical Technician had waved over her nose. The EMT's had arrived at the house shortly after the police and stepped under the yellow tape that had already been put up. A short, bulky guy with peach fuzz hair and a hard jaw was squatting in front of Chloe and taking her vitals. "My name is Josh." He said. "Can you tell me your name?" "Um…Chloe Ellen Mackenzie er Harris." The smelling salts they used on her burned her nose. It had also stung and pinched a bit but was over almost as soon as it started. "How old are you Mrs. Harris?" Josh asked her in a rather concerned voice though he didn't look concerned. He looked matter of fact. Assessing her for what? Some sort of mental instability, probably, Chloe thought. "29." She told him. After they had finished taking her vitals, which were somewhat normal for such an ordeal, they gave t
"I woke up late, around elevenish, left the house to get a birthday gift. First, I stopped at Starbucks for a white chocolate mocha. Then the local florist to get daisies for my dad, then to see my dad, then to the grocery store, I needed milk. Then I got pulled over by fucking Pike for littering." "Littering?" He interjected, his eyebrow going up again. This time, she could have sworn she saw him smirk. For some odd reason, the sight warmed her slightly. "Er. Well, I sort of tossed an ice cream container out my passenger window in a mild fit of hysteria. I was eating too much and having a bad day." "Hysteria, hmm? A bad day shopping?" Again he wore that quiet smirk. "Well, yes, sort of. Mostly visiting my dad was a little distracting, I suppose." "Ah. So Officer Pike," he said with a hint of mockery, "pulled you over then what? Did he cuff and book you?"
"Please continue, Mrs. Harris." He encouraged her. "Well, he sort of fingered me a bit, and the dog licked me, then he was trying to get the er, um, the condom on, but he could figure them out, I guess." "The dog?" "Oh! No, Nicki put Geoffrey outside. No, Nicki was putting on the condoms. I um, we didn't use those things, Jon and I. Jon did at first, but then I went on the pill, and that was ages ago." "Right. What time was that?" He interjected, his eyebrow going up slightly again. This time she could have sworn she saw him smirk. For some odd reason, the sight warmed her slightly, though she had no idea why he was smirking. "You left the restaurant to go to his house?" "Er. Well, I…around seven, I think, I dropped him at work to get his car then went to his house...Yeah, it was five minutes to seven when we left because Veronica was going to spin class,
"Oh." Chloe hadn't realized how close she had gotten to Mr. Policeman. She had been staring into those eyes and getting a little lost while he talked and was nearly an inch away. She quickly took a step back and looked down at her shoes to keep from being hypnotized further. He didn't seem to take notice. "You'll hear from your lawyer in a day or two, I'm sure, about wills and life insurance and all that. Technically Jonathan is a homicide, while Nicki is a murder and Veronica suicide, according to your story. But we are still looking into things. So Nicki's next of kin will be notified and all that jazz. As far as the police are concerned, well, I've got a lot of paperwork, and the labs will be busy. You are still a suspect, so you don't need to contribute to this case other than staying out of trouble and staying in town." She could swear he was suggesting she were guilty, and it felt like he was also flirting with her. Something about his eyes seeme
Chloe woke up the next morning on the couch with a crick in her neck and a bit of a headache. She was exhausted and didn't know what to do. First, she needed to call Aunt Lane. She was the only family Chloe had left, and she needed to tell her what happened or at least summarize. She didn't want to repeat the whole story again. She hadn't wanted to tell the story last night to Mr. Policeman, but he was just sitting there nibbling away at her soul with his eyes and his smirk, and god, he was something. She wouldn't mind office sex with him. He had left her at home, asked if she was going to be okay, handed her a card, and said to call if she needed anything, and that was that, she thought. She wasn't too sure. She felt as though something was missing. She couldn't quite remember him leaving, really. The card, where did she put it, she found it on a side table near where she had kicked off her shoes. She didn't think she would sleep after what happened, but she