"Rach, you know that I'll always do whatever I want to do." bel purred.

"You mean, what I want to do."

"No."

"Oh."

There was a pause, and he continued, "Okay, well I'm almost there, and I have a surprise."

Bel cooed. "I hear Tom Shane has great surprises."

Rach sighed, then took a deep breath to keep the strength in his voice. "Something like that, princess. It comes in a little box."

He alighted the steps, his tiny frame floating up the stairs without a creak, and rapped his bony knuckles against the door.

She opened the door slightly, peeking out with a coy smile.

"My soulmate. Come in."

Rach pecked her on the cheek and slipped in out of the cold. He plopped on the couch, gazing at the tarot cards stacked on the table in the middle of drawing pads and charcoal pencils.

"Drink?"

"Of course, babe."

Bel loaded two glasses with some cheap red wine and whisked them over to rach. Softly, an iPod pumped Middle Eastern music, jangling and piping tunes of erotic rhythm.

"So, you had a surprise?" she giggled, gulping a swig of the wine and straddling rach teasingly.

"Yes, I did. If you're open...."

"Rach, I'm always open. For you. You're the hesitant one, bound by this capitalist toil. But I want" and here she stroked rach's chest, a gold six-pointed star on a chain protruding from his half-buttoned extra-small shirt "you."

A knock at the door startled bel from her trance, and rach grinned slightly. "Why don't you answer that?"

Confused, but somewhat excited, bel reluctantly stood and made her way to the door.

She gripped the handle and pulled it open.

"What are you doing here, cunt??"

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"This is your fucking idea of a surprise, rach? This whore?"

"I'm a virgin too, you know," the box retorted, plopping next to rach on the couch. She looked over at him. "I take it you haven't told her."

"Surprise," rach winced. "Thought she could join us tonight."

"What the fuck, rach," bel spat. She took a big swig of wine and continued, "What the fuck."

"Look," rach said, his high-pitched voice getting softer, "we've talked a lot about us, and about how we wanted to try some things together."

"I don't know how this fucking whale fits into that picture," bel remarked.

"What if," rach began, as bel downed the rest of the glass, "she could make things even better for us. Just tonight. You know."

"What, rach," bel slurred, a second glass of wine already filled and half gone, "we're just gonna fuck like sea otters while she tapes us? That's how you want this to go?"

"Princess," rach whispered, "what if tonight, our first time, was also the time where you were furious with someone else and wanted so badly to prove yourself. What if you had the kind of motivation to make you so nasty that it would be an unforgettable night."

The words sounded as cheesy to you as they did to rach, but bel was already half intoxicated and couldn't help but whimper at the tiny man in front of her. "Her hair's pretty hot," she murmurred.

The box, who'd quietly sunk into the couch watching, perked up slightly for the first time with a small smile. "I like the fabric in the corner there. Is that silk?"

Bel nodded and tilted her head slightly. "Like this," she said, tugged at her jeans to reveal purple boy shorts. She strutted forward and plopped into rach's lap, legs extended over the box.

"I can't fucking believe..." she began until rach craned to kiss her deeply, shoving the wine glass to the floor, a crash and a splatter that no one heard as he frantically reached for her shirt. Bel moaned and grinded into rach before breaking slightly to look at the box.

"You going to just sit there and watch, or you going to get to business?"

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Bel stood long enough for rach to unbutton his shirt and kick off his shoes. Then, eying the box, he pushed bel to the side, his chest heaving. "My s-q-l," he muttered as bel began sucking hungrily as his ear.

With a shy grin, the box closed her eyes and put the bottle in her mouth, sucking on it, while her right hand wandered over her chest and stomach. She then swapped, putting her fingers in her mouth as the bottle traced down her chest, ending between her legs, rubbing gently over her panties.

Rach emitted a gutteral "whok" as the bottle pushed upward against the box's panties, roughly, and bel took the moment as a sign to reach for rach's belt.

"I hear she likes this," she giggled, whipping it from the loops and handing it over to rach.

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Shut the fuck up, bitch.

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