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I'm saving on much needed space.... Conclusion of the last part.



The next night I decided to get myself all dressed up and I was going to go out on my own and have some fun. I had a hot female body and the opportunity to seriously fuck around with people’s heads. Honestly? How could I pass that up? I was going to go to a club, just for the sake of going to a club. I wasn’t going to do anything horrible, although Ryan didn’t have to know that now did she? I found a pair of black leather pants in her drawer. I didn’t know that she had them. Ryan didn’t really enjoy wearing leather, something about the animals and their pain or whatever? She wasn’t a strict vegetarian but she made sure that the animals didn’t get hurt before hand and were treated humanely before even thinking of eating meat. I guess I see her point, but really, is there anyway to die where it doesn’t hurt? She had a pleather coat and leather pants. Although the pants could have been pleather too, but I was pretty sure they were real, and then I found a nice black corset thing that took me about an hour to figure out how to make it work. I realized after I was all dressed up that I was incredibly uncomfortable. What the hell is wrong with these girls that they wear this garbage that feels like their air circulation is getting cut off? I spent all that time getting the damn thing on, so I might as well wear it out. I grabbed her coat, throwing it on quickly and then stumbled around in a pair of her highest stiletto heels. I was proud of myself, I actually looked really hot and I did it all by myself! I made lots of noise so that Ryan was sure to hear me and notice me from the living room.

“What are you wearing!” She gasped, jaw completely dropped and it was priceless expression. I almost pulled out my camera phone for the occasion.

“Clothes, duh.” I rolled my eyes and paused to gawk at myself in the mirror for effect.

“You look like a hooker.”

“Maybe that’s the point?” I smirked, “I’m going out to Waterworks. I figure I’ll look nice so that I’ll be sure to hook up. I mean, isn’t that how it works? The guys go for the easy girls right?”

“You are not going out to get me an STD you selfish prick!”

I looked over my shoulder at her innocently, “I’ll be careful! I’ve always wondered what sex was like for a woman. Maybe it’ll help me with perfecting my art.”

“No! You can’t do that with some stranger!”

“No?” I turned around and faced her, folding my arms over my chest, “I can stay in and we can do it then? I know you’re curious too, don’t deny it, and it won’t take very long to get you going. I can already tell you’re a little tighter to begin with.”

“Only because you’re a horny beast who doesn’t care about anyone but themselves,” she snarled at me, “and you’re wrong. I’m fine. I don’t feel a thing.”

“Right,” I laughed, throwing some hair over my shoulder. It always got in the way. I was tempted to just cut it all off. “Whatever you want to believe is fine. I’m still going out, and you can come with me or you can stay here, but don’t be surprised if I don’t come in until late tonight because I could be a while.”

“I mean it Cory, don’t do something stupid or I’ll-.”

“You’ll what?” She was finally feeling rage. I loved it. Ryan was fun when she was angry in a bratty kind of way and she didn’t get angry often because of her fear of emotions. I didn’t like fighting with her like we had been, but when she gets feisty and competitive, that was always a blast. “Hurt me? Go ahead and try and hurt me. I’ve always wanted a tattoo. I really don’t think there’s anything you can do to me that I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll have sex with a man.”

That did make me cringe internally. While certainly I’ve always been curious about that and the appeal of it, I didn’t really want to give it a try because I just wasn’t into guys like that and I wasn’t that curious. I had my limits too, but I couldn’t let her see that it bugged me. I had to keep the upper hand here. “Oh, well, that’ll make two of us. I’m pretty sure that mine will be more fun than yours though.”

She scowled, “Come on Cory, you don’t need to go out like that.”

“Like I said, I’ll be at Waterworks if you need me or want to join me or whatever.” I stumbled out of the apartment, took some time to practice in the heels and then walked out to catch a cab and headed for the warehouse district.





Ryan was a total lightweight when it came to drinking. I completely forgot this, and two martini’s later I was pretty tipsy, not horribly sloshed, but tipsy and I somehow managed to get a swarm of guys surrounding me at the bar while I worked on my third and a pepperoni pizza and a glass of water. I was taking the drink slow, very slow, and I could feel the angry stares of all the girls in the club because I was stealing their dates away and all of their potential hook-ups.

“Come on, let me buy your next drink,” one guy offered. He had a nice voice at least, but even my alcohol vision wasn’t helping much for actually being attracted to any of them. He
put an arm on my shoulder suggestively.

“Oh, but what about all these other guys,” I smirked around the circle at them all and they all got a little hopeful from that. “You know it’s really hard to pick. What’s a girl to do. I mean, do any of you really like me?” Of course not, I knew better than any of them what men would do to get laid, and of course they said them all. It made me laugh, pretty hard, and I’m pretty sure that they all thought I was way far gone at that point. “Tell you what, the guy who buys me my favorite drink is the winner and I’ll go home with them? Okay?” They wouldn’t guess it, not by a long shot. They guess all of the different kinds of martinis in existence and the daiquiris and margaritas.

That is until I heard a familiar voice from behind me say, “one shuddering orgasm for the lady.” I grinned and looked back at Ryan who was standing coolly outside of the circle and actually had on a fairly decent outfit for a guy who was out at a club. It was simple, but somehow it worked well.

“We have a winner!” I motioned for Ryan to come closer and put an arm around her. She loomed over me protectively and the other men seemed to back away very slowly. “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you tonight,” I commented as my drink came. I was a little more free with this one, no longer having that fear that some one was going to attack me. I felt safe with Ryan, if only she knew – if only I could tell her.

“I changed my mind,” She ordered herself a drink, something simple and not too fruity in case someone decided to give her weird looks. “I don’t trust you.”

That made me sad, but I tried not to look too disappointed or surprised by that. After everything we’d been through and after all of the experiences we’d had, it was hard to believe that she couldn’t trust me anymore and all because of Darren. One man has been able to completely screw over a life long relationship. It was pretty sick. “Fine, I mean, I guess you don’t have to trust me now do you? We only work together.”

“I know you’ll protect me and do your job, but I don’t trust you beyond that,” she clarified. “After this we should go back, you don’t look very good and I would prefer to not have to carry you out of here.”

I drank the rest of my drink, but I didn’t enjoy it as much as I wanted to. We left shortly after that and went straight to bed when we came back, separately of course, and when I woke up, I had the worst hangover in the existence of all mankind.





I had a headache from Hell, and my stomach hurt like a beast. I don’t think I’d ever felt so miserable before in my life. I was really hungry too, and all I wanted was something nice and warm to soothe the odd fat feeling I was having as well as relieve my hunger. I searched through the cupboards. Normally my food of choice was peanut butter, but that was missing, and I oddly wasn’t craving that as much but I suppose that was because I was in Ryan’s body still. I was ready to go back, I felt miserable and I didn’t feel like me anymore. Wait, my peanut butter was missing? I scowled because nobody was allowed to touch my peanut butter. Ever. It was mine and it was my special treat. I searched through Ryan’s cupboard where she kept all of her special junk food and pulled out a bag of cheetos and sat down on the couch. Ryan was in her usual spot, eating my peanut butter straight from a spoon. I made sure to shoot her evil glares. “That’s mine you know.”

“So eat my food, I wanted it.” She frowned a little while she thought about that, “And I thought my PMS cravings were bad.”

I rolled my eyes at her and started to eat the cheetos, “yeah well at least you understand now why you don’t touch my fucking peanut butter okay?”

“You’re certainly crabby today.”

“Yeah? So?”

She sighed, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be ignoring you.”

That made me sniffle and sad for some unknown reason. I just really felt like crying and it sucked. “I only want you to be happy Ryan.”

“I know.” She motioned for me to move closer to her. “I know you do, but I wish you could just trust me Cory. Maybe though, maybe Darren isn’t the right one because he should have stayed no matter what you said if he really loved me. He cheated. I don’t know, it’s too soon for me to go back and try and talk to him and talk some sense into him.” I nodded slowly and moved next to her, putting my head in her lap. I was really warm, it was odd, and at the same time very comforting, and it just made me cry more. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying like such a baby?”

“My tummy hurts,” I whined pitifully and closed my eyes. I was so incredibly tired and hung over, and my abs felt like they were going to die or explode, “And I’m fat.”

Ryan snorted, breaking into a fit of giggles, “Welcome to my world.”