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Authors: Josie Daleiden

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“I'm so sorry Aamina, where are our manners?”
She said slowly. Cal's leg was still wedged in her crotch, her wet
panties sandwiched between his slacks and her waiting womanhood.
She felt guilty using Cal like this, but it was half his fault
too!

“Perhaps we should get on with our
transaction before you return to your labors.” Aamina finally said.
Her tone of voice was still oddly chipper, but she seemed to be
slightly more on edge than before. Karen couldn't deny the wild
glimmer in Aamina's eyes as she and Cal followed her back inside
the study.

Karen produced a compact tablet PC from her
handbag and scrolled to a slide show of her various offerings.
Aamina brought her focus to Karen's merchandise as Cal went to
refill his drink. He returned to them discussing Javelin missile
specs. Even in Cal's novice stance as a weapons expert, he still
got the sensation that Aamina didn't know what she was buying.

“I'll take the lot of them.” She said with
conviction. Aamina smiled to Cal as he returned to their group. Had
she just bought a shipment of missiles sight unseen? Did she do it
just to show off to him?

Karen tried to get her to arrange an
inspection before she finalized a purchase. “Aamina, these aren't
ready for deployment yet. They need to have their guidance systems
retrofitted for desert use-” Aamina was hearing none of it as she
cut her off.

“I'll have my team look them over.” She
quipped. She paused, clapping her hands with a little smile, “Lets
transact so we can get back to the party.” As Karen busied herself
with prepping her phone for the funds transfer, Cal watched Aamina
produce a little prescription bottle. His eyes widened as she
fished out a few pills and downed them with a swing from her wine
glass. As she put the pill bottle away, Cal read the notation on
the side; Xanax 250 mg. Uh oh...

Cal did the math in his head. She probably
didn't eat very much, he watched her down three or four full
glasses of wine, and now she just threw back enough antidepressants
to down a small bear. He remembered his own experiences with the
drug, and how you never mixed them with booze.

Karen was busy lining up the biggest transfer
she had ever done. She smiled to herself as Aamina jumped at half
of a warehouse full of Javelin missiles that still needed
recalibration. She knew that she would buy them. They were good
units, but such a large quantity was hard to sell in once place.
Karen was hoping to unload a few, but she could hardly suppress her
glee when Aamina made an offer on the whole lot. She could feel Cal
tapping her shoulder insistently as she tried to concentrate on her
log in code.

“What is it?” She hissed at him over her
shoulder.

“How long is your transaction gonna take?” He
asked. She could sense a new tension in his voice as he looked back
toward Aamina while she mingled with her guests.

She turned to look at him. “About ten minutes
once Aamina logs on from her end. Why, what's up?”

“Your friend just took a whole bunch of
antidepressants, and she's been drinking all day.” He said.

Karen looked over at Aamina once again. She
did seem a little more “off” than usual, as she giggled with some
of her friends in the corner. “Is that a bad thing?” She
whispered.

“Very bad, I figure we have about ten minutes
until that mix hits her bloodstream.” He whispered back, adding,
“Then, shit's gonna get real weird.”

“I'll try and push her through the transfer
so we can bail.” Karen said, hoping that they could finish in time.
She called over to Aamina, “Hey Aamina! We need to get this
finished soon.”

Aamina strolled over to them slowly. Cal
walked off to find some water to try and dilute Aamina's oncoming
drug spell. As he stepped past her, he knew it was too late. She
looked up in his eyes, and he could see the golden color of her
irises already being eclipsed by her dilated pupils. She reached
out and dragged her hand across his chest as he passed her, giving
him a weird, lustful look the entire time. As he looked back to
Karen, he could see her eyes narrow into fiery little slits as
Aamina trailed her hand off his body and smiled to herself
indulgently.

Cal continued his quest for water, letting
the task fill his mind as he wandered about the top floor of the
large house. Downstairs, he finally located a cooler full of
bottled waters. As he grabbed one, he hurried back upstairs. He was
trying to figure out a way to funnel it into Aamina, as she and
Karen both came back inside from the balcony. He touched her on her
bare shoulder and handed her the cold little bottle. She placed her
free hand over his, and then took the proffered bottle slowly from
his other. While keeping her eyes on Cal, she trailed the cold
bottle over her chest. The condensation dripped down into her
cleavage, as goose bumps formed on her dark skin. Cal tried to
weasel his way out of her grasp, but it was no use.

“Did you finish your transaction?” He asked
her evenly. He needed to do something to break the weird tension
that she was causing.

Aamina's hand fell to her side. She pondered
the question as the full grip of her meds kicked in. “Oh yeah, all
finished,” She said in a slow, musical voice.

Cal looked at her pupils one more time. That
was just enough to set her off. His attempt to gauge her
intoxication ended up being misinterpreted as an advance as she
leaned in to kiss him. Her lips brushed his with relative
precision, given how smashed she was. Her arms folded around him as
she caught her balance and tried to kiss him some more.

“Oh my God, You bitch!” Karen gasped, as she
pulled Aamina off of him. Cal gave Karen the most appalled look he
could muster. Her quick look to him said more than words as she
grabbed Aamina's shoulder and tried to talk some sense into
her.

“You need some rest. You've had way too much
to drink, and it looks like you mixed it with something else too.”
Aamina shook her arm out of Karen's grip and walked slowly
backwards. When she spoke, she seemed much more lucid than she had
before.

“You know, I always like having the nicest
things.” She paused, digging deep for the revelation she wanted to
lay on Karen, “You were so lucky growing up. Your dad was always
with you. You two would go on buys together, you would test
merchandise together. Everything you did was what I wanted to do!
My daddy was never like that! I was always the princess!” The few
remaining people in the room were now focused on Aamina as she
ranted about everything. “My daddy put me here on this island to
keep an eye on me, and then he died. So, I took over his business.
I don't think he would approve, but then, I don't care either.” She
stood in silence as a disturbing smile crossed her face. Like some
kind of magic trick she pulled out a large, semi auto handgun from
behind her and leveled it at them. Cal moved slowly in between her
and Karen, which only caused her to point it at him with a
wavering, swaying grip. She walked purposely to Cal, and pointed
the large caliber automatic right in his chest. The cold muzzle of
the gleaming gun was pressed firmly against his left pectoral
muscle. There was no escaping that bullet!

“Sit!” She commanded him.

Cal moved to take a seat on the sofa. He
turned to look at Karen, whose hands were held up like some kind of
TV show hostage. Her eyes were wide with fear as she watched Aamina
wave the gun around like a conductor's wand.

“Karen, why don't you come and sit by your
man?” She insisted. Karen, with hands still held up,

shrugged as Cal looked at her
questioningly.

“Oh, put your hands down. I'm not going to
shoot you!” Aamina said with annoyance.

Karen glared at her. “That's funny; when

you pointed a gun at us I got mixed signals.”
She said sarcastically.

Cal could feel the blood draining from his
face. How could she be snappy at a time like this?

“No, we're going to play a party game.”
Aamina said, taking her seat across from the both of them. “Here
are the rules; you two are going to fuck each other while I watch.
If I can't taste your little treat, then I at least get to watch
you take a bite.”

Cal looked over at Karen. He didn't know what
to make of this odd turn of events. His raging hard on was
undeterred by all of this weirdness, but he wasn't really sure he
could perform under the circumstances. Before he knew what was
happening, Karen slowly reached over and started rubbing his leg.
Her hand traced closer and closer to the inside if his thigh, her
fingertips just touching his aching manhood. He could hear Aamina
purring her approval.

“Oh, that's a good girl...” She said softly.
Aamina made a quick hand gesture to clear everyone else in the
room. Like disappointed kids, they slumped off in a chorus of
groans and mumbles, unhappy about missing this new little show that
was about to take place. As Karen slid closer to Cal, Aamina took
her spot on the couch, the dark brown leather squeaking as they
moved about on it.

Aamina picked up the gun and waved it
nonchalantly at Cal. “Alright pretty boy, lose the shirt.” Cal
watched Karen for any kind of cue as he loosened his blue tie and
slowly undid his shirt. Once he was at the last button, Karen
reached up and tugged it off his shoulders. Aamina couldn't resist
commenting on his new tattoo.

“It looks like someone had some ink done
recently.” She teased.

Cal looked over to her and said, “I forgot
about that. It's from a biker gang initiation.” he rubbed the
forgotten tattoo on his back as he looked in Aamina's eyes.

“Oh, yay! Your guy's a real bad boy Karen!”
She joked happily.

Karen couldn't help getting aroused as Cal
stood over her. She could hear his heart hammering in his chest. In
spite of this drugged up little rich girl forcing them to screw
each other at gunpoint, she was still focused on him as she reached
out to run her hand down his tanned skin. He shuddered and jumped
at her touch. This only made her more excited as she hooked a
finger into his belt, dragging him toward her until he was standing
inside her legs. His look of barely contained panic was only
driving her higher and higher. She knew they were in no real
danger. Aamina was just being her eccentric, bitchy self. She dare
not tell Cal that though. Her curiosity had peaked, and she now
wanted to see this odd hookup thought to the finale.

As she pulled him down to her, she knew that
one long kiss would ease his apprehension. She turned her head
slightly and reached up to place her hand on his warm neck. He
lowered his body and slowly began kissing her. His tentative pecks
only annoyed her, as she grabbed him firmly and jammed her tongue
in his mouth. His resistance melted away. She knew that he felt
like she did every time the kissed. The world just stopped moving
and went quiet. The sound of their kissing in the silence was only
interrupted by Aamina's occasional soft moan, or the quiet jingling
from her beaded sarong as she switched positions on the couch.

Cal was lost in her kiss. He only barely
noticed that he was running his hand up Karen's thigh. Her muffled
moans were his elixir to the anxiety he was feeling. He barely had
control of his own thoughts as he slowly pulled her panties down.
She squirmed and writhed on the couch, allowing him to tug them off
of her legs. He next moved down to her strappy sandals. They came
off with an audible clack on the wood floor, as he moved to undo
his khaki pants. He was locked on her lips the entire time, the
remainder of her lipstick rubbing off on him as she periodically
opened her eye to gauge his thoughts and actions.

Karen was lost in a hazy, dark lust while she
tugged Cal's pants down. As he stood over her, she slid her hands
down into his boxer briefs and slowly pulled them down his legs.
His enormous, throbbing cock sprang free and pointed right in her
face. Blinking lazily, she gently grabbed it at the base and ran
her mouth over the tip like it was a melting ice cream cone. Cal
bucked and moaned as she ran her teeth along his shaft. She
relished his salty taste. The sensation of his manhood pulsating in
her mouth made her moan loudly. She could fell Aamina's presence
inching closer, as she continued running her lips along Cal's
impressive rod. Now she just felt like showing off. This was the
one thing she knew Aamina could never buy with all her money. Her
eyes closed with confidence anew as Cal continued to respond so
nicely to her advances.

He watched as Karen continued to drive him
crazy with her tongue. This wasn't like other times. She was just
doing the right things to get a noisy response out of him to show
off to her psychotic friend. His anxiety was only magnified by the
fact that Aamina had started running her hands along her dark legs
and over her midriff. He just didn't care anymore. His brain had
checked out of this occasion long ago. All he knew was that he
wanted Karen, only Karen, and he became focused on making her come
in front of her weird friend. With his hands on her shoulders, he
pulled his member out of her mouth. She looked up at him with an
odd lustful look, and then slowly glanced over to Aamina. Cal
reached behind the two girls to grab Aamina's full glass of wine.
With one toss, he drank the entire thing and tossed the fragile
glass over his head. The accompanying tinkle of breaking glass
elicited wide-eyed responses from the both women.
You two wanna
play? Let’s play...

Karen had become a lost bundle of raw need.
She looked over at Aamina and ran her hand slowly along her thigh.
She relished in the wide-eyed response the little rich girl gave
her. As she licked and bit her lips, she grabbed Cal by the hips
and pulled him down between her legs. His slight smile gave Karen
the green light to go crazy. She now knew that he was into this.
With slow conviction, she cupped her hand behind his head and drew
it under her dress. Her moist, womanhood was aching for him. Her
level of arousal was such that just feeling his cheek brush her
thigh was enough to make her gasp in ecstasy. She could feel
everything he did. His hot breath on her waiting flesh was making
her emit a continuous shudder that seemed to be driving Aamina
wild.

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