September 7, 1956 12 PM
*Elvis POV*
I was right, this was hell.
I step into Joe's suite and sink down onto his couch, "I'm losin' my fuckin' mind, Joe."
After closing the door, he walks over and sits in the chair across from me, "What's going on?"
"The last five days have been filled with nothin' except Hell for me. Loretta and Jessica seem to be battlin' it out over me, even though I'm with Jessica and Loretta knows it. It's like every time I turn around, either Jessica's naked or Loretta's got an extra button on her uniform open. I'm gonna lose my fuckin' mind. I'm not even allowed to touch Jessica yet, because I made her promise she wouldn't touch me again until after the Ed Sullivan Show on Sunday. I don't even know what to do."
Joe snorts and leans towards me, "You've tried talking to them, right?"
I nod, "All the damn time. I've sat 'em both down on the couch so many times that there's two indents from where they always sit. It's almost like they're doin' this on purpose or somethin'. All I know is I'm losin' my goddamn mind."
He laughs and stands up, "This sounds like something you ought to just deal with. Spend a little extra time in the bathroom when this happens, or tell Jessica how this is actually making you feel; she'll know how to put a stop to it."
I stand from the couch, "You're right. I'm gonna go talk to her right now."
Joe smiles, "That's a good idea."
I exit the room and head back to my suite. I have to unlock the door, which is odd because I left it unlocked when I went to see Joe. When the door opens, I'm faced with the completely bare image of Officer Loretta, clearly fresh from the shower. My cheeks turn pink as I close the door and cover my eyes, "Uhm. I'm just gonna walk blindly to the bedroom. I need to talk to Jessica."
Officer Loretta giggles, and footsteps near me. Her hands are placed on my chest, "Jessica isn't here. After you left, her parents called. They're taking her shopping or something."
I cautiously lift my hand and look into her eyes, and only her eyes, "Ain't you supposed to be with them?"
She shakes her head, "Jessica told me to stay here. She said her parents brought Officer Mark with them."
I nod slowly and look down, realizing she was completely naked and pressed against me. I immediately look in the opposite direction, "Um... Could you get off of me?"
"I could... or I could do this." Officer Loretta's hand drops down and meets my embarrassingly ready bulge. "And you wanted me to let go."
A soft groan escapes me before I can process what's going on. I grab her waist and push her away from me, "I have a girlfriend!" I race off to the bedroom, shutting and locking both doors.
As I turn to climb on the bed, I discover that Jessica was not gone, and instead still asleep. I climb in bed next to her and cuddle up to her. Her eyes flutter open as I curl my entire front to her back, "E? What's going on?"
I shake my head, attempting to think away the thought of Loretta touching me, but instead it amplifies the situation. "We need a different cop to watch over you..."
She sits up and looks into my eyes, "Why? What's going on?"
"This little battle between the two of you has gotten out of hand, and I want it to stop." I look up at Jessica and grab her hand, placing it on my lap, "She's gone too far. I walked in and she was naked. I tried to diffuse the situation by sayin' I was gonna come in here and talk to you. I covered my eyes and everythin', but she came over and touched me here. Told me you were gone out with your parents, and that they'd brought Officer Mark with them." I look pleadingly into her eyes, "This needs to stop. I'm doin' the best I can to be faithful to you, but she's playin' Devil's advocate out there. I can't take much more of this."
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FanfictionIt's 1956, Elvis Presley is America's heartthrob. Women nearly faint at the sight of him, and send him dozens of letters daily. One day, Elvis receives a very different letter. In this letter holds one very tempting offer from a woman named Jessica...