Double Standards (Part 1)

Hungover

LONDON

"What the hell is that noise? Where am I? Fuck, who am I for that matter?" I thought to myself as I tried to crack my eyes open but a searing pain shot through my head. I could feel that I was laying on a bed and still had clothes on. "Shit London think, think, think."

I managed to finally peek from my closed lids. The bright sunshine sat my corneas on fire. Bits and pieces started filtering through my mind...broke down, two girls, Angry Rooster, going to get laid. With that it all came back full force. "Laney" I croaked then bolted up into a sitting position. Looking around I noticed I was alone. "What the hell happened last night? I feel like I've been beaten". That's when I spotted my duffel bag layed open and it's contents spilled all over the floor.

"Holy Mother of Mary" I growled pouncing to my bag. I sifted through my belongings and didn't see anything missing. I knew I didn't leave my bag like this. I'm very anal about placements and organization. Something wasn't right here.

A shiny plastic object caught my eye on the bed. Walking over I realized it was my license. Frantically I grabbed my back pocket and felt my wallet missing. "No fucking way, just no fucking way" I belted out as I jerked the worn comforter from the bed, hoping my wallet would sail out.

"Oh she's dead. She just signed her death certificate". I can't believe I fell for this shit....me, soon to be mob boss, just got punked by some, some, fuck whatever she is. I know I didn't drink enough last night to get that hammered. That last drink bitch practically shoved down my throat. I'll kill her. I'll start with her kneecaps then dislocate her shoulders. She will know pain.

No one pulls this shit on me. Female or not. I don't care how beautiful she is or how bad I want to bend that ass over...screech, wait, what. She robbed you and you still want to fuck her? I must be a special kind of stupid.

Still in a brain fog, I  recalled her last words before everything  went fuzzy last night..."No baby, I'm going to fuck you".

A loud snide laugh rose deep from his chest. "Yea baby, you fucked me alright, but payback is a bitch. Hope your prepared for me to fuck you back without lubrication. That's right, raw and hard. I will find you once my business here is complete babydoll".

Later that evening, to add futher insult to my already battered ego, I  discovered they had lied about how far Montgomery was. It was only 15 minutes from that hole in the wall I  spent the night at. A set up from the start. How I  wished my hands weren't  so tied in this podunk town. My men could be brought in and have her rounded up in no time, but I  can't risk being found out here. Besides, I  was too ashamed to let anyone know how a chic ganked me. This must be mine and those two trouble making women's  little secret.

Laney

I woke the next morning feeling alittle groggy from last night. I didn't sleep too well either. Images of a  hot Italian man kept haunting me. Either he was shooting me with one of his many guns, or we had a big belly laugh over my prank and picked up where we left off.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I popped out of bed, showered, and skipped my merrily little ass out of my house and headed toward campus in hopes to find Tia and present my trophy. Tia was the head sister at the sorority and the one responsible for turning me into a one night thug.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't occasionally looking over my shoulder expecting to see London in the shadows. "Girl get a grip" I tried telling myself. He's probably still knocked out and judging by his bag, going to be long gone. I gripped my trophy tighter, which was London's wallet. I so hope this was all worth it.

Spotting Tia emerging from the sorority house I ran over. I dangled the wallet in front of her face 'I did it. Now what?" I asked anxiously.

Tia gave me a blank stare. "I don't know Laney. I'll need to speak to the other sisters".

"But I thought you said if I did this I was in?" I accused starting to feel anger creep in.

"Oh you must have misunderstood. It still has to be discussed and a vote has to be done. Just because you followed through with our wishes doesn't mean you're automatically in." Tia said a bit snippish.

"What?" I hissed.

"I risked life and limb for this. I could have been jailed and still could" I ranted.

Tia laughed her fake little laugh. "I'll get back to you Laney" Then walked away. What a cunt.

Now I'm stuck with this death wallet and still may not get in. Fuck I really need to get in. Anything to help on my grant applications and such.

I have no scholarships and money is running tight for my dad. He's even attempting to sale our family land. We've owned it for generations and I can't imagine the pain it would cause him to let it go. As for me, I love that place and would willingly give up my education to insure that it stays in our hands but my dad is set in stone with this idea.

I even strip at night to pay my way. Not because I enjoy it, but let's face the facts, working in a coffee shop compared to the money I make shaking it doesn't begin to compete. Of course my Dad doesn't know I do this. Plus I don't do the things the other girls do. I don't sleep with customers for extra cash, and I sure as hell don't drug up. People would be surprised if they knew how many girls pay their way through school by showing their tits.

I headed on to my first class but remained in a funk. What to do with this wallet and trying to get in the sorority had me stressed.

Add guilt to my list of issues as well. London looked so sweet and vulnerable laying there passed out last night, I didn't want to leave him or do that to him. Maybe I should seek him out and return his belongings. Really it's Montgomery, how many Italians in three piece suits are walking around here anyways.

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