Double Standards (Part 1)

Girls Night Out

Laney

Thank goodness for Conner's timing. I took that chance and darted to my room locking myself in. Not because I was worried London would seek me out and finished what he started, but because I was fighting the urge to run back down there and and screw him for all to see. Yes, I was two seconds from hopping up on the couter, legs spread saying "take it baby, take it".

Yes, I am a tad pissed at him as well as myself. I mean he brought his girlfriend here and I'm a almost married woman. Don't even get me started on Marcela. Yea, okay she's pretty and Italian which kinda stings a bit, but she's so stiff. They just don't mesh well together. I rarely see them in the same room together. Very odd. When London and I was a item we couldn't stay away from each other. Always showing affection no matter who saw.

Now he knows I'm engaged. The tone in his voice when he said congratulations, and the way babydoll rolled off his tounge. His tone was menacing laced with threat. His eyes narrowed to black slits. No that was not a normal congratulations. That was a do it and die warning.

Yep, I must keep my distance from London the remainder of this trip.

London

After Laney ran out, Conner stood there grinning at me like a jackass. "What did I just walk in on?"
"Shut it cockblocker"
Conner laughed. "You shouldn't have sent her away to begin with. Your nothing but miserable  and Marcela is a fuddy duddy".

"She's getting married".
"Only if you let her London. Do you honestly think she wants someone else. Hell no she doesn't. There you was getting ready to mark her as your property and I saw with my own eyes Laney lay her neck over to allow you to do it. Begging you to do it. So tell me again she wants to get married to someone else".

"It's complicated Conner".

"The fuck it is. Only because you make it complicated. Stop thinking about all the bad that can happen and just do it. I did. I constantly worry about the dangers I bring to Ela, but I'd rather have a moment of happiness that live in misery".

"Conner, enough".
"Whatever man. You got four months then she's gone for good".

Conner walked out leaving me with my thoughts. I didn't know which way to turn.

Later that evening the girls were heading out for fun. Ela did invite Marcela and surprisingly she agreed to go. Me and the guys was in the middle of a poker game when my phone buzzed.
Seeing that it was Marcela I answered. "Hello"
In a strained voice Marcela gritted out "come get me instantly. These girls are crazy and I want to leave".
"Okay calm Down. Can you tell me what's going on.?"
"Their drunk and wrestling in oil"
Grinning I told Marcela I was on my way. Then I laughed at Conner. "You may want to join me. Seems your girl is in a oily situation".

Giving a confused look he rose as well as Marcus and we was on our way. We entered the club an found Marcela waiting  by the door. "Good lets go" she hissed.
"You go wait in the car I'm going to make sure all is okay". Marcela huffed then stormed out.

There was ELa, clad only in a bikini with baby oil dripping off her. "What the fuck" Conner yelled. Ela jumped then gave a innocent smile. "Baby" she said with a slurr completely wasted wrapping her oily body around him. "No, just no. Your covered in this mess. The fuck you thinking doing this around all these men?"
Conner pulled his shirt off placing it over her.
"Where's the ring leader?" He asked referring to Laney. Ela started laughing. " My bitch is badass. She's took out every girl on the tarp. Pulling them away, she slurred "Come on, this is the last round. If she wins she's this one she's is the champion"
Marcus grinned "I got to see this".
I sent Marcus a warning glare and his smile quickly faded. As we approached the padded tarp slathered in oil, I spotted Laney. Itsy bitsy bikini on of course, and her body shimmering with oil. I lost my shit in two different ways. One, I wanted nothing more than to cover her up, two, I wanted to fuck the brakes off her.

Ela called her name out. Laney turned with a huge drunken smile waving, then downed her drink. They called Laney to the tarp to meet her opponent. A unusually tall girl walked out. It was obvious that Laney's opponent was rather stout and probably weighing at least 170 and standing 5'8, compared to Laney's 115 pound body and 5'4 frame. Laney spun around looking at ELa with her eyes wide open and mouthed, " omg".
Ela laughed and called out to Laney "I love ya girl, but your own your own, just fall and tap out".

Laney slowly turned back to face her opponent and I could tell she was assessing the situation, coming up with a strategy. I had taught Laney self defense tactics and I guess now I'd see if she learned anything. A intense look came across her face, a look I've only witnessed once before...the look she had the day she killed Angelo. I knew Laney was in the zone. Leaning into Marcus and Conner I stated "Laney's got this".
Both guys laughed and Conner said "the only thing Laney's got is a ass whooping coming".

The bell rung and and the women stared each other down. Laney launches off in a run. When she's closer to the other girl, Laney falls to the tarp and slides like she's stealing home plate, crashing into the girl sending her down like a bowling pin. Soon as the girl falls, Laney swiftly hops up and climbs on top of her, placing her in a choke hold.

Marcus and Conner stare slack jawed as I grinned with pride. Within a few moments the bell rings and they announce Laney as the champ. Laney releases her grip and rolls off to the tarp winded. As the other girl was getting up she slipped in the oil and landed on Laney. Laney rolled over gripping her hand in obvious pain. I started toward the tarp and demanded they bring her to me. Once I had a slippery grip on Laney I lifted her up and brought her to the nearest seat. Placing her down, I took her hurt hand, but she pulled away. "Noooo, don't touch it".
"Laney, I'm just going to look at it okay".
Slowly she let me examine her hand. Her knuckle was out of place, but nothing broken. I nodded to Marcus and Conner and they quickly jumped into action. Conner held Laney's arms down while Marcus contained her legs. "Noooo, let go. What are you doing London?" Laney squaked frantically. "Shhh..babydoll, I'm just going to make it better".
"No, don't touch it. Please".
"Look at me Laney. I'm not going to do anything"
I gently took the injured hand into my hands lightly rubbing it to calm her. Once she had regained a little composure that's when I did it. I quickly snapped her knuckle back into place. Laney gave a horrible yowl and started cussing me. Then she realized the pain was gone. "Hey, it doesn't hurt anymore". She stood up glistening in oil then asked to no one in particular "did I win?" I laughed and without thinking pulled her in for a hug and kissed her oily head. "Yes baby you won".

I placed my shirt over her and said "Let's get you and Ela back home". Marcela wasn't pleased at how long she was kept waiting  in the car and the fact that Laney had my shirt on. I gave Marcus the duty of helping laney to bed.

Laney

I woke the next morning feeling like I may have drowned the night before. My hair was matted from oil, my body felt like it was covered in slime, and I smelt like a bag lady. "Oh my" I gasped taking a whiff of myself. Once in the shower I noticed bruises sprinkled amongst my body and my hand a tad tender. Walking downstairs I immediately went to the kitchen where everyone was gatherd. Opening the fridge, I grabbed a water then hunted down some asprins. I knew I looked like shit. No makeup, hair in a messy braid, and sunglasses on. Conner snickered "make way for the champ"
Showing no emotions, I flexed my arm and smirked "and don't you forget it".
I exited the kitchen, plopped on the couch and covered my face with a decorative pillow. That's how I remained for the next few hours. I did here Marcus ask someone if I was dead? My only response was giving a thumbs up sign.