Cut the Deck (Lesbian Story)

You Better Get Her!

Deck

"You know you've been really annoying, I'm starting to think I should've left you in Northview," I groan out at the impatient Lip. Since we've been here, he has done nothing but party his ass off and get shit stoned drunk/high.

"You know what I've been doing since we got here? Living! And do you know what you've been doing? Loving. Those words are closely similar because you exchange the "I" and the "O" they both end up either or," he rants stupidly.

"Okay Lip, first off, shut the fuck up. Second you haven't been living, if anything you've been killing, every cell in your damn body and your fucking kidneys," I explain harshly.

"You know I like Nyla, she's great with River and very influential, but right now she has your balls by her grasp," he grunts out as he takes a swig from the champagne bottle he ordered. I notice he's been running with the whole "studio paying for everything" gig. Endless room service and alcohol all for him.

"Yeah well my trip back to Northview, you're coming and you're staying." If this is what having a kid is like, then I don't want the little fuckers. A kid is how Lip has been acting, he whines, a lot. Speaking of child, which he left by the way to come to Los Angeles, he left him behind. The kid mother agreed to him keeping him the entire summer, but once he found out that he couldn't bring him to Los Angeles he gave the kid back and packed up to come here with me.

Of course I told him he was being stupid and he couldn't come because what he was doing was so low of him, he ignored and suggested he take this trip with me.

"You're going back, so soon?" He questions while rising out of the chair to stare at me.

"Yeah, I have a two-day free day and I would want to enjoy it back in town and help Ollie a bit," I explain and he just shrugs and sits there.

Sometimes I'd love to smack some sense into him, but then I remember that he's a grown man and I can't tell him how to live his life. I mean he had the kid at such a young age, 16 years old is pretty young for the both of them. He's also still young so his decisions can't always be the best ones.

"Let's just party tonight and tomorrow we go back home and I go back with my kid and you enjoy yourself with Nyla." I shake my head and push him off my pillow, he had his disgusting butt on.

"No." I simply state.

"Oh come on Deck, there's this party and Kendall Jenner is suppose to be there," he persuades but I shrug. I don't like any of the Kardashian's anyway. He pouts adorably, thinking that's going to change my mind.

"Pleeeeeease! Pretty please!" He begs and I grunt out. Fuck fuck fuck fuck! He's going to get me into to some shit I'm going to really regret in the morning. I sigh and bring my hands to run over my face.

"Okay!" I mumble out cowardly. If it means he'll shut up and enjoy himself, then why not. I just won't drink, or smoke to make sure this night doesn't end in shambles.

"Great, I got the address so come on!" He grins.  I mentally shake my head.

"Wait, I have to tell Nyla I'm going out."

"Are you fucking serious!?" He questions annoyedly. I stare up at him irritably. She's my girlfriend, I have to tell her where I am at all times. We didn't really specify that but it's best to tell her before some magazine snaps a photo of me and makes it seem like I was doing something I had no business doing and then I'm left there having to explain myself.

"Yeah, it's called communication, try it and maybe one of your relationships will last." His mouth falls in ajar. Oh yeah, I went there.

"Nyla just taught you how to do that, so don't even, fucking dyke!" He grunts out as he exits my room
to go finish getting dressed. I wander what girl he has now roaming my house.

With the expenses of the studio, I've been placed in a nice beach house in Malibu for the shooting. 4 bedroom, 3 1/2 bathroom plus sauna room, and I think Lip has made it his mission to have sex in every part of it. The other night he brought a few girls home, he was drunk off his ass. He didn't even take into consideration that I was on the phone with Nyla. He brought complete strangers here, only for one to come into my room naked and throw herself at me. While Nyla was on the phone.

That exact night:

"The guy almost fucked up my lining baby, look!?" I point to the red scratch on my forehead. It's noticeable. I'm on the phone with Nyla, doing our regularly 1 AM calls.

"That baby scratch, I swear you're dramatic. Hollywood is definitely for you," Nyla chuckles as I apply the cream I paid a fortune for. Once I apply this shit, I better wake up with skin as soft as a baby's ass.

"I'm not being dramatic enough. Where the fuck did they find that barber?" I grunt, tossing the cream onto the bed and quickly taking my shirt off, preparing to shower. I had a busy day and sweated like a fat guy on the beach.

"Ouuuoo, strip tease! Am I getting a show?" She chuckles as she sits up now. I adjust my computer.

"If you wanted one, you could've asked," I chuckle, seductively tossing my shirt at the camera. I was just about to take off my shorts, when my door burst open and in walks a short brunette, shirtless and braless. I've never seen her a day in my life, but the real question is how did she get in here? And where the fuck are her clothes?

"He was right, you are Deck Guery," she slurs, wobbling towards me. She falls into my arms, I try to catch her, but it's too late. She falls to the ground afterwards.

"Ouchhh, you'll let me fall Ms.Guery," she chuckles as she slowly rises to her feet, with my help. I glance at her boobs, out of habit, they're perfect.

"Who the fuck are you?" I question confusingly. But then I remember, fucking Lip is here. Ugh. She begins to touch me, my face and hair.

"You're 10x cuter in person, and your lips," she tries to touch them, but I immediately slap her hand away. No, what the fuck.

"Who the hell is that?" I hear Nyla yell from the laptop. Oh shit, I kinda forgot she was there. I softly push the girl away, coming into view so she can see me.

"I don't know, some girl who came in here with Lip," I explain.

"Okay why is she,"

"Oh, this your girlfriend Nyla right? I've seen you two a couple times on social media," the girl says walking towards the laptop. She smiles softly at Nyla. Nyla glances at her, she's upset. I mean I would be too, there's a half naked girl standing her my room.

"So you are really pretty, I thought they were like editing your images or something," she compliments.

"Thank y—" Nyla tries.

"How do you get your curls that curly? It's amaz—" she doesn't get to finish her sentence because she burps drastically. I make a horrid face.

"Water and a twist out," Nyla answers truthfully, kinda seeming impatient. I know it's boiling her blood that I got a random, cute chick, she's indeed cute, sitting in my room at 1 AM, in LA! I promise I'll explain to her the hell of a time Lip has been giving me.

"So you're not like—Dominican?" She questions with a very dumbfounded expression. Nyla eyes rises with confusion, and soon is replaced with irritation. Oh, she pissed her off. She done definitely pissed my baby off. I quickly shoo the girl out.

"Baby, you better get her, you better get her!" Is all I can hear Nyla saying. I swear if she was here, she would've torn her to shreds. I put money on my baby.