Every Thursday was comfort day. That meant hanging out with your closest friends, in your most comfortable hang out, and did the things you love to do. And Thursdays were what Carmen loved the best. Ever since she adopted L.A as her new home, ever since she hooked up with Jenny, and then broken up with her, she had been hanging out with her and her friends.

It was a relatively easy break up, Carmen just skipped into town, and Jenny was in between relationships, and so, it didn't take long for these two to get together, nor did it take long for them to realize that they were better off as friends.

And they were the best of friends, well, until Jenny started sucking face with her new squeeze Nicki. Carmen wasn't jealous… well she was, but not in a relationship kind of way, it's just that, Jenny was never around anymore. And so now, Carmen hung out more with Jenny's friends, than with Jenny herself.

Not that Carmen minded, Jenny's friends were really cool people. Alice, Dana, Bette, Tina, Kit, Helena, they were all really nice to Carmen, and treated her like she was one of them. Even Shane, Jenny's supposed best friend - whom Carmen couldn't hold a normal conversation with without bickering - she's cool too.

And so, Carmen loved hanging out at the Planet that Kit owns on Thursdays, sipping coffee, and just enjoying the company that had come to be her family.

On this particular day though, Carmen was surprised that she was the only one at the table. She was glad she brought her laptop back from work, and could idly surf the web, though she was disappointed that no one bothered to show on her most cherished day.

"Baby girl, how are you!" Kit came over and gave Carmen a squeeze.

Carmen's face lit up, happy to finally see a familiar face. "Kit! I…"

Someone shouted from across the bar, and Kit responded instantly, "I'm coming, chill, will ya." She turned back to Carmen, with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry hun, we're installing a new system behind the bar, and it is messing up all my orders today. We'll catch up later. Promise!"

Kit gave Carmen a loud smooch on her temple, and ran back to her bar.

Carmen sighed, and she returned to checking her emails. Deciding that she might as well take the chance to catch up on some work, she settled into her seat with her coffee, and sighed as she tried to concentrate on her work.

"Hey."

Carmen looked up from her laptop, responding to the familiar nonchalant voice that belonged to one Shane McCutcheon.

"Yo. Where're the others?" Carmen asked.

Shane shrugged into the cushioned seat beside Carmen, "Helena's stuck in the office, Bette and Tina are in New York for Tina's Fashion showcase, and Alice called to say that she's keeping Dana company at her training."

"Right. Totally forgot about Tina's showcase. Hope it went well." Carmen nodded, she looked up from her laptop again only to see Shane eye-flirt with a new young waitress in the café. "Stop fucking all of Kit's new waitresses."

"What! What I do?" Shane protested weakly, not taking her eyes off Waitress number 11 since the time Carmen joined in on Comfort day.

"Whatever." Carmen rolled her eyes, "where's Jen?"

At this, Shane took her eyes off her new prey so that she could flash Carmen an incredulous look, "Are you serious? You are asking me this? You know she's shacked up with Nicki…"

"…With Nicki, right." Carmen finished Shane's sentence simultaneously. They shared a rare smile with each other, before realizing how out of character it was.

It wasn't like Carmen hated Shane. Far from it, Carmen thought Shane was really cool, not to mention kinda gorgeous. But everytime Carmen gets wind of a girl here, or another one there, she would get annoyed. It really had nothing to do with her. Really… so why did it piss her off so much?

They sat in relative comfort for the rest of the night, the first time they were ever alone together. And Carmen concluded, 'It felt good'. And Carmen decided that maybe Shane wasn't so annoying after all.


If there was one thing more boring than a snotty party full of rich businessmen and lawyer types, it was a snotty party for a rich 21 year old full of rich businessmen, lawyer types and young trust fund babies turned 21.

Carmen was stuck in a party that she never thought she would appear in. This was Helena's mother's new boyfriend's daughter's 21st birthday, and Helena wanted the gang to be there for support. Carmen did not want to turn up, but Alice and Dana dragged her here.

"Hey, if I'm going down, you're all going down with me," was the way Alice put it.

Right after arriving, however, Alice and Dana decided to hit the dance floor. And they never came back. Bette was clearly interested in talking to the businessmen type, she herself was procuring an art gallery, and knowing the who's who would be helpful.

Carmen snarled at another douche trying to impress her with a Rolex watch, but this particular one was persistent.

"Come on, just one dance. One dance, and maybe we can take a ride in my Lambi?" The douche said.

"I think she'd rather ride in a manlier car like my jeep, Lambis just don't. quite. cut. it. Thanks." Shane came up from behind Carmen and put her arms around Carmen's shoulder. "Hi, babe."

Carmen turned up to look at her rescurer, and was caught off-guard when Shane planted a kiss squarely on her lips. Though brief, Carmen couldn't help but savor how soft Shane's lips were on hers. She leaned in as Shane pulled away, eager to prolong the connection, and felt the hand on her shoulder squeeze tighter in surprise.

When finally, it felt a little too real, they broke apart and turned to the douche, an equally fake grin plastered on both their faces, wondering what had just happened between them, and hoping that the douche got the idea and leave.

But the douche had a dreamy look on his face, "Lesbians, nice! How 'bout the three of us skip out of this boring party."

Shane took a threatening step forward, "Look buddy, here's a more direct approach. Piss off."

The douche looked offended, then insulted, then with a little pout, turned and left.

"Can you believe the guy!" Carmen huffed.

Shane shrugged, "Hey, can't blame him for trying to hook a gorgeous girl." She said as she took a swig off her beer.

Carmen looked at Shane, unsure of how to react. Shane couldn't have meant that right? She studied Shane's face, hidden behind the bottle, but her expressions betrayed nothing. "You speak'n La'in or some'n?"

Shane just shrugged again, scanning the room at large.

"You are getting shots on my tab for this!" Carmen laughed.

Shane grinned at her, "Shots here are free, but thanks, I'll take a Buckshot, please."

Carmen raised her eyebrows, but said nothing. An idea struck her, and she turned to her counterpart mischievously.

"How bored are you?" She asked Shane.

Shane scanned the room, and leaned in closer to Carmen, "I'd rather sit in a room full of boring old men discuss linguistic semantics."

"Where do I sign up?"

"Sign up for what?" Shane asked, confused.

Carmen laughed, "For this linguistic semantics thing." Her statement drew laughter from Shane as well.

"I want to play a game." Carmen continued, after their fit of guffaws faded off. "Let's see how many shots we can do until the end of the party."

Without butting an eyelid, Shane said, "You're on!"


'"Really! Jenny really did that?" Carmen asked incredulously.

Shane nodded, taking a drag off her cigarette, "Yap, she knelt down and shoved her fingers up the fucker's butt when he turned around."

"That's sick! Cheers!" Carmen downed another shot.

The bored ladies found a great spot out in the patio – one of the patios – away from prying eyes. They ordered a whole variety of shots, and now they were playing a storytelling game.

"Your turn," Shane flicked her cigarette away and grabbed a shot glass.

Carmen slapped her fingers away, "You're not suppose to drink till I tell a story."

"Well, make it quick, I'm thirsty." Shane ceded with a glint in her eye.

"Okay… I'll be quick. Mm… I was about to fuck this girl once, and found out at the last hour that she had syphilis by some fucker she hooked up with."

Shane gasped, "You didn't!"

"Nope… Thank goodness. My best friend warned me right before I went home with her. Got cold feet, and ran."

Shane laughed and raised her shot glass. "Cheers!"

"You go!" Carmen said, a little too loud, for she had had too many drinks for the night.

"Okay… I'm secretly a fan of Britney Spears," Shane said, and when she saw the shock on Carmen's face, "It's true… I cannot deny it."

Carmen picks up two shots of whiskey from the table and proclaimed, "You win, no contest there!" She downed both glasses in quick succession.

As she brought her head back down to look at Shane, her world suddenly swirled, and an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach rose up to her lips…

"Uh oh…" Shane saw that Carmen was going to throw up, "No no no… you don't!"

Carmen raised her hand to Shane, to signal that she was fine, but she had trouble swallowing her spit. Plus, it didn't help that her head was spinning like crazy.

"You're coming with me!" Shane grabbed Carmen by the arms and stirred her into the house in a search of a bathroom.

The problem was, there were too many rooms, too many doors. They tried a few that were locked, and another few that led to more rooms. In the end, they stumbled into a relatively unused bedroom. By this time, Carmen was ready to let it all go.

"Damnit… there's no bathroom in here." Shane said, but before she could stir Carmen out of the room, Carmen tripped on her feet and lost her balance, falling right on Shane.

They staggered backwards, knocking into the wardrobe. They didn't expect to find a walk-in closet that connected to a bathroom.

"I guess we stumbled upon a bathroom." Carmen giggled, and regurgitated everything on the both of them.

Shane, pinned down under Carmen, took the brunt of the spew, but, being buzzed herself, she laughed at their pathetic state.

"Come… let's get this crap off you." Shane attempted to lift Carmen off her.

Carmen giggled uncontrollably, "You have more crap than I do on you…"

"We both have crap on us… come on."

Shane pushed Carmen up, and grabbed her before she felt over. Carmen seemed to have lost all her motor functions, and was jello-like in Shane's arms.

With great difficulty, Shane managed to stir Carmen into the adjoining bathroom, she left Carmen slummed on the toilet seat, and went out to check the damage.


There were surprisingly no spew on the carpet. Shane searched around for a towel and returned to the bathroom. She was about to tell Carmen the good news when what she saw caused her to draw in a sharp breath. Carmen had, in those short fleeting moments, diverse herself of her tank top. Sitting on the toilet seat, while playing with a toothbrush and making soft 'choo choo' sounds, she looked beautiful yet adorable, angelic yet dangerous.

Shane cleared her throat… sobering up from her semi-drunken state. Carmen was beautiful, her bronzed upper body, flanked by hearty ample bosom made her look more like a Greek Goddess.

Shane couldn't help but stare.

But Carmen had to break the moment by saying, in an almost baby-like voice, "I feel yucky all over."

Shane swallowed hard, "Come… Let's get you washed up."

"I'm sorry I threw up all over you…" Carmen whispered, pointing at the gross stain on Shane's shirt.

"It's okay… We'll clean you up first. Okay."

"You need to clean too…" Carmen giggled. She stood up shakily and made a move to remove Shane's shirt.

Shane jumped back from the touch. She felt an electric shock course through her veins, and was fighting the urge to throw caution into the wind. She forced herself to keep her eyes on Carmen's face, not wanting her libido to get the better of her if she looked down.

But even Carmen's face was mesmerizing. Shane didn't know if it was alcohol, or if she really thought Carmen was gorgeous. Why had she not notice Carmen's flawless complexion, strong prim nose and the deep brown eyes. Had it all been there from the start?

Carmen knew Shane was staring at her. She may be drunk, but she was conscious of her surroundings. Yes, the alcohol had ridden her of her inhibitions; she was after all topless in front of a mere acquaintance. But somehow, she felt safe with Shane. It was weird to say the least, she knew of Shane's reputation, and strongly disapproves of it. Carmen felt a sense of triumph, to know she was the object of Shane's desire right now. And she was not afraid to flaunt it.

Yes. It was the alcohol after all.

Carmen pushed herself up from her seat, and reached out to pull Shane's shirt off. She saw Shane squirmed away from her touch, saw how she had affected the taller woman, and felt empowered by it. And so she reached forward again, forcefully, to grab Shane's shirt.

"Carmen, I…" Shane choked. She didn't know what to say… because she wasn't sure what she would do if she said it…

"Okay…" Carmen suddenly let go of Shane's shirt and stepped back. "I'll wash." She gave Shane a lazy smile, and with one swift action, pulled her bottoms off, underwear and all.

"What're you do'in!" Shane almost died from the sight of the nude bronze goddess in front of her.

Carmen giggled again, delighted to see how ruffled up Shane was, "I'm going to hop into the shower."

She stepped into the tub and turned on the tap. Satisfied that the water from the shower was at the right temperature, Carmen stepped under the stream and allowed the water to wash all over her…

All in full view of a gapping Shane.

Carmen ran her fingers through her hair sensually, before sliding them down to her nape, her shoulder, her stomach, up to her breasts. She stopped, and turned back to Shane, a hazy look glinting her eyes.

"You ready to wash now?" She teased.


Immediately, Shane tugged and pulled at her clothes. Throwing all caution into the wind, whatever the consequences. She knew that right now, she wanted this more than anything in the world.

Carmen laughed exuberantly, watching as Shane struggled with her clothes. Shane's enthusiasm was liberating, and Carmen knew that she wanted Shane as much as Shane wanted her.

As soon as she was free of her clothes, Shane jumped into the shower and grabbed hold of Carmen, kissing her fervently and greedily.

Carmen had not realized how much she wanted to taste Shane, to have their tongues dance together in a ritual. She finally realized why every woman who ever had a piece of Shane would want to try to keep her forever.

Shane was heavenly.


Carmen was heavenly. There should be a law against Latinas. They are the spawn of Devil, sent to earth to tempt the weak-minded. And right now, Shane was ready to worship the devil.

Her hands went straight to the ample bosom, grabbing them in her hands and kneading them roughly, as if afraid she would wake from this dream any moment. Her lips kissed every part of Carmen it came into contact with, eager and willing.

Not one to be led, Carmen circled her arms around Shane and grabbed her butt, kneading her butt cheeks as Shane kneaded her breasts. She pushed Shane towards her, and their pelvis met in electrifying shockwaves.

Shane reluctantly let go of Carmen's breasts, but immediately circled her arms around Carmen and lifted her, slamming Carmen onto the tiles behind her. Roughly, she pulled Carmen's right leg up to circle her hips, and a hand settled heavily on the Latina's clit.

Carmen gasped, the sensations overwhelming her completely, she tried to find Shane's pubs to return the favor, but Shane had weaken her every senses, causing her to slump into Shane's arms, relishing in every stroke of Shane's talented fingers.

At last, when she felt her body tensed up, and then explode, she slight down onto the bathtub. The water still cascading down the both of them…

Shane panted heavily, settling herself down beside Carmen. She choked in her throat, unable to bring herself to turn to Carmen.

Before she knew it, Carmen shoved her roughly, and she half-laid on the marble, she tried to push herself up, but Carmen intertwined her fingers in Shane's and stilled her. Carmen forced Shane to look into her eyes, her mischievous and sexually hungry eyes.

Carmen lowered her head between Shane's legs, and returned the favor.


Carmen awoke, unsure of whether it was day or night. As she got accustomed to her surroundings, she realized that she was on a bed. The room was decorated in white, but it was dark, and Carmen was sure that it wasn't too long ago that she was in the shower.

And had incredible sex with Shane McCutcheon.

Shane? Where was she? Had she left?

Carmen rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and tried to orientate herself. Was she dreaming the entire time? She moved, and was sure that it wasn't a dream, because her pelvis was sore. Her head hurt, and she felt a hangover coming.

More importantly, she wanted to know what had gotten into her, how could she allow herself to be one of Shane McCutcheon's conquests. Well, granted, she was the one who seduced Shane, almost pounced onto her. It was against her nature, her better judgment, and yes… she could blame it all on the alcohol.

But it wasn't just the alcohol, was it?

"You're awake?"

Carmen was jolted out of her daze, and saw that Shane had walked out of the closet, hanging up a wet tank top that Carmen recognized as hers. "Closet?"

"Walk-in closet, adjoining bath." Shane shrugged, a little disappointed that Carmen did not seem to remember.

Carmen felt her cheeks heat up, she remembered the bathroom well. She kept her face away from Shane, suddenly embarrassed by what she had done.

"We'll have to wait a little for the clothes to dry." Shane scratched her head, thinking, "Or I could go ask Helena for some clothes we can both go home in."

"It's okay, let's wait… I don't want to have to worry about dirtying Helena's thousand dollar shirts."

Shane chuckled, a tab more at ease with herself. And Carmen laughed, "Here, come lay down with me."

"Ah… I don't think that's a good id…"

"Shane, I'm not going to eat you up." Carmen sighed. Shane smirked at Carmen, and Carmen blushed even harder, "I'm not drunk anymore."

Shane shrugged, and settled into the couch by the window instead. She couldn't bring herself to be near Carmen, because she was afraid of what she might do. She no longer have the excuse of alcohol.

Carmen was glad that Shane did not lay with her even though she offered. She wasn't sure of what the close proximity would do to her senses. As it was, Shane in her black blazer, jeans, and no shirt or wife-beater, sitting by the moonlight, was driving her crazy as hell.

"So…." Shane started, unsure of what to say. "About…"

"Right…"

They said in uncomfortable silence, neither wanted to broach the subject…

Just then Carmen's cell phone rang, and she looked around for it. She was about to get off the bed when she realized that she was still completely naked. She gathered the sheets around her hurriedly, hoping that Shane didn't see her naked body.

Shane whistled at her, and she turned around, nearly caught off-guard when her cell came flying towards her. She caught it just in time, and mouthed a 'thank you'.

"Hey Alice?" Carmen answered the call just in time.

"Where the hell are you? We're leaving, and if you want a ride, you'll have to appear soon."

Carmen looked at Shane, then at the state she was in. "Erm… it's okay, I'll grab a cab later. I'm in the middle of something."

"Where the hell are you anyway? Are you getting laid or some'in?" Alice mused.

Carmen blushed, and was glad that Shane could not see it in the dim room. "Whatever Alice, talk to you later."

As soon as Carmen hung up, she shrugged at Shane. She was about to tell Shane what the conversation was about when Shane's phone rang.

"What do you want, Al?" Shane snarled into the phone.

"Are you still at the mansion?"

"Yes."

"Where are you? Are you fucking some blonde right now? Nevermind, don't answer that… Did you drive?"

Shane rolled her eyes, and Carmen covered her lips to stifle a laugh. She didn't have to hear the conversation to know what Alice was saying to Shane.

"I did drive, why?"

"I'm leaving, and Carmen is still somewhere lost in the mansion, if you see her, could you give her a ride?"

"I will…." Shane covered the mouth piece and whispered to Carmen, "She wants me to give you a ride."

"Okay. So I'll be going… Dane's tired as hell. Bye, 'lil one."

Shane rolled her eyes again for effect as she put away her cellphone.

"So…"

"So…"

The both of them said in unison. They looked away instantly. And Carmen wished she had a hole to crawl into.

"Let's just… forget about tonight..." Carmen started. She didn't see the anger flash across Shane's face…

"Okay… It's all the alcohol right?"