(In this story Marty has reverted to her wild, party-girl ways. This story will contain descriptions of explicit sexual situations, including female slash, multiple sex partners, and threesomes. No, I don't think Marty is a slut. She's one of my favorite characters, and she's only having a little bit of fun- okay, well, maybe a LOT of fun.)
*~Always the Party-Girl~*
Marty slipped into a slinky little red outfit formed of smooth leather which hugged all her curves. She applied tons of make-up and bright red lipstick. "Where do you think you are going... dressed like THAT?" Patrick gasped as she sprayed a steady stream of fragrant perfume over her cleavage.
"None of your business," Marty quipped as she grabbed her purse and got ready to leave.
"You're going to get laid tonight, aren't you?" Patrick asked in hiss.
*Wouldn't you like to know,* Marty thought mischieviously as she rushed out to the door.
Ever since her return to Llanview with Patrick two months ago, Marty had been restless. Patrick just wasn't the same man she had married all those years ago. He was filled with anger and resentment after all those years of being locked up and tortured by Irene. Marty was the one he had attacked whenever his frustrations would strike. "If it wasn't for your involvement with Todd Manning, none of this would have happened!" Patrick had screamed at her. For some reason, Patrick blamed Marty for all the darkness in his life. Marty couldn't take it anymore; she had her own demons chasing her. In a reckless attempt to get away from the issues that plagued her, Marty had started drinking again. It was easier to drown her sorrows in liquor than to face the darkness beyond the shadows. She had been spending every free moment at Rodi's, living it up and partying. She had become a regular customer there. All of the bartenders knew her by name.
"Always the party-girl," Marty said under her breath as she took a long swig of her beer. The beer tasted so damn good as it washed away her sorrows. For a moment, she could forget the many tragedies in her life. She could actually convince herself she was carefree and happy.
Tonight Marty wanted more than the beer. She wanted to find someone passionate that she could take somewhere private and make love to all night long with wild abandon. Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a candidate for her kinky, sexual romp. Up until now, she had been completely faithful to Patrick since his return, but that was about to change. Marty had desires and longings that Patrick couldn't possibly satisfy.
As she sat at the bar, scoping Rodi's, Marty settled her gaze onto someone who was seated at a table near the jukebox. An adorable little smirk came to Marty's face as she planned her seduction. *This is perfect,* she said to herself as she grabbed her bottle of beer and hopped off the barstool.