Life or Death
Chapter 1:
Maureen was spread out across the couch in surfer shorts and a halter, which hugged every curve of her body. A cigarette dangled from her left hand. Joanne came out of the bedroom and wrinkled her nose.
"I really wish you'd smoke outside," she commented as she rummaged through her briefcase. "Or better yet, not at all." Maureen took a long drag from her cigarette.
"It's too hot outside," she whined. "Besides, this is my first one today." Joanne looked at the clock mounted on the wall.
"You've only been up for two and a half hours, so that's not saying much." With that said, she went back to the bedroom. Groaning, Maureen rolled off the couch and shuffled after her.
The acrid scent of cigarette smoke wound around Joanne as she sat on the bed and flipped through various case files.
"Please put it out, Honeybear," she said without looking up. sighing dramatically, Maureen tossed the cigarette in a cup with a small amount of water in it on her nightstand.
"There, better?" she asked.
"Yes, much." Maureen put her hands on her hips. She hated when Joanne got so wrapped up in her work like this. A wonderfully fun idea dawned on her. she slinked across the bed and left a trail of small kisses up Joanne's exposed leg. Joanne let out a frustrated sigh. "What do you want, Honeybear?"
"Let's go to the beach tomorrow." Joanne looked up from her work.
"The beach?"
"Yeah, you know, us, Roger, Mimi, Collins and Mark. Come on, Pookie, it'll be fun to go away for the day. Please?" Maureen began to pout.
"If you make the calls to everyone, I'm fine with going." Maureen rolled onto her heels before launching herself forward and pressing her lips against Joanne's. Joanne was too caught off guard to really return the kiss.
"Thanks, Pookie, I'll go call everyone right now!" Joanne rolled her eyes at the sight of Maureen skipping happily out of the room. It didn't take much to make her happy.
Panting, Mimi ran her fingers through Roger's long hair. His warm breath tickled her face. Both their bodies glistened with a fine layer of sweat. Roger stared deep into Mimi's eyes. Without actually saying it, they both professed their undying love for each other. The telephone rang, completely ruining the moment. Mimi sat up to go answer it. Roger wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.
"I think I just got back my second wind," he growled. Giggling, Mimi pushed him away playfully.
"After I get the phone, I promise." Defeated, Roger fell back against the bed. He really didn't pay much attention to Mimi's conversation on the phone. All he knew was that it was Maureen. This couldn't be good; it sounded like she was plotting with Mimi for tomorrow. Roger closed his eyes. The next thing he knew, Mimi had jumped on top of him. Roger's eyes flew open, and he let out a groan. "We're going to go to the beach tomorrow with everyone else." Roger scowled.
"I don't wanna go to the beach," he complained. Mimi climbed off of Roger and got out of bed.
"Then I don't want to have sex," she tossed over her shoulder with a flip of her hair. Roger leaped out of bed and wedged Mimi between his strong body and the wall so her back was against his chest.
"We'll have to see about that," he growled.
"Roger!" Mimi's protests quickly changed to moan of pleasure as Roger rubbed against her.