Chapter One: Sex and duty

Her fingers were tapping, over and over again, harder and harder, deeper and deeper inside the blondie's body. The woman was groaning loudly, pressing her crotch against the other girl's hand, her sweaty blond hair spread on the floor and her body arched against the white rug as the orgasm hit her.

"Bangin' on a white carpet almost seems like paradise, yeah?" the dominant one remembered saying to her friend the day she bought it.

Not even waiting for the other girl to make her mind straight – and not even knowing if the girl's brain had really worked before this – she got on her feet, took a cigarette and put it between her full lips. She took a long drag on the nicotine stick while looking at the girl still lying on her floor, trying to catch her breath. She couldn't keep thinking that this was not exactly what she wanted. But, at least, this was not that bad. If you want to stay away from your work, get laid.

"Oh, that was something" said the blondie. The other girl laughed while taking another puff on the cig, the ashes tumbling in the ashtray. "It was… unbelievable! Well, I mean I knew what you were capable of but... still!" she added, staring at the brown girl.

"No problem sweetheart" the dark-haired responded when she stubbed out her cigarette. Of course it wasn't a problem. After all, she was the one who took her home, and by looking at the blondie, she certainly knew why she did it: she has perfect boobs, she thought with a sly grin while looking at them.

"And now I know where you get that nickname, Fang" the blondie added by staring at the teeth marks on her thighs with a bright smile. "Can I have one?" she asked, pointing at the cigarettes. Fang vaguely answered and threw the packet in her direction.

At this particular moment, the tanned-woman was lost in her thoughts, despite the other girl still speaking about what a good shag she was. It was like listening to an old song playing on repeat. Every fucking time she had brought a girl, there was lots of groanings, lots of fun and then there was this: The pillow talks. Huh. Just shut up and go home already.

"Sorry to interrupt sweetheart, but I really got to work, ya see?" Fang said with a faint smile while opening her laptop to make her point. She winked at the girl and added "Already late to hand on my next chapter. If I don't, sure my editor will give me a hard time next time I'll see him."

The girl nodded gently while she was blushing lightly at the wink and grabbed her clothes before she made her way to the bathroom, a pinch of disappointment on her face. Fang laughed while thinking that she would never understand this kind of girl who agreed to fuck on a rug but was too modest to dress in front of her. She shook her head, considering that things couldn't always be completely rational. Whatever.

She finally turned her laptop on and tried not to freak out when she saw the date, but couldn't hold some swear words back. The deadline was really close and she had barely written a paragraph. Even though she was used to work on the rush, she felt scared about being broke because of her laziness. And her needs, of course. Deeply burried in her thoughts, she almost had a heart attack by hearing the blondie – whom she had totally forgotten – speeking.

"Well, I'm leaving Fang! Hope I'll cross your way someday soon!" The girl winked, mimicing the gesture the tanned-woman had towards her a couple of minutes ago, not slightly receiving the same response as hers before and ducked her head in defeat. Fang mumbled something while the girl was closing the door, not having a care in the world about her at this particular moment.

Out of habit, Fang cracked her knuckles and stood up to get herself a beer and some snacks before staring at her computer again. She filled her mouth with the alcoholic drink and slowly swallowed, taking time to appreciate the feeling of fresh liquid flowing down her throat.

She started to write, hoping for inspiration to finally come:

~ It was almost too late for her. Her time had passed a long time ago but she didn't expect for it to come this way. Not on her own bed, not when she had finally find something ~

She flinched when she heard her phone ringing loudly, almost making her drop the bottle she still had on her left hand. Why was everyone trying to kill her tonight? She knew she wasn't exactly what we commonly called a "good girl" but still, she didn't deserve to die so young.

She reached for her phone and looked at the screen, clearing her throat before answering. "Hey John, how are ya today? Enjoyin' the temperature of this sweet mois de mai?". The irony in her tone was clear as crystal. She never loved the man, obviously.

"It's March and it's freezing outside. Another dumb question of yours?" was the harsh answer she got in return.

"Would love if you were dumb" she replied, pretty proud of herself. But the joke seemed less fun when she heard her interlocutor sighed as a sign of despair. "Didn't go out, I'm workin' too hard, ya see?" she tried, not sure the man would buy it at all.

"Are you aware that I can follow every fucking movement you do almost instantly? You blink, I know it. You fart, I know it. You bring a girl to your apartment to fuck her all night, I know it." he said, insisting on the last three words. "I love internet." he added, to make his point.

" 'See what you mean." She couldn't stop the grunt that came out in the process and bit her lower-lips for a second. "So, what do ya want, Big John-who-tries-to-make-me-feel-like-shit?" she asked, closing her eyes in fear, preparing herself for the worst.

"I just expect you to follow your calendar with attention and bring your ass tomorrow to the conference we planned months ago. But I wasn't expecting you to remember it by yourself. I suppose I'm a false optimistic… Or just realistic?" He responded with an obvious aversion for the woman. This hatred was mutual, for sure.

"Of course I remember Johnny-John." She was almost certain she heard something about "fucking nicknames" but didn't really pay attention to what the so-called Johnny-John was yelling. Indeed, she had totally forgotten about the conference and hadn't prepare a thing for it. It seemed like inprovisation would be appropriate. "Well, 'suppose I'll see ya tomorrow then? Bye JJ!"

Without letting John time to say anything, she hung up and moaned in pain, a hand brushing her face hardly. "Shit" she said while throwing her phone away. She hated conference even more than she hated John. She'd rather spend the day at the bar drinking alcohol and trying to bang almost everything that moved than speak to a crowd drinking her every words like she was a fucking God or whatsoever.

I'm really far from an angel, girls. And if I was God, girl's clothes would not even exist. God knows if I prefer them dumb and naked than smart enough to read my books and full of clothes.

She shook her head, trying to stop thinking about a whole naked-crowd only composed of women. She used her hand to comb her hair and opened another document on her computer to write whatever she would talk about the day after.

She tried to grab her cigarettes mechanically and grumbled, realizing there weren't there since all she caught was just air, and she remembered they were still in her white carpet, waiting for the blondie to smoke them. She stood up and took a few steps in order to reach the pachet, looking at the white ground with a sly grin.

Paradise? Yeah, right. More like a fuckin' shitty hell.