(A/N - Thought I should state that this chapter goes from PG-13 to very much R-rated, and not that happy, fluffy J & J snuggling kind of R-rating. It's a pretty rough chapter where Kay's going to realize the consequences of her actions. If you are under 17 or don't want to read it, then wait for the next chapter. Enough is going to be said where you'll get the gist of what happened. Okay, that said, on with the story.)

Jhondie

It didn't take Justin long to explain. I admit that it startled me to walk in and see him holding Kayla's panties, but that was nothing compared to the rage I was feeling towards Katrina at that moment. And the worse part was how to tell Kayla. She wasn't going to want to hear it. She wasn't going to believe it. And what the hell was on that tape that was bad enough to make Katrina risk her drug hiding spot?

We put Kay's stuff, except for the cat, back into her backpack. She came out a few minutes later, drying her hair. She still looked quite hung- over, but she was awake enough to talk to. I took a deep breath. Stay calm. Do not start yelling until you know for certain that she knew what was in the cat. Then choke the life out of her.

"Sit down," I said firmly, but coolly. She sat on the edge of the couch, her mouth tightening, eyes growing hard.

"They were just for a joke," she said quickly. "I wasn't using them like you think."

I blinked, stunned at how callous she was. "My God, child, do you know what would have happened if the cops had seen that?"

She grunted in annoyance. "Oh my God, they would have thought it was for traditional use. Not like the shaving cream was in there already."

Huh wha who? Backup. "Shaving cream?"

She folded her arms. "It's not dangerous at all. Everything cleans up and they don't break anything. They just hold more shaving cream than balloons, that's all."

Justin laughed and I shot him a glare. "Condoms," he said with a grin. I thought for a second and realized there was a couple in her inventory. "Let me guess," he said to Kayla, "You and a couple of friends were going to fill them with shaving cream and then drop them off of an overpass at cars." She nodded, looking down. Amazing how something can sound so funny while drunk and so stupid when sober. Wait a minute. She was concerned over a couple of condoms. She wasn't nervous at all about the cat. My God. She had no idea. Relieved? Hell yes. But now I had the pleasure of letting her know that she had been a mule, not a best friend.

"Kay," I asked much more gently, "what happened at the party last night?"

She shrugged. "I told Justin why I went," she whined. Justin had filled me in on that. It made so much sense knowing what was in the cat. "We just hung out and had fun. I think. I had a couple of drinks and I don't remember all that much until I was in jail and they were asking if I had someone to call and pay the fine." Now she was looking down and the defiance was gone. She really did look rather pitiful.

I sat down on the arm of the couch, not sure how to tell her. "I'm sorry, okay?" she blurted. "I just had to go. You of all people should know what that's like. Doing what you don't really want but you have to."

Oh I understood. She just didn't know the real reason why she "had" to be there and it had nothing to do with Frankie. "Katrina gave you this, didn't she?" I asked, holding up her cat.

She nodded and took it from me. "Yeah. I always take it with us when we go out. You know that." She was playing with it absently and then gave it an odd look. She looked up at me angrily. "What did you do with my cat?"

"I didn't do anything."

"Someone did," she protested. "It feels funny in the middle."

I wished Mom had found all this. I wished she were here. She would know what to say and do. But she wasn't. I had to handle this. And oh, boy would I have preferred to be a million miles away. "That's because his stuffing was removed to make room for this," I said holding up the tape. "We found it in there. It looks like the cat's been used as a hiding place."

The look she gave me demanded to know what I was accusing her of. "I think Katrina's been using it to hide drugs," I blurted. I ignored Justin's delicate eye roll. Real smooth there, girl. "There was some other stuff in there that if tested would probably be illegal," I added in a rush.

Kayla was shaking her head lightly. "No. She wouldn't do that," she protested bitterly. "I know you don't like her, but she doesn't do drugs. Ever. She drinks, but she has never once done drugs."

"I don't think they were there for personal use," I said softly. "I think you were supposed to come to the party because you had what she was going to sell that night."

Tears filled her eyes. She wasn't about to admit it, but I think deep down she knew that I was telling the truth. "You're making that up because you hate her," she accused. "I bet that's a blank tape."

"I doubt that," Justin said calmly. "It might be interesting to watch. Might explain why these were tucked up inside the cat as well." He then oh so delicately flicked the panties at her. Her face went blood red as she gasped with embarrassment. Her jaw worked for a second but no sound came out.

"As a matter of fact, I've got some work to do," he said as he stood up. "I think you two need to watch it together and go from there." He walked out of the room and left me there with Kayla. I knew why he had done it, but I was still going to kill him later anyways.

"What was he doing with my..." Kayla practically squeaked.

"They were with the tape," I said pointedly. "Do you have any idea what's on this thing?" She shook her head slowly. "Do you want to?" I finally asked.

Her chin lifted. "Put it in," she said firmly. "You like to have things proven. It'll prove you wrong about Katrina. And I know there's a reasonable explanation about the other." She nodded, her words coming faster. "Yeah, go ahead and play it. You're not going to like to be wrong, but you're going to have to admit it when you see it."

I put the tape in the VCR and hit play. The image of some guy filled the screen. He was obviously the guy running the camera and had turned it towards himself. He was grinning and his eyes were slightly glazed. He welcomed everyone to the party and then announced he had the munchies. He also managed to squeeze six cuss words into the three sentences he spoke. Oh yeah, Kayla was really at a high-class party there.

The camera panned around and there were at least twenty kids there in varying stages of sobriety. Most of them were holding a drink and quite a few had joints in hand as well. A couple of kids were snorting something in the corner. Lovely place to be. The place was also filthy but that didn't seem to bother any of them, especially the one couple on the floor already making out. The cameraman offered his encouragements to the guy to go for her bra. The guy replied back that he already had it and the girl started giggling drunkenly.

A girl wandered up to the cameraman and asked him for a hit. The camera dropped slightly and focused in on her chest. She was wearing a tight baby- t and this micro-mini skirt. Her eyeliner was smeared and I was willing to bet that she already had more than one satisfied customer that night. I couldn't make out the exact words the cameraman said in response to her request, but the sentiment was made clear when she pulled down the top of her shirt and began to play with her exposed breasts. There were quite a few whistles from the other men in the room and a few nasty suggestions. One of which she must have approved of because she suddenly dropped out of frame and I could hear a zipper being undone. And then the camera wasn't being held very steady.

There was a lot of bouncing and shaking and a shutoff and then the camera was in another room, aimed at a ratty looking couch and there was my darling little sister sitting on it with her best friend beside her. Frankie was perched up on the arm of the sofa. Kayla was, to say the least, trashed out of her mind. She was leaning on Katrina's shoulder, looking like she was on the verge of passing out. There were a few crude comments about her not being able to hold her alcohol. Frankie grabbed the bottle of beer out of her hand just before she would have dropped it.

I glanced at Kayla and realized that she honestly didn't remember any of this. Her expression clearly said that she knew she had been there but had no idea what really had gone on that night. I could see her turning it over in her mind, remembering bits and pieces, but not all of these details. No way she could call me a liar about it though. The proof was rather self-evident.

Back at the party, Katrina shook Kayla and woke her up some. Katrina smiled really huge and then said she had a great idea. She wanted to play Spin-the-Bottle. As she was speaking, I realized that she had changed out her usual tongue piercing for this thing that was flashing a little red light as her mouth opened and closed. Katrina finished off the bottle of Blue Sky she was drinking and held it up and asked who wanted to play with her.

A minute later there were about ten of them in a circle. Katrina held up a hand and reminded the players that it didn't matter whom the bottle landed on, there were no re-spins, and most importantly, tongue was required. She accented that rule with a little flicking of her tongue, the lighted barbell flashing in time to her tongue movements. Kayla was sitting in the circle with the rest of them, Frankie two people to her left and Katrina to her right. Kayla seemed a little more awake and was laughing with the rest of them at Kat's rules.

Kat spun first and landed on this guy that might have been hot had his hair not been so blue and spiked up two feet off of his head in a Mohawk style. He stuck out his tongue and it was just *so* cute to see two pierced tongues flicking at each other. I was starting to get sick watching this. I had seen enough, but Kayla hadn't. She needed to know how stupid she had been and this was the only way to do it. Now it was Blue Boy's turn and he landed on some other chick. He managed to cop a feel as he kissed her. Not like she protested. It was then her turn and she landed on Frankie.

The girl was practically in Frankie's lap when she kissed him. Kayla looked pissed but Katrina said something to her that it was only a game but if she hadn't come, it would have been real. Kayla still looked pissed, but she didn't jump the girl like she had seemed like she would do a minute ago. Frankie spun and the bottle landed on Kayla. My eyes narrowed as he kissed her, his hands grabbing her butt as she straddled him. That wasn't a kiss. Had he slipped her a twenty; it would have qualified as a lap dance. Kayla spun and it promptly landed on Katrina.

Raucous calls and whistles filled the room. Kayla looked at Kat, laughing. Kat wasn't. Kat looked downright pleased. Someone shouted for them to kiss and Kayla laughed even harder at the show Kat started to put on. I guess from a drunken perspective it could have looked like she was vamping it up, but from where I was, it was obvious that she was serious. She stretched, her long body leaning forward sensuously until she was on her hands and knees. The camera immediately moved around so that he could get a good shot of this.

Katrina gave the camera a sultry smile and then looked back at my sister who was trying to hold back giggles. The neckline of Katrina's shirt had dipped and there was a very clear view of her full breasts. Someone whistled and Kat glanced back with a wicked grin and wiggled her butt. She ran her fingers lightly up Kayla's bare leg. Kayla looked really nervous but then grinned and practically struck a pose. She leaned back so that she was resting on the palms of her hands, making her shoulders pull back so that her chest was accentuated. Her tongue darted over her lips and a lustful expression filled her face.

I glanced at Kayla and she looked downright horrified. The horror increased as on the tape she leaned forward, the tip of her tongue visible between her lips. Slowly, sensually...and then she leaned forward the rest of the way and gave Kat a quick peck on the lips, jerking back quickly. Beside me, my sister let out an audible sigh of relief.

Everyone in the group laughed hysterically. Kayla was laughing too. Katrina was not. She looked more than merely disappointed. She looked rather pissed. She gave Kayla a malicious smile and reminded her of the rules. It was obey the rules or get out, just like at home. Kayla looked at her, drunkenly confused and I realized that despite the alcohol I had seen Katrina drink, she was much more sober than most of the people in there. The girl knew exactly what she was saying and doing. Kayla went to say something and Kat moved so fast, the cameraman almost missed it. I wished he would have, I really did.

Kayla let out a little cry of despair at the next event on the tape. Katrina practically lunged forward, catching Kayla by the back of the neck with one hand, her mouth pressing down on Kayla's almost violently. Kay's mouth had been open when Kat pounced her, keeping her from blocking the tongue that was suddenly probing deep into her mouth. Kayla looked more shocked than into the kiss. She must have heard the laughter and the encouragements and thought it was just a joke and that Katrina was playing with her.

That was the only thing that made sense when Kayla started responding back to the kiss. Her movements and expressions were so over the top and exaggerated; that it was obvious she was being playful. Obvious to me, but not to the crowd and certainly not to Katrina. As Kay relaxed, Katrina was gently pushing her backwards so that her head was landing in Frankie's lap. He looked pleased. Bastard. Kayla started to look confused and uncertain, especially when Kat's mouth left hers and moved down to her neck.

Katrina's mouth wasn't the only thing that was wandering. Her hands started going all over my little sister, running over her breasts and butt starting to try and work their way under Kay's tight clothes. Someone yelled out an encouragement to Kat to go down on her and suddenly the crowd was all chanting "DOWN! DOWN! DOWN!" in unison. And from the direction Kat started moving, she thought it was a good idea as well.

Desperation gave Kayla the strength she needed to shove Kat off of her and jerk back, huddling in a protective little ball. She looked confused on the tape and watching Kat warily. Everyone was laughing and jeering. Frankie leaned over and told her it was just a joke and calm down. God, why was she being such a baby? Kayla smiled a little then, it was obviously forced and insincere to me, but they didn't see it as that. They started cheering and the game continued, but Kayla decided not to play and sat back down on the couch to watch.

"See!" Kayla cried out. "It was just a joke! Kat didn't really mean it." She was sniffing now, trying to convince herself more than me. "It was just a joke," she repeated mournfully.

I didn't know what to say. Didn't know how to say it. That was not a joke on Katrina's part. That was getting Kayla drunk and trying to take advantage of it. That was just begging for an ass kicking from big sister, but we would get to that later. The tape suddenly went to snow and then to black for a second. I thought it was over and went to stop it, but it came back up. Obviously some more time had passed. I guessed the batteries went dead and someone had to either steal one or charge the old one. In either case, the game was over and they were all back milling about drunkenly or in a stoned haze. There was a brief conversation about the arrangement of the molecules in the couch between the cameraman and a guy that was licking the fuzz off of said couch and then it was back to Kat and Kayla.

Kayla was sleeping on the couch, curled up with her knees against her chest, her head on the armrest. Kat was drinking a bottle of something and then the cameraman starting teasing her. Said something about Kat bragging that she'd never had a woman turn her down before. Kat stuck out her tongue and then said that once she made Kayla a woman, she'd never turn her down. Someone else starting teasing Kat about getting totally dissed by a kid. She was getting irritated and that was making the teasing even worse.

Katrina finally slid her arm under Kay and repositioned her so that she was leaning on Kat instead of the armrest. Kay didn't resist and let herself get snuggled against Kat's ample chest. Kat pointed out to the hecklers that it proved Kay still loved her as she began stroking my sister's hair. She kissed the top of Kayla's head and smirked at the camera. Not all of the hecklers were convinced. One yelled out to prove it. And that was when things went from bad to worse.

Katrina leaned Kayla's chin back and pressed their lips together gently. Kayla muttered something and then went right back to sleep. Kat looked piqued that her kiss didn't get anything out of Kay. She kissed her again, this time letting her hand slide up Kay's shirt. Kayla's response was a snore. Now the others were laughing at Kat, telling her she had lost her touch. And Kat was getting pissed. She had a point to prove now.

"No," Kayla whispered, almost about to break down into tears at what she was seeing. She was hugging herself tightly on the couch. "Nothing's going to happen. Frankie won't let it happen." In a way, I wished she had been right about that.

About that time on the tape, Frankie did enter from stage left, plopping down on the couch. He made a joking comment to Katrina, asking her what she was doing with his girl. He smirked and said that Kayla was like a security deposit box. No way to break into those pants. Katrina grinned wickedly and told him that he didn't know anything about virgins. You didn't break into them. You had to know how to use the key. And she knew just how to use it.

She gently pushed Kay into Frankie's arms and told him to kiss her and wake the little princess up as she slid off of the couch. I guess it was supposed to be sensual. The catcalls and whistles made it seem like they thought it was. I thought it looked more like a drunk stumbling myself. But Frankie did as requested and pressed a kiss onto Kayla's mouth, fondling her breast roughly. That woke her up a little. Kayla blinked and muttered something incomprehensible. At least it was to me. But apparently in drunkenese it meant that she enjoyed being manhandled and please continue to maul her.

I glanced over at Kayla. She was pulled tighter into a little ball on the couch as silent tears poured down her cheeks. No more of this. I went to stop the tape, but she grabbed my hand. "No," she croaked. "They're going to laugh in a minute and say it's a jo..jo..." a sob breaking off her voice. I put my arm around her and waited for the inevitable end.

Katrina was kneeling in front of Kayla, her fingers stroking up and down her thighs, letting her lips brush against the skin. Kay's skirt was pushed up some, exposing more area for Kat to explore. Still more passed out than awake, Kayla made a small purr and a tiny smile formed. Frankie looked stunned and Katrina smiled smugly and told him that any time he had a virgin she would be more than happy to get her ready for him. He said he wanted to take over and she playfully smacked away the hand that went to reach up Kayla's skirt, telling him he was going to ruin it. The guy running the camera made a comment that he was going to make a fortune selling this tape on the Internet.

Katrina licked her lips and kissed Kayla's inner thigh once more. She then reached up Kayla's skirt and took a long time to slide Kay's underwear off of her. Whatever she did made Kay squirm a little in Frankie's lap. He was grinning and made a crude comment about what he was going to do to her later and asked Katrina if she wanted to be there. Katrina leaned forward and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent. She grinned and said she would take on his ugly mug for a little more of that. Her hands began slowly pushing up Kay's skirt all the way, her face leaning closer and closer.

And then pandemonium broke out. Someone yelled out that the cops were there and the camera was bouncing and jerking, Katrina leaping to her feet and snatching it out of the guy's hands. He said something about keeping it and she told him she wasn't going to jail because he wanted to jack off to it. She knew where to hide it and she'd give it to him later when it was finished. There was a little more scuffling and then the tape went blank.

For a minute I could only sit there in stunned silence. I wished beyond anything I had ever wished before, more than even that Bryn was safe, that all that tape had contained was Kayla drunk. I wouldn't have cared if it showed Katrina selling drugs or not. A little laughing and drinking and saying stupid things and that was that. I could comfort pain and terror. I knew those. But this...I didn't even know how to begin.

Kayla was quiet for a moment and then the hysterical tears burst from her. She was sobbing, her whole body shaking violently. I held her tightly, wishing I knew the right words to say. Wishing I could make it better.

Wishing.