****************3 weeks later*******************
Randy had no idea how to deal with her feelings. The kiss Spot had given her, had made her feel, well there was no use in lying to herself, it made her feel good. Really good. It was like, oh, she couldn't explain it. But it had been wonderful. A fact she would dare only to let roam free in her mind. She was also so confused. Why had she enjoyed it? What had Jack meant when he could see it in Spot's eyes?
But most of all, she was angry. She was furious beyond all belief. She hated Spot Conlon. She had decided that she needed some way to forget about him. And, well, she had to admit she wanted to drive him crazy. So, for the past two weeks, Randy had been dating David Jacobs. And, well, to her surprise, it had not been a horrible experience at all. In fact, she had a wonderful time with David and really felt something for him.
But the real satisfaction came about two and a half weeks after the kissing incident. The first day since then Spot had managed to get around the wary eye of Jack, and see her. But oh, how he wished he hadn't. He had heard that after selling her papes Randy was heading down to the docks, which wouldn't be a hard place for him to see her. He wasn't exactly sure what he would say when he saw her, he had try to plan it out in his mind, but it always came out jumbled and far to gushy for the great Spot Conlon.
It was a chilly, windy day when Spot made his way down to the docks. He knew that above all people, Randy did not want to see him. He knew she hated him, heck, he hated him. But he had to see her. Somehow, he thought, once he did, everything would become clear and he would know exactly what to say. However he was not prepared for the shock he got when he finally did see her, or should I say, them.
As he approached the docks he immediately saw Randy sitting on the edge, looking at the water. But as he drew nearer he saw a figure sitting next to her, his arm draped across her shoulders. /this can't be what I think it is./ Thought Spot. As he was able to see them clearer he saw that it was, indeed, David Jacobs with his arm wrapped around Randy. /But it doesn't necessarily mean that they're together./ But then he saw something he would never forget. David leaned over randy and gave her a kiss. Not a peck on the cheek. But an intimate, sweet, loving kiss on the lips.
Spot started. This couldn't be happening. Randy was not only being kissed, but #1 she was letting him, #2 she was enjoying it, and #3 she wasn't punching him in any place whatsoever. This was far too much for him. It wasn't possible, they couldn't possibly be going out. He decided he was going to have to find out for himself.
Spot cleared his throat. "Randy." he said clearly.
Randy's head shot around towards Spot in shock. David, who had also seen Spot, got a very angry look on his face. "She doesn't want to see you, Conlon. So I suggest you leave."
"David, you know I can handle myself." said Randy in a firm but loving way. "Spot, I don't want to see you. I never want to see you. Please, leave me alone. I'm not going to talk to you, and I'm not going to fight you. So please just go away."
"Randy, look, I just wanted to apologize for what I did. I'm sorry." he said in not a way that he planned on at all. He was making it sound as though he wasn't sorry at all. He knew it was because he was staring at the way David was holding Randy across the waist. He coughed. "So, umm, how long have you two been, uh, well,."
"Dating? Two weeks." finished Randy, smiling.
"Oh, uh, that's nice." said Spot, being unsuccessful in trying to sound as if he didn't care. He gulped as David tightened his grip around Randy's waist. "Well, uh, I better be going." he said, and with that, he left. But as he turned around after about a minute, he saw Randy laughing and catching David in a sentimental kiss. A boiling emotion began in his stomach.
He couldn't believe it. He was jealous. He was feeling jealous of David Jacobs. The boy has no leadership qualities whatsoever, and who wouldn't fight just for the fun of it in one million years. He knew what this situation needed, Spot needed to get a girl.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Jack, it's alright. I want to go." said Randy.
"Are you sure, Spot's going to be there, and I know you don't want to see him." said Jack in a caring way.
"I know Jack, but David's going and I want him to feel that when we decided we were happier being friends together, it was the right choice. He's one of the best friends I have, and I want him to know that." said Randy. David and her had separated a few days ago. The feeling had been mutual when they knew that being friends had been much more rewarding.
"Alright, Randy. But don't say I didn't try to warn you." said Jack, laughing.
About a half an hour later, the boys, and Randy, made their way down to Brooklyn. It was poker night again. Randy was animatedly talking with David, and they both seemed to have gone back to the way things were before. As they got closer to the lodging house, Jack took somewhat of a protective role with Randy, and stayed close to her side as they entered the lodging house.
"Jack, its alright." whispered Randy, smiling at Jack thoughtfulness.
"I know, I know." muttered Jack, taking no notice of what she was saying in the slightest.
"Hey boys, and girl." said Spot Conlon from the other side of the room, smirking. "You all ready to lose your money?"
Randy laughed to herself. She had learned to play poker when she was only three years old. And even then she had been great at it. She couldn't wait to wipe that smug smile off of Spot's face. As they all sat down at the table, all were surprised to hear randy say, "Deal me in." But they didn't complain, just figured it would be another bit of money to take. Boy, were they wrong. Pretty soon the match was down to Spot and Randy.
"Get ready to lose, sweet face." said Spot. Randy said nothing, she wasn't going to let herself get riled up over a nothing like Spot Conlon. "Read em' and weep." said Spot, smugly, laying down a straight in diamonds.
Randy let herself get a disappointed and shocked look on her face. Just as Spot was reaching out to take the money Randy said, "What a shame, all I had was this." And with that she laid down a royal flush in hearts. "But you know, I think that might just be enough." she laughed. She reached her arms forward and scooped up her winnings. "Better luck next time, boys."
Spot sat there, a look of pure shock on his face. He had been beaten, by no less than a girl. He couldn't believe it. Randy was just about to deal the next hand, in which several players were a little hesitant about joining, when she heard a creak in the room. She looked up and to her surprise she saw a girl standing there. She was wearing a skirt, much to small for her, and a top that practically had her breasts falling out of it. She was wearing bright red lipstick, and far too much blush. Her hair was up in a bun, which had obviously been neater earlier, before certain actions took place.
Spot stood up and stepped towards the girl, putting an arm around her and making her giggle. It was an extremely annoying giggle Randy observed. "Ise like yous all to meet my new goil, Rochelle." Randy tried to smile politely at her, but for some reason she couldn't. She was about to continue dealing when Spot took Rochelle's head in his hands and kissed her passionately. She slid her hands over him very trashily and he slapped her butt. Randy was appalled.
Randy quietly stood up and said that she would rather not play this hand and that she was just going to wait until the rest of the boys were going home. As she made her way over to a corner, Spot sauntered over. "Watsa matter, Randy? Where's your sweet little Davy?" Rochelle giggled her high pitched, squeaky, ditzy giggle again.
"Nothing is the matter Spot. And as a matter of fact, David and I have decided it was best to be just friends." she responded coolly.
Spot was bewildered. The only reason he had really gotten Rochelle, other than for the sex, was to make Randy jealous and break up with David. But now that David and randy weren't together anymore it just made him look like an idiot. It made him seem like the guy that Randy knew he was. A sleaze bag that picked up whore's every night. He sighed at his stupidity. "I'm sorry to hear that." he said, trying to say it mockingly.
"Thank you." she replied and then leaned back on a pillow to catch up on some sleep.
Spot played poker that night, but couldn't help himself to look over every once in a while and the peacefully sleeping Randy.
Rochelle wasn't asked to stay the night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hey, Cowboy, deal me in!" said Spot, laughing. Poker night was at the Manhattan lodging house tonight.
Meanwhile, Randy was sitting on the roof. The cool night air swirled around her. She breathed in deeply, and let it exhale along with all of her other bad thoughts clouding her mind. She knew that the feeling that had come over her that night in Brooklyn, when she had met Rochelle, had been a mixture of jealousy.and pain. But up here on the roof she could forget about. Anyway, Spot and Rochelle had inevitably broken up a few days after Randy was introduced to Rochelle. This didn't surprise Randy. She knew Spot never stayed with one girl longer than a few days. They were just sluts to him, something he could take home, use, then throw it out. She was disgusted by him.
Randy had begun to get a little chilly. So, she stepped inside the house and made her way to the poker room. When she got down there Spot stood up and made his way over to her. "So, baby, how yous doin?"
Randy was disgusted. But she decided to make Spot look like a fool. She got a real seductive look on her face and said breathily, "Oh, Spot. I want you."
Spot gulped, but then quickly returned to his smug nature. "Oh, you do, do you?"
"Yeah," she said in her regular voice, "I want you to get the heck outta me sight before I hit you so hard you wont see straight for a week."
Spot smirked, "Oh, I think the first thing you said was more correct, doll face."
Randy tried to calm herself down. But no such luck. "Don't you get it Spot? I-hate-you! I always will! I've tried everything to get rid of you but you just wont leave me alone!"
Spot wasn't even phased. "Aw, come on baby. Why don' you come wid me?" he grabbed her butt. "We could have a whole lot of fun."
Randy was enraged. She slammed her fist into his cheek bone and rammed her knee into a very sensitive spot for the male race. "I aint like one o' those weekly goils, Spot! You'll never have me. The only jolting experience you'll get from me is when I sock you." And with that she turned around and headed upstairs.
Through his pain Spot managed to look at Randy's butt and mutter, "Nice roll, baby."
Randy spun around with fire in her eyes. She slammed her foot into his already searing crotch. "You disgust me." she spat out. Then she turned around and staled upstairs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey!!! I just added this chapter, so the NEXT chapter is my fav one. lol. PLEASE REVIEW IF U LIKED THIS ONE!!!
Randy had no idea how to deal with her feelings. The kiss Spot had given her, had made her feel, well there was no use in lying to herself, it made her feel good. Really good. It was like, oh, she couldn't explain it. But it had been wonderful. A fact she would dare only to let roam free in her mind. She was also so confused. Why had she enjoyed it? What had Jack meant when he could see it in Spot's eyes?
But most of all, she was angry. She was furious beyond all belief. She hated Spot Conlon. She had decided that she needed some way to forget about him. And, well, she had to admit she wanted to drive him crazy. So, for the past two weeks, Randy had been dating David Jacobs. And, well, to her surprise, it had not been a horrible experience at all. In fact, she had a wonderful time with David and really felt something for him.
But the real satisfaction came about two and a half weeks after the kissing incident. The first day since then Spot had managed to get around the wary eye of Jack, and see her. But oh, how he wished he hadn't. He had heard that after selling her papes Randy was heading down to the docks, which wouldn't be a hard place for him to see her. He wasn't exactly sure what he would say when he saw her, he had try to plan it out in his mind, but it always came out jumbled and far to gushy for the great Spot Conlon.
It was a chilly, windy day when Spot made his way down to the docks. He knew that above all people, Randy did not want to see him. He knew she hated him, heck, he hated him. But he had to see her. Somehow, he thought, once he did, everything would become clear and he would know exactly what to say. However he was not prepared for the shock he got when he finally did see her, or should I say, them.
As he approached the docks he immediately saw Randy sitting on the edge, looking at the water. But as he drew nearer he saw a figure sitting next to her, his arm draped across her shoulders. /this can't be what I think it is./ Thought Spot. As he was able to see them clearer he saw that it was, indeed, David Jacobs with his arm wrapped around Randy. /But it doesn't necessarily mean that they're together./ But then he saw something he would never forget. David leaned over randy and gave her a kiss. Not a peck on the cheek. But an intimate, sweet, loving kiss on the lips.
Spot started. This couldn't be happening. Randy was not only being kissed, but #1 she was letting him, #2 she was enjoying it, and #3 she wasn't punching him in any place whatsoever. This was far too much for him. It wasn't possible, they couldn't possibly be going out. He decided he was going to have to find out for himself.
Spot cleared his throat. "Randy." he said clearly.
Randy's head shot around towards Spot in shock. David, who had also seen Spot, got a very angry look on his face. "She doesn't want to see you, Conlon. So I suggest you leave."
"David, you know I can handle myself." said Randy in a firm but loving way. "Spot, I don't want to see you. I never want to see you. Please, leave me alone. I'm not going to talk to you, and I'm not going to fight you. So please just go away."
"Randy, look, I just wanted to apologize for what I did. I'm sorry." he said in not a way that he planned on at all. He was making it sound as though he wasn't sorry at all. He knew it was because he was staring at the way David was holding Randy across the waist. He coughed. "So, umm, how long have you two been, uh, well,."
"Dating? Two weeks." finished Randy, smiling.
"Oh, uh, that's nice." said Spot, being unsuccessful in trying to sound as if he didn't care. He gulped as David tightened his grip around Randy's waist. "Well, uh, I better be going." he said, and with that, he left. But as he turned around after about a minute, he saw Randy laughing and catching David in a sentimental kiss. A boiling emotion began in his stomach.
He couldn't believe it. He was jealous. He was feeling jealous of David Jacobs. The boy has no leadership qualities whatsoever, and who wouldn't fight just for the fun of it in one million years. He knew what this situation needed, Spot needed to get a girl.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Jack, it's alright. I want to go." said Randy.
"Are you sure, Spot's going to be there, and I know you don't want to see him." said Jack in a caring way.
"I know Jack, but David's going and I want him to feel that when we decided we were happier being friends together, it was the right choice. He's one of the best friends I have, and I want him to know that." said Randy. David and her had separated a few days ago. The feeling had been mutual when they knew that being friends had been much more rewarding.
"Alright, Randy. But don't say I didn't try to warn you." said Jack, laughing.
About a half an hour later, the boys, and Randy, made their way down to Brooklyn. It was poker night again. Randy was animatedly talking with David, and they both seemed to have gone back to the way things were before. As they got closer to the lodging house, Jack took somewhat of a protective role with Randy, and stayed close to her side as they entered the lodging house.
"Jack, its alright." whispered Randy, smiling at Jack thoughtfulness.
"I know, I know." muttered Jack, taking no notice of what she was saying in the slightest.
"Hey boys, and girl." said Spot Conlon from the other side of the room, smirking. "You all ready to lose your money?"
Randy laughed to herself. She had learned to play poker when she was only three years old. And even then she had been great at it. She couldn't wait to wipe that smug smile off of Spot's face. As they all sat down at the table, all were surprised to hear randy say, "Deal me in." But they didn't complain, just figured it would be another bit of money to take. Boy, were they wrong. Pretty soon the match was down to Spot and Randy.
"Get ready to lose, sweet face." said Spot. Randy said nothing, she wasn't going to let herself get riled up over a nothing like Spot Conlon. "Read em' and weep." said Spot, smugly, laying down a straight in diamonds.
Randy let herself get a disappointed and shocked look on her face. Just as Spot was reaching out to take the money Randy said, "What a shame, all I had was this." And with that she laid down a royal flush in hearts. "But you know, I think that might just be enough." she laughed. She reached her arms forward and scooped up her winnings. "Better luck next time, boys."
Spot sat there, a look of pure shock on his face. He had been beaten, by no less than a girl. He couldn't believe it. Randy was just about to deal the next hand, in which several players were a little hesitant about joining, when she heard a creak in the room. She looked up and to her surprise she saw a girl standing there. She was wearing a skirt, much to small for her, and a top that practically had her breasts falling out of it. She was wearing bright red lipstick, and far too much blush. Her hair was up in a bun, which had obviously been neater earlier, before certain actions took place.
Spot stood up and stepped towards the girl, putting an arm around her and making her giggle. It was an extremely annoying giggle Randy observed. "Ise like yous all to meet my new goil, Rochelle." Randy tried to smile politely at her, but for some reason she couldn't. She was about to continue dealing when Spot took Rochelle's head in his hands and kissed her passionately. She slid her hands over him very trashily and he slapped her butt. Randy was appalled.
Randy quietly stood up and said that she would rather not play this hand and that she was just going to wait until the rest of the boys were going home. As she made her way over to a corner, Spot sauntered over. "Watsa matter, Randy? Where's your sweet little Davy?" Rochelle giggled her high pitched, squeaky, ditzy giggle again.
"Nothing is the matter Spot. And as a matter of fact, David and I have decided it was best to be just friends." she responded coolly.
Spot was bewildered. The only reason he had really gotten Rochelle, other than for the sex, was to make Randy jealous and break up with David. But now that David and randy weren't together anymore it just made him look like an idiot. It made him seem like the guy that Randy knew he was. A sleaze bag that picked up whore's every night. He sighed at his stupidity. "I'm sorry to hear that." he said, trying to say it mockingly.
"Thank you." she replied and then leaned back on a pillow to catch up on some sleep.
Spot played poker that night, but couldn't help himself to look over every once in a while and the peacefully sleeping Randy.
Rochelle wasn't asked to stay the night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hey, Cowboy, deal me in!" said Spot, laughing. Poker night was at the Manhattan lodging house tonight.
Meanwhile, Randy was sitting on the roof. The cool night air swirled around her. She breathed in deeply, and let it exhale along with all of her other bad thoughts clouding her mind. She knew that the feeling that had come over her that night in Brooklyn, when she had met Rochelle, had been a mixture of jealousy.and pain. But up here on the roof she could forget about. Anyway, Spot and Rochelle had inevitably broken up a few days after Randy was introduced to Rochelle. This didn't surprise Randy. She knew Spot never stayed with one girl longer than a few days. They were just sluts to him, something he could take home, use, then throw it out. She was disgusted by him.
Randy had begun to get a little chilly. So, she stepped inside the house and made her way to the poker room. When she got down there Spot stood up and made his way over to her. "So, baby, how yous doin?"
Randy was disgusted. But she decided to make Spot look like a fool. She got a real seductive look on her face and said breathily, "Oh, Spot. I want you."
Spot gulped, but then quickly returned to his smug nature. "Oh, you do, do you?"
"Yeah," she said in her regular voice, "I want you to get the heck outta me sight before I hit you so hard you wont see straight for a week."
Spot smirked, "Oh, I think the first thing you said was more correct, doll face."
Randy tried to calm herself down. But no such luck. "Don't you get it Spot? I-hate-you! I always will! I've tried everything to get rid of you but you just wont leave me alone!"
Spot wasn't even phased. "Aw, come on baby. Why don' you come wid me?" he grabbed her butt. "We could have a whole lot of fun."
Randy was enraged. She slammed her fist into his cheek bone and rammed her knee into a very sensitive spot for the male race. "I aint like one o' those weekly goils, Spot! You'll never have me. The only jolting experience you'll get from me is when I sock you." And with that she turned around and headed upstairs.
Through his pain Spot managed to look at Randy's butt and mutter, "Nice roll, baby."
Randy spun around with fire in her eyes. She slammed her foot into his already searing crotch. "You disgust me." she spat out. Then she turned around and staled upstairs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey!!! I just added this chapter, so the NEXT chapter is my fav one. lol. PLEASE REVIEW IF U LIKED THIS ONE!!!