An Entangled Life
Chapter 11: A Sad Reality
"So you're really going?" Martin asked him.
"Yes," Fred said, "I always wanted to serve my country."
"But you seem…" Martin started.
"So self-righteous, handsome and hot?" Fred asked.
Martin laughed.
"I'm scared for you," Martin said, "I've heard stories."
"Yeah me too," Fred said quietly, "but we're real good friends aren't we," he said with a smile.
Martin nodded.
"So we'll be close no matter what," Fred said shaking him kindly, "besides," he continued, "I have Crocker to check up on you," he added.
Martin's face became filled with trepidation.
"He's a little…" Fred admitted.
"Mean, dark, scary," Martin suggested.
"He'll take care of you," Fred told Martin.
"You said he hates me!" Martin shouted, "and his picture looks like an ugly anorexic," he added.
"You haven't met him," Fred said.
"And I don't want to," Martin said honestly.
Fred's face wore a scowl.
"I only told you what he said to make you know what he's like," Fred said, "not to get words from a whiner baby."
"I'm not a whiner baby!" Martin shouted, "your friend's mean and ugly," he declared.
"Judy's gone training in the Bahamas," Fred reminded Martin, "Crocker was the only person available."
"And he doesn't care about what Dimmsdale thinks of me?" Martin asked.
"He doesn't care about Dimmsdale," Fred said honestly.
"I'm not sure if that's even good," Martin responded frankly.
"For you it is," Fred said firmly, "I'll be leaving in six days and I want you to be nice to Crocker."
"Am I twenty-two or two?" Martin asked right away.
"Argh!" Fred shouted, "Crocker's watching you," he said angrily, "end of story."
"Bu…" Martin started.
"No!" Fred shouted.
Martin looked at his feet sadly.
"I'll miss you," Martin finished softly.
Fred looked down at his own feet.
"Me too buddy," Fred said, "me too."
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Meanwhile Wanda sat in Fairy World with Juandissimo.
"Wanda," Juandissimo said, "Cosmo's forsaken you," he told her, "you yourself…"
Wanda broke down in tears again.
"There, there," Juandissimo said kindly, "I guess this explains why he didn't mind certain things," he added.
"But he never acted gay," Wanda insisted.
Juandissimo looked at her.
"Not man on man commit adultery gay," Wanda added.
Juandissimo wordlessly agreed.
"I asked Timmy for time off just to visit Martin and apologize," Wanda said, "and I…"
"Saw those two going at it," Juandissimo finished, "I for one cannot see how a man can compare to a woman," he declared, "to gay love I'll always say no."
"Cosmo didn't," Wanda said sadly, "sorry I mean Martin," she said rolling her eyes.
"Wanda," Juandissimo declared, "I'll always be Juandissimo to you," he promised, "always!" he shouted.
Wanda groaned.
He's doing it again. – Wanda
Juandissimo hugged Wanda and kissed her head.
I'll have you soon my love. No matter what, I'll have you. – Juandissimo
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(Four Days Later at Midnight)
Martin grinned as two girls rubbed their chests against him. The club where Fred worked decided to have a big bash in his honour. Even Martin was invited.
At first he was nervous about being in a public place with his reputation. But the people who worked there were nice and social. Except for a few glares from patrons, Martin was having a really good time.
Martin soon sat away from Fred and just watched him and his friends chat and drink.
Martin soon felt left out.
Then he noticed a few girls staring at him. Soon two walked over.
Twins.
Really hot twins.
Hence Martin quickly discovered his like of the female anatomy and of course the company.
Not that he ever questioned liking females. He had a crush on Judy the moment he met her.
She was so pretty and nice. She even visited his apartment a few times. Martin never had the courage to ask her out however.
But right now he didn't mind.
"Oooh," the twins said and Martin blushed, "we were beginning to think that you didn't like us Martin," they said in unison.
Martin looked at the identical blue haired twins with double D's like they were nuts.
"Cherry, Blossom," Martin said, "what's not to like about two beautiful ladies?"
Cherry and Blossom giggled.
"We're not usually called ladies," they said together.
"Why not?" Martin asked.
"Some girls are jealous," Cherry said with a fake pout.
"Even some guys call us mean names," Blossom said in a baby voice.
"Well never you mind," Martin said putting an arm around each of them, "jealousy and jerks both start with J," he declared, "so let's kick J out of our vocabulary tonight," he suggested.
"Oh you're so smart Martin," Blossom declared loudly her breasts shaking in the pink mini tank top she wore along with a pink mini-skirt and pink pumps.
"We should have more guys like you here," Cherry declared and pressed Martin's head into her heaving bosom, "in fact," she said then grinned.
Blossom looked at Cherry quizzically.
"Martin," Cherry said leaning down to his ear, "have you ever…"
Martin's eyes popped open.
"Oh come on Cherry," Blossom whined, "he called us ladies."
Martin's face burned.
"You don't think bad of me?" Cherry asked giving Martin sad puppy dog eyes.
"Um, no, of course not," Martin said slowly, "your offer was…ahem."
"You're so innocent," Cherry said stroking his hair, "no wonder Fred keeps you so close."
"Don't want us bad girls stealing you away," Blossom said twirling one of her pigtails.
Martin laughed shyly.
"Oh don't get shy again," Cherry said in a baby voice, "you'll leave us."
"No I don't see any…" Martin declared immediately.
He stopped and went bright red.
"I think he's saying that we're too beautiful for him to go," Blossom said giggling.
"Aw you like us," Cherry said pressing him close.
"Yeah," Martin said enjoying the closeness.
Cherry brushed back her waist length hair.
While her sister wore ponytails, Cherry left her hair to flow in the breeze. Unlike Blossom, she chose a multi-coloured ensemble. Cherry wore a tight purple top, a pleated bright green mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, and blue high-heeled shoes. Her makeup consisted of purple eye shadow, red lipstick and blue nail polish.
Blossom's own was skin-based eye shadow, pink rogue on her cheeks, pink lip-gloss, and pink nail polish.
Neither wore jewellery during work hours. It was a steadfast rule between them to keep their valuables from being stolen.
"I have an idea," Blossom said giggling, "while Fred's occupied," she added pointing to Fred drinking and chatting with friends by the bar.
Martin let out an insecure sigh.
"Don't worry," Cherry said twirling Martin's green hair, "Fred won't mind."
All the same. –Martin
"Unless you don't like us," Blossom said in a sad baby voice.
"Of course I like you," Martin said, "both of you," he added.
"What a cutie pie," Cherry said pinching his cheeks, "we have to break him in now," she said looking at Blossom slyly.
Blossom smirked.
Martin suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Fred's going to be chatting with his friends until closing time you know," Blossom said leaning forward, "do you really want to be lonely?" she asked.
"Um, no," Martin admitted.
"Then let us show you a good time," Cherry said nibbling on his ear.
"Um," Martin squeaked, "okay," he agreed, "but…"
Blossom took out a strip of condoms from her cleavage.
"Actually I was going to say maybe we need to go to a place that's more private," Martin said.
The twins looked disappointed.
Great, how do I fix this? I know! – Martin
"You get to name the place," Martin added waving a credit card.
"You have a credit card?" Cherry squealed grabbing at it.
"Fred said only to use it for emergencies," Martin said grinning, "do you feel like there's an emergency?" he asked waving it around their faces.
Blossom grabbed it.
"Cell phone!" they cried and ran to their changing room.
They were gone for nearly half-an-hour.
"Maybe I shouldn't have let them use that card by themselves," Martin mused.
When the twins returned they wore happy but mischievous faces.
"Martin," they said in unison.
"What?" Martin asked tentatively.
"We were able to get some nice things," Cherry said sitting in his lap, "we just want to thank you."
Martin blushed.
She's not even complaining about my… - Martin.
"I like them fresh and inexperienced," Cherry commented pressing herself even further in his lap.
Martin moved back slightly. Completely put off by her fierce forwardness.
"We um, left the card in our changing room," Blossom said gently running a finger down his jaw line, "could you…come for it?" she asked.
"We promise to bring you right back," Cherry said stroking his hair, "Fred's over there with the bartender and friends," she reminded him, "he won't miss you while you're gone."
Martin looked to see Fred shouting and laughing with his friends. The higher stages of drunkenness obviously setting in.
"Lead the way," Martin said trying to be nice.
"You're so cordial," Cherry said giggling, "let's go," she said taking his hand and leading him to the dressing room.
Blossom followed behind grinning.
The moment they entered the dressing room, Blossom locked the door.
"This isn't about the credit card, is it?" Martin asked feeling nervous.
"We really like you Martin," Cherry said removing his denim jacket.
"Yeah," Blossom resounded sticking a hand under his brown sweat soaked shirt.
"Sorry um…I sweat when I'm nervous," Martin stuttered, "a lot in this case."
"Then I guess you need a wardrobe change," Cherry said simply.
"Wardrobe," Martin said, "but the only clothes here are lady clothes," he observed.
"Then I guess you just have to go naked then," Cherry said paying with his belt.
"Naked!" Martin cried.
"Oh come on," Blossom said loudly, "you've been hard since forever," she snapped, "don't you like girls."
"Yeah uh I mean…yeah," Martin admitted.
"Then let us take care of you," Cherry said removing his belt, "like you took care of us."
"We didn't refuse that credit card," Blossom pointed out.
"Yeah but you don't have to…" Martin started.
"But we want to," Cherry said unbuttoning his pants, "are you really going to say no?" she asked in a sad baby voice.
Martin felt conflicted for a second.
Just a second.
"Why not?" Martin said deciding rejecting hot ladies was as smart as rejecting a lottery win.
"Great," Blossom declared pushing him onto the red sofa, "just relax and let BC care of you."
"B…oh," Martin started then moaned, "you two are really forward aren't you?" he asked watching Blossom's head move as Cherry massaged his chest.
"You have no idea," Cherry whispered in his ear, "prepare to see paradise," she told him.
"I think I'm already there," Martin squeaked.
Cherry laughed.
"The fresh ones are always the most fun," Cherry declared, "even if he's been slightly housebroken," she added.
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"Twelve thousand dollars!" Fred shouted, "you got a night's fuck for twelve thousand dollars!"
"They used the credit card before…" Martin started.
"Twelve thousand dollars!" Fred shouted furious, "you don't even have a job!"
"I'm sorry okay," Martin apologized.
"Sorry!" Fred screamed.
Martin broke down in tears.
"Argh!" Fred roared and stormed out.
Martin went to his room and wiped away his tears.
If I had known those two bitches were money vipers I'd never have lent them that credit card. All I remember is waking up alone in the dressing room in my underwear and having Fred glaring at me. Whatever they gave me to drink while in there must've knocked me out. – Martin
But fact was fact. He had now made Fred twelve thousand dollars in debt. The card had a limit on not adding interest on up to five thousand dollars worth of credit in the first two months. But if you spent more than eight to ten thousand in that period, your in interest would be up to twenty-percent.
Fred said he could pay off two thousand immediately. The rest would take time.
Too much time when you also had twenty percent interest to pay off.
"What am I going to do?" Martin wondered.
Then Martin saw a magazine. After flipping through he saw something he could do.
"Yes!" Martin cried.
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It was 10 pm when Martin happily returned to the apartment.
Sitting inside were seven of Fred's friends.
"He's still looking for you," a lanky brown haired man said.
Martin sighed.
"I left a note," Martin said.
"You didn't say where," a blonde man pointed out.
"Stewart, I…." Martin started, "he was already mad," he said, "I didn't want to make a scene."
"Well you didn't make it better by running off," Stewart pointed out, "Fred's worried sick."
"I'm just a lead weight aren't I?" Martin asked hanging his head.
Five of the seven present nodded.
"You really need your own place," the brown haired man spoke again, "and I'm Jet by the way," he added.
"Hi Jet, Stewart, everyone," Martin said solemnly.
Just then Fred burst in.
"You," Fred snarled.
"I won six grand!" Martin shouted upon seeing him.
Everyone else's mouth hit the floor.
"Si….Si…Si…," Fred stuttered.
"And since paying back more than half in the first week kills the interest," Martin continued.
"I won't pay twenty percent!" Fred cried, "Martin you're a genius!" he declared.
"I thought we were kicking him out," Stewart blurted out.
Martin's horrified face dawned with realization.
"So that's why you're here," Martin realized looking at the seven, "to help him boot me out."
"Sorry," Stewart said looking away.
"You need your own place," Jet emphasised.
"Prince says he can live with me," a flamboyant platinum blonde haired man spoke, "I don't mind dumb but handsome."
"I'm not dumb," Martin said dangerously.
Most of the seven went, "Hmph."
Martin's face showed he was upset.
"Martin," Fred started.
"Jet's right," Martin said, "I should get my own place," he stated.
"You can't live on your own Martin," Fred tried again.
"Yes I can," Martin said loudly, "I've stayed here alone without burning the building down," he said, "all I have to do now is also work for a living," he added.
"Where?" Fred demanded.
"As a packager," Martin said proudly, "Mr. Jordan left me a number."
"That's how you're going to pay Fred back?" Jet asked, "packaging is going to give you between four to six grand?"
There were a few chuckles.
"Martin, I'm going to be in the army soon," Fred said, "the apartment is yours 'til I return," he offered.
Martin shook his head.
"I need to be independent," Martin said firmly, "I can't keep depending on your forever."
Fred's head hung down.
"Where are you going?" Fred asked.
"I'll find a place," Martin responded, "goodbye."
"Good luck," Stewart said.
"Good riddance," Jet muttered.
"Martin…" Fred started.
Martin walked out without responding.
"…do you want your photos," Fred finished.
Chapter 11Sorry for the long period of absence. I will update this story more often now. I'll complete it latest October. No the rating change won't make the story more sexual in any extreme way. This chapter will pretty much be the most sexual chapter (I'm not doing detailed Cosmo Crocker, sorry but…no). The rating change is just for prevention. I just had a sudden feeling something might happen if I left it at T (possibly certain 'haters' might find a deleting excuse). So the basic story line won't change and will be for the most part a T story. I really doubt anyone came reading this for a sexual odyssey, I mean really. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter and please give me your thoughts in your reviews. Oh and by the way. Martin entered a cooking contest, just so you know.