Cheater - Part 13 - 8K

The following Monday finds Blondie at work, sitting at her desk in the back room of her catering business. At first glance, one might think she's reviewing some business records, untouched piles of receipts sitting in front of her, but working would be the furthest thing on her mind. Visions of Alexander play in her head, over and over, the young man relentlessly pounding her from behind...right up until Cookie walked in, scaring the bejesus out of them.

The blonde housewife has little fear of the young woman outing them to Dagwood, she'd practically cheer-led the pair into hooking up in the first place, but wondering what the younger woman's ulterior motives are has made for several fitful nights of little to no sleep. Even sitting down for their usual Spaghetti Saturday, not hours after she'd caught Alexander deep inside Blonide's ass, Cookie simply toyed with them. Remarks about being 'stuffed' (with pasta), commenting about the 'doughnut holes' she'd snacked on earlier that day, etc, etc...dozens of thinly veiled innuendo that, thankfully, Dagwood seemed completely oblivious to.

Tootsie: You look like you haven't slept in a week. Is that lil' stallion of yours keepin' you up all night?

Blondie blinks back to reality, looking up at the grinning brunette...she hadn't even noticed her best friend standing in the doorway. They'd chatted about what she and Alexander had been up to the previous week, Tootsie and Herb having gotten an eyeful of jouncing breasts through their neighbor's kitchen window. Naturally, she'd questioned the nature of the two's new-found relationship...not so much demonizing it, but rather, questioning its longevity. What if Dagwood catches on, that sort of thing?

Blondie: Cookie walked in on us while we were... Ummm... You know...

Tootsie: Fucking like Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom was filming you?

Blondie scrunches her nose, giving the woman a look of disgust. Tootsie in turn wobbles her head with a faux-looking smile, her descriptive reply having had the desired effect.

Tootsie: So, she's... What...? Weirded out? Angry?

Blondie: She practically hooked us up, so no.

Tootsie: And now that she's witnessed her handiwork, she's... Jealous maybe?

Blondie: Jealous? Jealous of...

Blondie blinks for a few seconds, letting Tootsie's words sink in. It hadn't even occurred to her that the young blonde might want to...

Blondie: Oh, Jesus. Do you really think she's...? That they could...?

Tootsie: She's young, eager, and at that experimentation age. - and- By your own admission, -he- is very well endowed.

Blondie: ...and they're home alone today.

Blondie doesn't have to make any excuses for leaving early, practically bolting out the door to the parking lot beyond. Throwing her car in gear, she chirps the tires as she exits the lot. Back in the catering shop Tootsie and their new pastry chef, Maya, stare out the front window at the sudden spectacle.

Maya: Dios mío! What's that all about?

Tootsie: Trouble at home.

Pedal to the metal and a few angry hand gestures from other drivers along the way, the housewife jerks to a halt in her driveway. It's midday and both of their cars are here...that's not a good sign.

Through the front door and to the stairs, Blonide completely ignores Daisy, the dog furiously wagging her tail in expectation of a pat on the head. The dog in tow, she bolts up the stairs, high heels and dog toenails clattering and clicking up the hardwood steps. Cookie's door is open, and Blondie glances inside to see if she is there. It's empty, leaving only Alexander's room...the blonde woman stops shy of reaching for the doorknob, cocking her head to listen for any goings on.

Sure enough, as she'd feared, Blondie could hear a woman's voice...moaning. Blondie twists the knob and pushes the door open, fully expecting to find the pair in the throws of passion. What she finds, however, is the two youngsters sitting on the edge of Alexander's bed, a game controller in their hands...and, much to Blondie's relief, they're both fully clothed. Both of them wheel around at the sudden intrusion, simultaneously raising an eyebrow at the wide-eyed and somewhat frantic-looking intruder.

Cookie: Uhhhh... You're home early. You... You okay?

Blondie: I... I...

Blondie glances at the television screen, paying little mind to Daisy as she skitters past. The housewife blinks, slightly taken aback by what she's seeing...on the screen are two computer-generated characters in the front seat of a car, the woman character groaning as she goes down on the other in first-person perspective.

Blondie: Ummm... What are you two playing?

Cookie: Taking the 'hooker challenge' in GTA-5. Most solicitations wins. (cocks her thumb at Alexander) He's winning.

Blondie can only nod her head, her mouth agape and at a loss for words.

Cookie: I -was- about to start cheating... Until -you- burst in.

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Original Art by Roger Bacon

Commissioned and Colors by Phillipthe2