Chapter 4

Pam walked up the stone steps of her apartment building and put the key in the main door lock. She turned to watch the taxi drive down the street before entering the building. Her time in the cab gave her the chance to come to terms with her own ridiculousness.

She moved slowly and heavy footed as she climbed the three flights of stairs to her apartment door. She’d just put the key in the lock when the door was flung open before she could turn the key. Fiana looked surprised to discover Pam as she stood in the doorway with her hair in disarray and her thin slip barely covering her breasts.

“Why are you home?” she asked with agitated confusion.

The ice in the glass of scotch that she clutched close to her chest clanked against the side of the glass in rhythm with her heavy breasts that heaved, as if from exertion.

“Did I spoil your party?” Pam asked bitterly as she pushed her way passed Fiana and into the apartment.

It was obvious that Fiana was up to her old tricks again. Pam wondered why she stayed. It was getting more and more difficult to do so, but her life with her Russian lover was the only good she knew; the only good she had ever known, or at least could remember. Fiana had a way of making her feel alive and sensual, so she stayed in hopes of salvaging what little they had left and turning back the clock to the good old days when it was just them; in love and loving and the rest of the world be damned.

Fiana stood motionless with her eyes closed for a moment and then tossed down the rest of the amber brew in her Waterford tumbler. She shook her head and squared her shoulders as she slowly closed the door behind Pam.

“Not at all,” she whispered softly.

Pam set her purse down on the coffee table and kicked off her shoes. She looked around the living room and then into the kitchen. The place was in total disarray. Pizza boxes lay open on the sofa and the kitchen table. Empty liquor bottles lay on their sides on the living room floor. A pair of unfamiliar denim jeans were thrown across the living room chair. She eyed the jeans warily before walking into the bedroom; with Fiana following slowly behind.

The scene caused Pam to stop in her tracks at the threshold of the door. A naked, well-built man and sumptuous woman lay across the bed on their backs as they languidly smoked a joint. Ignoring Pam, the woman looked over at Fiana and smiled while reaching her hand out toward her.

“Come,” she moaned.

Pam stared boldly at the deep curves of the woman’s body. Under different circumstances her large, full breasts and round, inviting figure would have been alluring. But now they only served to enrage her.

“Get them out!” she spat.

“You’re home early,” Fiana said matter-of-factly.  She seemed unruffled by Pam’s agitation as she traced her lips with her tongue and her intoxicated eyes roamed over the nude couple on the bed. “I get lonely you know. This place gets stifling. It is like a hell.”

Pam seemingly ignored the couple as she stripped off her clothing.

“I’m going to take a shower and I expect them to be gone by the time I’m done,” she said firmly.

Fiana moved slowly, almost sensually toward Pam and folded her in her arms. Pam remained stiff and unresponsive. Her day had been difficult and confusing and she wanted to be alone to sort out her thoughts. Finding Fiana with this couple was the final straw. She pushed her away and started toward the bathroom.

Fiana grabbed Pam’s arm and gently, but firmly, pulled her back into an embrace that prohibited movement. Pam struggled briefly and then stopped. She was too tired to fight, too tired to move. Her body relaxed as Fiana gently stroked her cheek.

Pleased with her victory, Fiana slid her hand down Pam’s neck until she reached her firm breast. She took her index finger and began tracing Pam’s tightening nipple.

Although her body was relaxed and starting to respond, Pam maintained enough control to resist.

“I’m tired. I’m taking a shower,” she said as eyes rested hostilely on the naked couple. “Clean up this place.”

Fiana seemingly ignored Pam while she continued to play with her nipple. She traced Pam’s neck with her strong tongue while her fingers grew more aggressive with her breast. Although still motionless, Pam’s fickle body was beginning to respond.  Encouraged, Fiana worked her tongue down and engulfed the fullness of Pam’s breast with her lips, suckling demandingly. Pam groaned lustily and gently pulled Fiana’s face up to hers. They kissed long and hard while they moved their entwined bodies into the bathroom and closed the door behind them.

Fiana popped her head back out of the bathroom door long enough to ask the couple, in a gentle and po-lite manner, to leave. The couple looked at each other longingly before shrugging their shoulders in disappointment and gathering their belongings.