01-04-2019, 11:34 AM
(Reuters) San Finzione: NEWSFLASH: CONTESSA HELENA DE SAN FINZIONE RUSHED TO HOSPITAL FOLLOWING ASSASINATION ATTEMPT - CONDITION UNKNOWN
She dropped her phone and scrambled out of the bed, inadvertently kicking Rachel in her breast and Claire in her stomach. The two women woke to see her quickly slip on her panties and putting on her bra. Rachel was the first to speak.
"Hey, you ok?"
"Yeah," Susan replied, fumbling with the hooks before giving up and throwing her dress over everything. "I mean, no. I mean, I'm ok. Something's happened to Helen. She's been attacked."
The other two sat up. All the movement began to wake Sharon and Brenda as well.
Susan picked up her phone and dialed a number. There was a click as the overseas connection was made. She was sent to voicemail and hung up. She tried Troy's number, and then Julie's. Both went straight to voicemail.
"Shit!" She said, causing the other four women to respond with half-awake questions.
"Both their phones are off," Susan half-explained to the other women, half-examined the situation aloud to herself as she hurried to the entryway; slipping her purse onto her shoulder as she put on her shoes. "They wouldn't do that unless Julie made it home ok. Troy would have been asleep when she got in, so her surprise worked. He's too overjoyed to see his Best Friend and Beloved Wife home safe to be mad... no, Troy doesn't get mad, he gets upset... for not letting him know she'd be on the road after dark. He figures out that's why we decided to have a 'spontaneous' girls weekend;' they probably say something sweet about all of us, and that's when they turn off their phones and she crawls into bed, and THIS is why I don't fucking do strappy heels!"
She finished getting her shoes on and looked back into the bedroom to see the other women starting to disentangle as Rachel's hand searched the nightstand for the remote that she couldn't see from her angle had dropped onto the floor. Susan walked back into the room, picked it up, handed it to her. Rachel tossed it toward the other women, telling them to turn on the news.
"I have to go," Susan told Rachel, looking into her eyes, but not with any effort to control the other woman. "I know she's not exactly a friend, but Troy and Julie are either fucking or snuggling each other's brains out right now and she's THEIR oldest friend..." Rachel sat up and pulled her forward, stopping the sentence with a deep kiss. When the kiss broke, she replied.
"Honestly, I get it, you have to." Susan smiled and reached back into her purse to fiddle for her keys as the other women nodded and said words of assent. She turned to Claire and spoke. Behind Claire, Sharon had turned on the TV and started searching for a news channel. Brenda suggested that international news would have more information than the American networks.
"I don't know how long this is going to be. I might not be in Monday."
"You made me cum four times tonight, lady. However long you need, your job will be here whenever you get back." Susan smiled again and found the keys, turning back to walk out of the apartment.
"I got the best boss lady." Susan said, closing the door. Her smile turned to a frown when it shut just as the newscaster's voice coming from the bedroom said the word "critical."
She dropped her phone and scrambled out of the bed, inadvertently kicking Rachel in her breast and Claire in her stomach. The two women woke to see her quickly slip on her panties and putting on her bra. Rachel was the first to speak.
"Hey, you ok?"
"Yeah," Susan replied, fumbling with the hooks before giving up and throwing her dress over everything. "I mean, no. I mean, I'm ok. Something's happened to Helen. She's been attacked."
The other two sat up. All the movement began to wake Sharon and Brenda as well.
Susan picked up her phone and dialed a number. There was a click as the overseas connection was made. She was sent to voicemail and hung up. She tried Troy's number, and then Julie's. Both went straight to voicemail.
"Shit!" She said, causing the other four women to respond with half-awake questions.
"Both their phones are off," Susan half-explained to the other women, half-examined the situation aloud to herself as she hurried to the entryway; slipping her purse onto her shoulder as she put on her shoes. "They wouldn't do that unless Julie made it home ok. Troy would have been asleep when she got in, so her surprise worked. He's too overjoyed to see his Best Friend and Beloved Wife home safe to be mad... no, Troy doesn't get mad, he gets upset... for not letting him know she'd be on the road after dark. He figures out that's why we decided to have a 'spontaneous' girls weekend;' they probably say something sweet about all of us, and that's when they turn off their phones and she crawls into bed, and THIS is why I don't fucking do strappy heels!"
She finished getting her shoes on and looked back into the bedroom to see the other women starting to disentangle as Rachel's hand searched the nightstand for the remote that she couldn't see from her angle had dropped onto the floor. Susan walked back into the room, picked it up, handed it to her. Rachel tossed it toward the other women, telling them to turn on the news.
"I have to go," Susan told Rachel, looking into her eyes, but not with any effort to control the other woman. "I know she's not exactly a friend, but Troy and Julie are either fucking or snuggling each other's brains out right now and she's THEIR oldest friend..." Rachel sat up and pulled her forward, stopping the sentence with a deep kiss. When the kiss broke, she replied.
"Honestly, I get it, you have to." Susan smiled and reached back into her purse to fiddle for her keys as the other women nodded and said words of assent. She turned to Claire and spoke. Behind Claire, Sharon had turned on the TV and started searching for a news channel. Brenda suggested that international news would have more information than the American networks.
"I don't know how long this is going to be. I might not be in Monday."
"You made me cum four times tonight, lady. However long you need, your job will be here whenever you get back." Susan smiled again and found the keys, turning back to walk out of the apartment.
"I got the best boss lady." Susan said, closing the door. Her smile turned to a frown when it shut just as the newscaster's voice coming from the bedroom said the word "critical."
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