Fantasy The Day Before The Day by TMaskedWriter

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"She got to all of them. And she's back to Helen while she's in town. She's waiting for you on Skype."

"And let me guess: You two can't stop or cum until after I talk to her." Troy nodded again. Brenda continued mindlessly bouncing on his cock, unaware that Julie had even entered the room. "Ok, THIS! This has just made the top of my 'If I had a time machine' list: Kill Hitler, stop myself from shoving you into the pool on your 6th birthday, invest on the ground floor of IBM; foursome with you, JFK, and Audrey Munson; and don't teach her how to do our thing!"

"You...ungh...didn't have...mnn...to invite her...ohh..."

Julie walked to the minibar and grabbed two little bottles of bourbon. "And let her find out on her own? And that she wasn't invited? That's, like, how every fairy tale begins, Troy, and I said I didn't want a fairy tale wedding!"

Their conversation was cut short by the sound of an incoming call on Skype. Julie walked over to the laptop, took a deep breath, slammed the contents of one of the bottles, and hit Answer. The screen filled with the image of a woman with short black hair and long, curled bangs. An emerald tiara sat on her head, matching her earrings and necklace. A smile of delight was on her face.

"Julie, dear," she said as if they'd just bumped into each other on the street. "How delightful to see you!"

"Helen," she replied as if she'd just bumped into someone she'd hoped to never see again on the street. "You're looking well."

"That's Contessa to you, and I'm looking SENSATIONAL, darling!"

"Ok, Cuntessa. I see you got the invitation."

Helen gave a wink and kept smiling. If she'd picked up on the "cuntessa" thing, she ignored it.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world! And you got the laptop. It's yours, just the first of my four presents for your big day. Don't worry, there's nothing nefarious on it. The box is for Troy, he can open it after we talk."

"And I suppose some Best Buy cashier is out of a job for letting you walk out with it."

"Nonsense! Paid cash in full," she said, waving the receipt in front of the screen so Julie could see it, holding her thumb over the price. "I don't have to do things like that anymore if I don't want to, and I wouldn't skimp for my oldest, dearest friends on their special day. Now, be a peach and take me over to the other couch. I can barely hear you over your hot librarian."

Julie took a deep breath, carried the laptop over to the coffee table by the other couch in the room and sat down at it. "Her name's Brenda, and she's not 'ours,' Cuntessa."

"Oh, they never are these days, are they? When did you stop calling them fucktoys again?"

"After Madrid, when I saw you last."

"You should have stayed with me. The Count had a cousin who was a Baron. Not as loaded, but just as old and with just as bad a heart. You could have fucked him into an attack in half the time I took, and Baroness Julie has a lovely ring to it."

"Yeah, see, I'm not greedy enough to kill someone for their money and title."

"Nonsense again! The Count passed with a smile on his face banging a woman a quarter his age. What man doesn't dream of going out like that?"

"Mine," Julie responded, cracking open the second bottle. Helen bristled for a second at that and Julie took a victory sip from the bottle. "What did you do to Susan?"

"Who? Oh, the other one. Don't worry, I had her pegged for one of Troy's little 'wounded birds' right off. I'm sure the poor dear's suffered enough, so I just had her take a nap, she'll wake up whenever you want. And he was mine first, honey. So were you, come to think of it."

"And I won't deny it was fun, but you always take things too far, Contessa!"

"Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers out there are starving to death. You, me, him, we've all got an advantage over them, why SHOULDN'T we use it?"

Julie took another drink. "Because we don't know who else out there has it too! What if there's some group of people who can do this and won't appreciate high profile stuff like marrying royalty and dealerships just GIVING us flashy sports cars? Or some government group? We could all wind up..."