Leanne (Chapter Two)

The Story Continues.

“Where the fucking hell have you be…” Rob stood at the top of the stairs, arms akimbo, his face red with rage. Midway through the sentence, he realise Leanne looked as if she had been in a train wreck.

“What the fuck happened to you?” He yelled, not moving off of his spot to allow her to pass. “Fucking hell Leanne, you smell like a whore and you’re covered in goo. Where have you been?”

“Having a fucking good time.” She answered and pushed past him.

“What is that supposed to mean?” But he knew already that his girlfriend was splattered with spunk and judging by the amount, it was with more than one donor.

“It means Rob, that I fucked a group of strangers in the car park on the common. It means I got well and truly reamed and it means I swallowed cock and cum till I was totally buggered and covered in it.” She paused to take a breath while he stared open mouthed at her. “It means Rob; that you can fuck off. You’re extra to use”.

Leanne headed for the bedroom, but Rob was not finished with her.

“You did what? You fucking slut. How many of them?”

“I gave up counting”. She rounded on him and screamed, “And, if I’m a slut, what does that make you eh? Is it alright for you to go fucking around but not me? Is that it? Eh?”

“I ain’t been fucking around.” He answered, defensively.

“Oh yeah, so what’s the fucking video you left playing on your laptop? Jill has a nice arse don’t she?” She spat at him venomously.

He looked shocked, trapped and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came for a moment.

“So lover boy, as I said, you can fuck off. I don’t need you anymore.”

“Half the flat is mine.”

“Half the stuff in this flat is your shit, but the flat belongs to Daddy remember?” She knew she had won and could see the defeat in his eyes. “And, do you know what? I am going to do the whole thing again, perhaps even make a fucking movie, just like you and my ex-friend Jill did.” She drove the knife home, straight between his second and third rib. Her word held a barb that ensured maximum damage.

“Leanne, I can explain…” He began, but was cut off as she rounded on him and screamed.

“Explain… Explain. What the fuck can you say to explain fucking my best friend and then, if that wasn’t enough, making a fucking video of it. Explain that away you total shit?” She paused for a breath and an effort to get her rage under control. “I can’t believe you’d fuck Jill. I can’t believe she would fuck you. She is going to get it… fucking big time. Now, fuck off Rob. Take your stuff and just fuck off. I don’t want to see you again.”

He stood, transfixed, suddenly lost and realising that he had nowhere to go. Leanne could read his thoughts.

“Why not piss off to Jill’s? She seems to like you well enough and a damned site more than I do.”

“Look Leanne, calm down okay? It was a one off thing, it meant nothing.” He spread his hands in supplication and an effort to retrieve the situation.

“Calm down? You want me to calm down? Rob, I gotta tell you, if I were calm, you would be fucking murdered in cold blood. I’m going for a shower to wash this shit off me. You had better be gone when I get out, otherwise, you might just find out how fucking angry I am when I have calmed down. Go on, fuck off.” She dropped her ruined dress to the floor and gave him a glimpse of just how much cum had covered her body and soaked into her bra.

An hour later, after she had washed the collective mess left by her temporary lovers and spent a little time making sure her ass was thoroughly cleaned. Leanne sat on the edge of her bed, drying her hair and plotting her revenge. Rob had obviously just thrown some clothes into a sports bag and taken her advice. He was nowhere to be seen. She hoped that he hadn’t gone to Jill’s for succour because she didn’t want Jill to know just yet, that she had been rumbled.

“Hi Jill. Have you seen Rob?” She asked over the phone. She made an effort to keep her voice moderated.

“No I haven’t seen him for a couple of days. Is everything okay?”

“We had a fight…” That wasn’t a lie and was a safe statement. “… I could do with a friend right now. Can you come over?” She tried just about the right amount of pleading to appeal to her friend’s sense of sympathy.

“Sure, I’ll bring a bottle shall I?”

“Okay.”

“See you in a few minutes.”

Leanne hung up and loaded the CD that Rob and her erstwhile best friend had made. She realised that it had been made at Jill’s flat. She recognised the curtains and furniture.

The door bell rang. Leanne buzzed Jill in and pressed play on the machine. Jill’s ass played on the large plasma screen on the wall. The sound was down, seeing her friend getting royally fucked by Rob was bad enough, listening to her scream his name as she was obviously having a fantastic orgasm, was a step too far.

“Hi Leanne, I brought a bottle. So what… Oh!” She recognised what was playing on the large screen and stood in shocked silence as his cock was pounding her pussy as she rode him.

“I threw Rob out and, before I kick the shit out of you, wanted to give you a chance to explain, if you can. Explain why my best friend would fuck my boyfriend, the guy I was going to marry. Can you explain that?” Leanne rose from the settee, full of threat, which was implied by her posture. Her hands made into fists and her complexion ruddy from anger.

Jill stepped back automatically. Her mouth formed a moue of surprise and shock at the level of rage she was facing.

“I… I can’t explain it Leanne, it just sort of happened.” She dropped the bottle of wine on the table next to her and made ready to run, keeping her hand on the door handle so that she could put the door between them if needed. “I’m sorry. Really, I am so sorry.”

“Why Jill, why did you do it? I thought we were friends. Fuck me Jill, we’ve known each other since we were three. I trusted you above all else and this is how you repay me? She nodded towards the screen where Jill and Rob were still joined in lust and fucking towards a climax.

“I’m truly sorry. As I said, it just happened. It was just the one time.” She put her palm up in a placating gesture.

“How could it just have happened, you made a fucking video for chrissakes. Did it just happen to be recording when Rob jumped you? It takes time to set the fucking machine up, it takes planning, not some spur of the moment fucking job? Jill, you fucked my boyfriend, you fucked him and recorded the fucking thing. How could you?” Tears coursed down her cheeks. Tears of anger and frustration that she hadn’t hit her friend, tears of betrayal, her vision was blurred which was probably a good thing because it meant she couldn’t line her friends face up to be slapped.

“Rob told me he had left you. Actually, he told me you had thrown him out. He was looking for sympathy and somehow, we ended up in bed. The video was his idea. I don’t even have a recorder. It seems we were both tricked by him.” Jill took a step towards Leanne, wanting to throw her arms around her and try and make it all better.

“Don’t Jill. Right now, I could fucking kill you. Best you just go.” Leanne turned away and hit the eject button on the remote. “You can take that as a souvenir.”

“I can’t leave you like this Leanne.” She didn’t know what to say, but didn’t want to leave with things unsettled between them.

“You really need to go Jill. I want some time to myself and then we will see.”

“Okay. I’ll call you, okay?” Jill didn’t want to press things, realising Leanne needed some time to get over the anger she was feeling right now. She left, shutting the door behind her. Leaving the wine and the CD and only remembering it after the front door had closed behind her.

Leanne sobbed. Hiding her face in her hands as her shoulders heaved with each wracking sob threatened to overwhelm her. She had never felt quite as alone as she did this moment in time. Never felt so betrayed and never felt quite so friendless. Hers was a forlorn sight and lasted for a few days.

She had had her revenge on Rob. The escapade with Barry and the others from the pub flew around as a hot topic, growing in wildness as the telling went from one to another. Strangely, her reputation grew alongside the embellishments. Instead of thinking her a slut, those that knew she had slung Rob out and the reason for his expulsion, marvelled at her brazenness and her sense of revenge. She quickly passed into folk law as someone who had shown bravery akin to that on the battle field. Rob didn’t fare so well and was universally shunned.

Some months later, her doorbell rang. Leanne picked up the receiver on the door intercom.

“Who is it?” She asked, not expecting anyone.

“Um… Hi Leanne. It’s Barry.” The disembodied voice announced.

“Barry who?”

“From the pub, you know, from the common.”

“Oh.” The mental picture ran through her mind. “What do you want Barry?”

“Well, I was hoping you might like to come out for a drink.” It had taken Barry a few days to pluck up the courage to push her door bell.

“Er… No, it’s okay Barry. I’m… er… a little busy right now.” What she really wanted to say was, fuck off you creep. Having him in the car park was one thing, but having him as a boyfriend was something else entirely.

“Oh! Okay. See you around perhaps.” He removed his finger from the intercom.

His prospective call started her thinking. She didn’t want a boyfriend right now, but since her legendary episode in the car park, she hadn’t been laid and suddenly missed it. Up to now, she had been too busy feeling sorry for herself and licking wounds. But, Barry ringing her doorbell suddenly tuned her out of that phase, no, it was time to get back into the world, but on her own terms.

She realised that, although her actions had been out of spite and in revenge towards the betrayal of Rob and Jill, she had really enjoyed the feeling of being used by any number of strangers. She remembered the total climax as their cocks used her body to dump their loads in. Then the thought struck her. Well, why not?

Not really thinking it through, she rushed to the window, flipped up the bottom sash and yelled at Barry’s retreating back.

“Barry, get up here right now.” Barry turned and began to walk back. One or two people in the street also looked up, mildly interested and then hurriedly turned away as she flipped them the bird.

A few minutes later, Barry was standing on her threshold, nervously wringing his hands together and not feeling terribly sure of himself.

“Oh come in for God’s sake”. She thought him a bit pathetic. His clothing didn’t help the situation where fashion had bypassed him by some measure. “Want a drink?”

“Um, no, it’s alright.” He stepped into her hall, looking like a condemned man.

“Okay…” Leanne started with no preamble. “… I want you to help me arrange for another…” She searched for the right word for a second, “… gangbang.” His face bordered on comical as her question settled into his mind. “Do you think you can do that?”

He squirmed a little and then nodded slowly as the thought permeated into his consciousness.

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