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Chris

“Jesus, Carli! What the hell are you doing here?”

Lying across Tyler, I feel him stiffen as soon as she speaks.

“I’d like to ask you the same question, Chris. What the hell are you doing?” She hits me with a couch pillow. “I thought you were past your whoring ways? I thought this guy in New York was the man for you?” Tossing another pillow, I turn slightly to grab it midair. “I’m pissed at you!”

“Fuck, Carli! Stop it!” Moving off of Tyler, backing out of his body, I stand up to dispose of the used condom.

I hand him the pillow projectile. “Here,” I say before rounding on her again.

“Chris, I was worried about you --”

“Carli. Stop, woman. Slow your role. You don’t understand.”

She tosses another pillow. “Oh, I understand you...you…you twiddling whore that will lead any pretty bobble home!”

I reach down and hand Tyler his pants and shirt. “The bedroom is over there, Tyler.”

“Oh, I’m okay. I’m not shy.” Gripping his pants, he slips them on. “I assume this is Carli?”

Just before Carli is about to open another can of whoop-ass on me, I introduce them. “This is Tyler. Tyler, this is Carli Crown.”

Taking a second to process what I’ve said, she turns to Tyler, slightly pinked. “You’re Tyler? Like, New York, gorgeous, sweet, I want to know more of, Tyler?”

He smirks. “I assume so.” He holds his hand out to her. “It’s nice to meet you, Carli.”

Putting both her arms behind her, “Oh. No. No. I don’t shake hands after sex until you’re washed up, mister. I have three babies at home. If one of them got sick I’d pay for it for weeks.”

“Three babies? When did you—”

“Chris I love you, but you are dense. Crown is my third baby. That man can’t handle a gunshot wound, how do you think he’d handle a cold?” Carli still hasn’t come fully into the apartment. She’s hunkered down by the couch -- where there are still three projectiles, so I stay on the ready.

“So you came to check on me? I love you, Car.” Moving to give her a hug—still naked by the way—she steps back.

I laugh of course, as I was only teasing her.

“Put that junk away, mister. And go have a shower. You smell like sex.” Stepping into the apartment, walking to the kitchen and pulling down a glass, she fills it with water as she talks over her shoulder. “I’m glad it wasn’t you stuffing a sock with someone you shouldn’t be. But I’m still not hugging you, as you smell like sweat and porn.” Sipping at her glass, eyeing the room, she inspects it. Looking for, or at, something.

“What, Car?”

“I was just wondering what that remote is for?” Her smirky, smarmy, devilishly scary smile tells me she’s about to cause trouble.

Not forgetting that there’s a large toy in my ass, I try to avoid the response she’s looking for. Moving towards my jogging pants I left on the couch, I try to hide my ass from her. The tight feeling is making it hard to move, but I won’t let on. Sticking the joggers on one leg at a time, the toy makes me giggle. Trying to keep it in, I mask it with a cough.

“What remote?”

Hands on her hips, she points to the remote on the table. “Ha-ha. Funny man. I know what an A&E remote looks like.”

Tyler snickers as he comes back from washing up in the bathroom. “Do you have stocks in the store? I wouldn’t know the difference if you asked.”

“Oh, she knows the difference between cheap and good toys.”

“And I’m sure you know I can castrate you from fifty feet away with a spoon if necessary,” Carli snarls, and I laugh.

“You’re right, Chris. She’s as fun as Julia,” Tyler states as he grabs a seat at the table, the one we just shoved to the side during our interlude.

“She’ll gut you just as quick too.” She narrows her eyes. I swear she might grab up that remote just to prove a point.

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