Your Favorite Girl (YFG Series) (18 page)

"We could drug them,"
she said, one of many sordid suggestions.  "It would be hilarious watching them go at it."

"Is that against the rules?"

"Sort of.  Technically I'm the only employee allowed to take the Libido Drug--and only when meeting clients.  You know how that works.  But who's gonna know?"

"What if they tell someone?"

She smiled confidently.  "They're both scared of me--especially Judy.  They'll do whatever I say."

It took us a while to agree upon
a plan.  Kate's ideas turned very dark.  She wanted to tie them up, videotape them for use as blackmail later on, all kinds of crazy things.  I had to talk her down from each scenario she created.  In some instances all I could do was soften her intentions.

In the end, we knew only how we would go about drugging them.
  At some point in the evening, I offer to make everyone a fresh drink.  In the process, I spike the drinks intended for Judy and Murphy.  Kate insists upon giving a toast, to ensure everyone drinks at the same time.  Then she and I kick back and observe the results.

I would have to keep her in check beyond that point.

The discussion went well into the early evening, disrupted only once, when Pete arrived to bring the food we'd ordered, a sandwich apiece and party trays for later.

"Eight o'clock, don't forget," I told him at the door.

He just nodded and walked away quickly.

"I still don't see wha
t Pete has to do with anything," Kate said when I returned to the couch.

I'd prepared for this. 
She didn't want him invited.  "You have to present the illusion of a party," I explained, "so Judy and Murphy won't feel singled out.  They're extremely smart people.  They could get suspicious."

"Are we going to let him watch?"

"We could drug him, too."

Her face lit up all over again and she clapped her hands together.  "Yes!  Oh my God, that's perfect.  Judy's going to be so humiliated tomorrow."

It took everything I had not to scream at her right then and there.  That was when I decided to change the plans.

We prepared the room shortly before eight.  T
rays of food, fresh glasses and buckets of ice for drinks, plenty of liquor and weed, and an assortment of music at the ready.  Kate dimmed the lights and put on a jazz album while I changed into a pair of black leggings and a long, fitted white t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off.

With a few minutes to go, Kate hurried to the closet, grabbed something quickly--a red wad of something she'd picked out while we discussed the logistics--and ran to the shower room.

Pete arrived right at eight o'clock.  He'd probably stood outside the door staring at his watch with his fist raised, ready to knock right on time.  I immediately made him a whiskey and coke, which he tried to refuse.  "Oh, no, I've never drank before."

"Come on, it's a party," I said, pushing the glass into his hand.

He took a reluctant sip and grimaced, but I stared him down and without a word he drank half the glass, finishing with, "There's too much alcohol in this."

"How would you know?  You've never drank."

"Is Kate drinking?" he asked, searching the room for her.

"She's in the bathroom
, and yes she's already had two martinis."

He spoke next in a whisper.  "So do you think . . . it could really happen?"

"Just be yourself, Pete.  Have some fun.  Don't think too much."

A knock at the door made him jump.

"Are we in trouble?" he asked frantically.  "Maybe I'm not supposed to be drinking."

"Relax," I said, opening the door
and greeting Judy and Murphy.  They looked like a couple of Mormons the way they were dressed.  Judy was actually smiling.  Murphy, on the other hand, looked nauseous and irritated, like he'd just eaten too much of something he didn't enjoy.

Judy pushed her glasses up
and said, "Thanks for inviting us.  No one's ever thrown a party here before."

"We were supposed to have a movie night," Murphy grumbled.

"We do that all the time, though," Judy said, more to me than to Murphy.

"Wait
, are you guys dating?" I asked.

"No," Murphy said.

Judy looked embarrassed, so I grabbed her hand and pulled her inside, leaving Murphy to solve the riddle of how to enter without an invitation.

I made Judy and myself a mixed drink of pomegranate-flavored vodka, orange juice, and a splash of pineapple juice.  She, too, sipped reluctantly, but her eyes widened and she pulled back saying, "This is great, thank you!"

"Be careful with that," Murphy said, finally lumbering inside.  "She's never drank before."

"Nei
ther have you," Judy fired back, though she tried to make it sound like she was kidding around.

"
This is my first time drinking, too," Pete squeaked.  "I don't think I like it."

"You'll like the second one," I said.  "Looks
like we have a roomful of booze virgins."

"Sex virgins, too.
"  I turned to see Kate emerge from the shower room corridor wearing the skimpiest red dress I'd yet to see on her.  No bra, so her nipple piercings jutted out distinctly.  The skirt rode so high on her thighs I feared if she bent over even slightly, everyone in the room would see ass cheeks.

Pete was falling in love with her all over again, as was Murphy, by the look of him.
  They gravitated toward her instantly and there they remained, like moons in orbit, for most of the night.  When Kate sat on the couch, they sat on the couch.  When they finished their glasses, they waited until she finished and followed her to the kitchen.  Both were completely engaged by her aimless, self-indulgent chatter, most of which focused on Patton.  You could see the tender anguish in their faces each time she mentioned his name.

Judy and I spent the better part of the evening
alone together, and that was fine by me.  We sat awkwardly at the foot of the bed for a while, sipping our drinks and making small talk, but Kate's volume level increased as she pounded mixed drinks.  Finally it became unbearable and I took Judy through the corridor to the shower room, where she wandered through the mist in awe.

"Th
is is unbelievable," she said.

We
sat at the edge of the Jacuzzi pool and Judy let her fingers graze the water surface.  "Our dorms are tiny.  It's like being in college all over again.  I would live in this hot tub."

"Do you want to get in?"

She looked down at her lap.  "Someone might come in.  I don't have a bathing suit, so . . ."

"You can stay the night, if you want, and we can get in after we kick the boys out."

"I don't know.  Maybe.  Murphy won't want me to stay."

"I thought you weren't dating."

"We're not.  It's complicated."

I've always been a pretty forward person, just not wit
h people I've just met.  Maybe it was the notion that I only had so much time left, but I felt myself developing impatient tendencies.  No more placating.  No more beating around the bush.  If I had something to say, I should just say it.

"He's trying to control you."

To my surprise, she nodded and said, "I know."

"You're letting him, then?"

"We have to work together," she said.  "He's going to try no matter what.  It's easier if I just let him boss me around."

From the corridor came the sound of distant laughter.  Pete and Murphy, giddy and erect, guffawing at a joke that probably wasn't funny.

Judy heard it, too, and she sighed.

"Are you upset?"

She looked at me.  "About what?"

"Murphy.  He's been ignoring you all night."

"I'm having a great time."  She smiled, and to my surprise it appeared genuine.  I'd been under the impression that she was in love with Murphy.  To clarify, I asked her if she had feelings for him.  She grimaced.  "No, not at all.  That's what everybody thinks, and I know it's his fault.  He likes to brag to the lab techs.  He tells them we've done things, and we definitely haven't."

"That's news to me.  I thought for sure there was something there," I said.  "I
wish I'd known otherwise.  I wouldn't have invited him."

"He wouldn't let me come by myself anyway."

For someone who purports to be having a good time, she sure looked dejected.  Shoulders slumped, lower lip puffed out, eyes cast to the water or the floor.  She always carried herself this way, beaten down by life though she was no older than me.

"
You okay?" I asked after a period of silence.

"Yeah, I'm great," she said, her voice as perky as she could muster.
  "It's nice to talk to someone . . . else."

Strange music blared from the room, distorting as it echoed through the corridor.  Some kind of techno.

I hopped off the ledge.  "Okay it's official, Judy.  You're staying the night with me."

She stood slowly
, shaking her head.  "I don't think he'll let me."

"He has to do what I say," I lied.  "I work on Level D now.  That gives me authority over lower level employees."  I didn't e
ven know if this was true, but I doubted Judy would repeat it, and Murphy was too scared of women to put up much resistance.  If it came to it, I could threaten to call Sean.  He'd be back to his own room in a matter of seconds.

"Do you have authority over Kate?" Judy asked.

"I'm not sure about that."

"I'd find out as soon as possible."

"Good idea."

We returned t
o the room to find Kate dancing on the coffee table with Pete and Murphy seated on the couch below with their legs spread wide.  They didn't even see us approach, so enraptured by Kate's snaking moves and their own aching crotches.

Kate met e
yes with me, smiled, and kept on dancing.

"Take it off!" I shouted over the weird music
.

Kate ran her hands down her stomach and curled her fingers around the hem of her skirt.  She pivoted to face Judy and me, her back now to the boys, and slowly she raised her dress up above her belly button.  She wasn't wearing underwear.

Behind her, Pete and Murphy sat forward at the same time and turned their faces up to get a look at her vagina.

I began to giggle.
  So did Judy.

"What's so funny?" Kate
asked, dropping her skirt and jumping down from the coffee table.  Pete and Murphy scrambled to sit back, and now they stared at me, waiting to be indicted as perverts.  "Stop laughing, Judy!" Kate screamed.

Judy ducked her head and put her hand over her mouth.

I stepped forward, still trying to get my own laughter under control.  "It was them," I said.  "They had funny looks on their faces."

Kate grinned, to my relief, and swatted a hand towards the couch.  "They were probably creaming themselves."

"I didn't," Murphy said.  He looked at Pete with a mixture of nervousness and antagonism.  "Did you?"

Pete curled his brow and shook his head quickly, seeming to retreat into the couch.  He was sweating and red in the face, clearly uncomfortable.

"I want to make a toast," Kate announced.  "Melissa, make everybody a fresh drink."  She turned and strutted to the bed.

"Please?" I said.

She climbed onto the bed slowly, crawling across the mattress like an animal stalking its prey, skirt riding so high her ass wore it like a hat.  "Oh please, my lady Melissa," she said, rolling over onto her back and letting her head fall off the foot of the bed.  "Please, if you please . . ."

I turned back to the others and asked what they wanted, and then Kate called them all to the bed.

As I made the drinks, Kate bombarded Judy and Murphy with questions about their relationship status.

"Why aren't you two dating?"

"We're just not," Murphy barked.

"But why?  Who else are you gonna date?  You work together all the time, you hang out all the time.  Let him stick it in, Judy, damn."

Judy sat at the edge of the bed with her legs dangling over the side.  Kate still lay on her back, and Murphy and Pete sat cross-legged facing her like two kids playing
Operation.

"Maybe I will," Murphy said.

This drew my attention enough to make me look their way and see Murphy glaring at the back of Judy's head.  The little prick.  How long before he decided to heed Kate's advice?  Especially with Kate taunting and flirting with him all the time.

I put the five drinks on a tray: apple martini for Kate,
whiskey and coke for the boys with a little red umbrella to mark Pete's glass, and sparkling white wine for Judy and myself.  Then I pulled the tiny bottle out of my pocket, filled the eye dropper with the clear liquid, and spiked two of the drinks.  My hands were shaking.  Kate had emphasized the importance of only using a single drop, but three or four fell into the first glass.