Ashley. The 5'4" redheaded, hazel eyed, small titted (a-b cup) wicked witch of the west was the person we blindly agreed to hang out with for the next few weeks. Fuck my life. Of all the people that could have come through the door, why did it have to be her? How bad is my luck? I know the saying goes you have to take the good with the bad, but this is worse than bad, this is beyond bad, this is Ashley, here, in our house, and there's nothing we can do about it.
"Oh you've already met each other?" Ashley's father asked.
"Yeah we've met, we actually know each other pretty well," Ashley smirked.
"Good, this will be easier than I thought. Just don't try anything or I'll break your arms," he said as he followed with that loud rich white guy laugh.
I take the opportunity to glare a hole through Ashley, who in turn puts on a fake smile and gleams right back at me. She hasn't been here long and she's already getting under my skin. I hear footsteps descending the stairs and watch as Rita rounds the corner to see all of us standing there, then gives the same look I gave when I first saw Ashley, utterly pissed.
"Hey, this is who we'll be hanging out with, you remember Ashley right?" I forced out nicely.
"Y-Yeah, its been a while though, it might be a little awkward," Rita responded.
"Nonsense, I'm sure you kids will hit it off great. Mike if you'll come with me, we can hash out the details before I leave," Ashleys father said.
They left the room and Rita and I went for the cereal and sat down like Ashley wasn't even there. We were sitting there quiet for a good while before she eventually started talking.
"You know, at first I was against this, but the more I thought about it, I realized this could be fun. I'm really gonna enjoy telling you guys what to do," Ashley said.
"Uhh no! We agreed to hang out with you, not be your slaves," Rita said.
"I use the term 'agreed' loosely," I added.
"The way I see it, you need my fathers contract, and you keeping me happy and entertained is part of that contract, so unless you wanna ruin your dads big break, I suggest you get on board. Don't worry, I won't go too hard on you, at first, but I will need your numbers, and you had better answer if I call," Ashley grinned.
Fuck. She had us and she knew it. There was nothing we could do about it but hope upon hope that dad moved on to another contract or they pulled Ashley out of the mix, but you know how these things always go, never in your favor. Dad walked them out the door and to their car and the second he was back in the house we were right there.
"Dad, come on, that's Ashley! Do we really have to hang out with her?" Rita pouted.
"Yes, you gave your word, there's no getting out of it."
"Dad she's impossible to be friends with, we don't like her and she doesn't like us," I added.
"Well you better figure out something you like about each other because for the next three weeks you three are gonna be best friends. Look at it like this, if shes as bad as you say she is, this could be the time to rehabilitate her, make her likeable again."
"Probably not gonna work with her dad," I said.
"I really need this contract guys, promise me you'll try?"
Damn, I was hoping he didn't do that. Dad only gets like that when he really needs something, which surprising is almost never, which means we have to say yes, if we were the decent kids he raised us to be. He took our silence as agreement and pulled us both in a hug.
"I knew I could count on you two, its only for three weeks."
"You owe us big time. Hey, where's mom and Aunt Lisa?" Rita asked.
"Where do you think? Shopping. Your Aunt is a bad influence on her, your mom was already bad to begin with. I'm gonna go get them before they start buying stuff because its on sale."
Dad went to the back yard and we put our cereal bowls in the sink and retreated back to our room and plopped on the bed, soaking in the recent series of events that just took place.
"I'm thinking the same thing, no getting out of this one," Rita said.
"It might not have been that bad if she didn't threaten us right off the rip."
"Yeah. On the bright side..."
"There's a bright side?"
"No, I just thought I'd get your hopes up," Rita laughed.
"I should've figured, we're talking about Ashley. Oh while I remember, I never got the chance to tell you about that dream I had. I was in some weird room and there were three doors, one had an R, one had an S, and one had an A. I opened the door with the R and you came out, then I opened the door with the S and Stephanie came out, but then I got to the door with the A on it and couldn't open it, it had three locks. Stephanie unlocked the combination lock, you unlocked the hook lock, and I had the deadbolt. When I turned it and opened the door Aunt Lisa woke me up before I could see what happened."
"Well I'm guessing the A stands for Ashley right?"
"That's what I'm assuming, unless it was mom, but I don't think so."
"Maybe it's a good thing she didn't come out? Why would you want those problems?"
"I just thought it was weird. Why did the A door have locks on it and not the other ones?"
"Maybe because you wanna seal yourself off from her, you don't want her in your head."
That actually made a lot of sense. I want as little to do with Ashley as possible, so why not block her off in my head too. Something is missing though, I don't know what, because Aunt Lisa woke me up before I could see what happened next, but something definitely doesn't feel right, like the dream was trying to tell me something.
"Hey. Hey you. Over here, yeah, over here."
I looked at Rita who was staring out the window. "We've been so caught up in your dream we almost missed a very important detail!"
"And that would be..."
She jumped back on the bed and climbed over me. "We're completely alone."
I looked around the room pretending to look for someone. "I guess we are, if only there was something we could do to pass the time..."
"I could think of a few things."
"Yeah we could clean the house, play xbox, catch up on some reading..."
She took my hands and cupped her ass. "Or you could fuck me until I pass out," she grinned.
She had barely finished her sentence before I was sliding her pajama pants down her legs. She kicked them off and took my shorts and boxers off and immediately climbed on top of me.
"No foreplay?"
"Not today, I don't feel like being all cute after Ashley messed my day up. I just want to fuck."
"Wont get any arguments from m... oh fuck!"
She didn't even wait for me to finish my sentence before she sat down on my cock. She didn't even bother taking her panties off, just slid them to the side as she worked my cock in and out of her pussy, slamming herself down on me with each thrust. I grabbed her hips and helped her slam herself down on me since its what she wanted.
