Olivia Sparks

Emily's hand hovered over a hotel room's door for a beat before she retracted it, blowing out steam through her pursed lips.

She tried to calm down her erratic heartbeats, soothing herself with the scratching sound of her fingers against her purse.

"Goooo," Ava pushed her, but the truth was, she was losing balance from intoxication the longer they stood in the hallway. 

Emily took a sharp breath, trying for the nth time to swipe the key. Her mind spiraling back to what happened earlier in the parking lot.

An hour ago, she tried to catch up with Wyatt. Her heart told her to follow him and break him apart from Rica, lying to herself that once Wyatt finds out that she knew his cheating habit, he would stop and focus on her.

She was four columns away from where Wyatt parked his car but halted her step when she heard him speak.

"So… how much are you?"

"Siiiir hee-hee-hee," Rica giggled, clawing Wyatt. "I'm not for sale, sir."

"No. No." He opened the door for Rica like a gentleman, holding it for her until she's fully seated inside. "I will not buy you. But, I will rent you."

"Eh sir, you have a ring on your finger. I don't want to be entangled in a mess," Rica coyly replied, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Emily listened in bated breath, hiding behind the cold cement column. She didn't know what soul possessed her to even stay and witness the whole ordeal, but she did. And just before she willed herself to leave, she heard Wyatt say, "See. No more ring. Tonight, I'm all yours."

Looking up to the ceiling, Emily held all the tears in her eyes. She chanted to herself that he didn't deserve a drop of her tears but when she heard the car roar from the distance; she felt her lips tremble and soon enough, when she saw her gal pals, she let out a mute, ugly cry.

Somehow, even when she wanted to scream, or even when she wanted to let out all the deadweight in her c.h.e.s.t, all that she felt at that moment was nothing but numb ache and an empty heart.

Back in the hotel, while Emily was stuck in a limbo outside, Rica was busy tying up Wyatt on the bed's pole; his arms splayed in a 'V' as he stood up on the edge of the bed.

"Are you ready to change your life forever?" she asked, her lips grazing the shell of his ears that her hot breath tickled him straight into his head below. "Hee-hee-hee, look at how big you are!" She grinned, flogging his erection with a leather slapper. 

Outside the hotel room, Olivia flinched when she heard Wyatt's muffled scream of... Rejoice? She shook her head when she felt like she heard it wrong. Shouldn't he be in pain and scared? Looking at Emily, who was frozen in time, she snatched the keycard and swiped it in the reader.

The beep of the door unlocking snapped Emily back to reality. The light from the slightly ajar door invited her to come in and face her future—one wherein Wyatt was not included. 

Bumping her head into Olivia, she mouthed a "thank you" to her darling. She smiled when it dawned on her that sometimes, all we need is a little push from a friend to change the course of our fate.

"I hope you don't mind my friend joining us." Rica traced a finger on Wyatt's jaw, igniting the itch between his legs. However, the sweet scuffling of stilettos on the carpeted floor was unmistakable.

He knew who that footfall belonged to. He heard it a million times even in his sleep, so he jerked, yanked, and twisted his hands to free himself from the leather handcuffs. But it's all too late.

"Honey…" he croaked. He felt his heart drop from his c.h.e.s.t to his stomach. "Let me explain, honey. This is a mistake. Please. Emily."

Sitting on the king-size bed with her back resting on the tufted headrest, Emily sat like a goddess, petting Rica's hair, whose head lay on her l.a.p.

"Honey," Wyatt's eyes started to water. If she was the same Emily hours ago, she might be swayed like a fool by those tears, but not anymore.

"I gave you my heart. My body. All the love I can until I have nothing left for myself, but what did you give in return, Wyatt? You returned my love with a disease."

"What? What are you saying? Emily. Uncuff me and we will talk properly. Please."

"Rica, can you gag this pest? It's too loud, it's hurting my ears."

With that, Rica pulled her weight off the bed and rummaged through her bag, finding a ball gag. 

"DON'T. YOU. F.U.C.K.I.N.G. DARE." Wyatt's face turned purple from rage. In his confusion, he didn't know who to talk with first: to plead to his honey or warn the lady who's about to gag him.

However, in the midst of his confusion, he saw one thing he never noticed earlier, and that's when he let out a whimper. "Emily, please. Let's talk this out. Honey. I love you. I'm sorry. Please. Forgive me."

Placing the ball in his mouth and securing the locks at the back of his head, Rica traced Wyatt's face, making him gag as if the touch disgusted him.

"Ooooh. You look green from disgust, Wyatt. Look at you." She flipped her phone, showing him a video recording of himself. "I thought you love girls so much, you even gifted me with STD. But you know what? I'm fine with it. I'll get cured and in return, I'm free from a sick and cheating asshole."

Emily took satisfaction at Wyatt's muffled whining, even lighting a cigar to celebrate the moment. She watched him sweat and lose hope as she finished the cigar in her hand, occasionally combing Rica's hair who went back and laid back on her l.a.p.

After what felt the longest minutes of Wyatt's life, Emily placed the cigar on the crystal ashtray, letting it burn and die a dignified death, an analogy to what she was about to do next.

C.a.r.e.s.sing Rica's arm, Emily trailed off, "You see, Wyatt, Rica darling here is so special." She smiled down at Rica, who mirrored the curve in her lips as she got up from the bed, standing behind Wyatt.

"Tell us your name, darling."

"Rica, madam."

"Noooo, silly." Emily swatted her hand in the air, scoffing. "Your real name. It'll be our secret." She winked.

Standing on tippy toes to reach Wyatt's ear, Rica whispered, "Ricardo Balagtas, sir."

Emily watched in triumph as the color of Wyatt's face drained, and the two ladies giggled in delight.

"Now where should we start, Rica darling? Ooooh my gosh, Wyatt. He's hung like a horse!" Emily clapped her hands, her eyes twinkled with wickedness. Seeing Rica eye Wyatt's silken white backside, Emily chortled, "Darling, that's the cherry on top. You'll get a taste of that arse later."

Kneeling on the bed on all fours, Emily crawled towards Wyatt, tilting her ear to his gag mouth. "What are you saying? I can't hear you, Wyatt. Oh… Ok. I'll make this quick. Don't worry. You're not the only one who wanted to leave this room ASAP."

She sneered upon seeing Wyatt's glassy eyes. She knew how sorry he was at the moment, but there's no more turning back for her. With her bottoms kissing her heels, Emily extended a hand, calling forth Rica.

"How about we start with a slap?"

Rica bowed. She climbed the bed and stood on it, his d.i.c.k facing Wyatt. "Don't be gentle on him, darling, but don't hurt yourself too."

It didn't take long when a soft slapping sound of a velvet rod hitting a cheek echoed in the room along with Wyatt's cries. 

"Aww. You're too soft, Wyatt. That's just the appetizer and you look like you're about to pee your pants. Boooring." She rolled her eyes. 

Getting off the bed, Emily stood behind him, slapping his b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s. "Nice, firm, and tight… but not after tonight. Right, darling?"

Rica giggled, walking like a mermaid over to where Emily was.

Parting Wyatt's b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s, Emily popped a question, "How does it feel? Taking something in that you didn't ask for? I almost died when the doctor told me I got a disease from a partner, which happens to be you."

Wyatt's b.u.t.t hole clamped when he felt a velvet head touch him from behind—playing and nudging his v.i.r.g.i.n cherry a.s.s. His muffled wails a concerto to Emily's ears.

Wiping the tears of joy in the corners of her eyes, Emily kissed Rica's cheeks. "Thank you, darling. I believe we're done for the night." And with that, Rica dressed up and left, leaving Emily and Wyatt inside the room.

Once they're alone, Emily flipped her hair over her shoulder, standing in full command in front of Wyatt. "I didn't ask for a disease, Wyatt. I asked for your commitment. You even have a ring for it, but where? Where is your f.u.c.k.i.n.g ring?" She drew circles on Wyatt's finger where his engagement ring should be. One he need not have but insisted to prove his dedication to her.

Pulling out the ring from her finger, she moved to the ensuite, and a flush could be heard in the bedroom.

When she stepped out of the ensuite, Emily threw the handcuffs lock on the corner of the room.

"Housekeeping will be here to collect trash tomorrow… that includes you. Goodbye, Wyatt."