The Bet

Emory sat down with a warm cup of coffee. All she could think about was Clarke. Where she was and what she's doing? Is she still with Janet? She'd pulled out her phone several times to call or text her, but the way she had shown up at Clarke's apartment was completely out of line. She'd known that she was wrong before she'd even turned the key. Emory picked up her phone and finally dialed Clarke's number but it went to voicemail.

"Hey you, it's me... Ems." She took a deep breath. "I just wanted to call and say that I'm sorry. I've overstepped my boundaries. If you want your key back, I totally get it." She paused for a second. "Clarke I-, look I just need to talk to you okay. Just please call me when you get this. Doesn't matter how late or early. Just call me back please. Love you."

Emory sat the cup down and stood to her feet. She as she paced back and forth. Her brain was running a million miles an hour. The more she thought about Clarke and Janet together, more upset she became.

"Clarke should be with me right now." She said aloud. "She would be lucky to even have me. Instead she wants some old lady. Like what the fuck?" Her heart was pounding. She was angry. "FUCK!!" Emory screamed loudly. "I can't do this to myself all night." She looked down at her phone again. "Max." She said.

Maxine Tims was a girl who Emory had seen on and off for years. She was one of those tall, fit and handsome type butch girls. They hit each other up at random times to have fun and that's all until the next go. Max answered Emory's call. She always did.

"Emory? Wassup babe? You iight?" Max asked looking over at the clock.

Emory paused.

"Yeah, I'm good, I just, I need you. Can you come over?"

They hung up and Max, who was just a few blocks away, was soon knocking at her door.

Normally they would just get down to business but Max wanted to know what was wrong. She tried asking several times but Emory wouldn't say a word as she lead Max into the kitchen. Max lifted her onto the counter top, slid off Emory's panties and stuck them in the back pocket of her jeans.

Emory laughed and shook her head. "Nasty ass." She said and unbuckled Max's belt, pulled down her pants and found a surprise. "Is that all for me?"

Max smiled. "Oh Now you can open that filthy mouth of yours huh?" She said as she grabbed hold of Emory's hips.

She cried out as Max filled her completely right there on top of the counter. Grabbing her hair Max pulled her head back sucking on her neck. Emory gripped the sides of the counter Max thrusted into her deep, with no mercy until a screaming orgasm over took her entire body and she fell limp into Max's arms. 

The sun started to come up. Max sat on the couch and lit a cigarette. Emory just stared from across the room and shook her. She picked up her phone and snapped a picture of her.

"Have you ever thought about modeling? You're so fucking gorgeous." She said smiling and snapped another picture.

"Not really, I'm too focused on the band right now. That's all I really care about." Max paused. "So are we gonna talk about last night?"

Emory threw her phone on the couch next to her. "What about it?" She said, took the cigarette from Max's lips and puffed on it a few times. "I was horny and needed a good fuck."

Max laughed. "I'm not sure if I should be offended or flattered." She said. "Is this about ol girl? What's her name? Clarke?" Emory stood up and walked into her bedroom.

"I need to get ready. I have a photoshoot at 11 and thanks to your stamina, I haven't slept all night. I'll call you." She yelled from the bedroom.

Max shook her head and started getting dressed. Now she felt hurt. "You know one of these days I'm not gonna answer when you call." She said and sat down to put on her shoes.

Emory walked back into the living room and straddled her waste. "Don't be that way. I just have a busy day. You know I have to work."

Max didn't look at her before she spoke. "You know I like you. I always have. Let me take you out. One date. You might actually enjoy..." Emory kissed her lips.

"Can we discuss it later. I really do need to get ready." Emory shot her a sweet smile.

"Okay. I'm out then. Have a great shoot." Emory let her up and she grabbed her jacket and headed for the door. "It's still raining and kind of cold. Make sure you bundle up today. See you beautiful."

Emory watched as she walked out the door. She threw herself back on the couch. She liked Max and so does her body, but she just wasn't Clarke. Her mind began to wander. She would give anything, do anything to have Clarke.

"Anything." She said aloud.