This choice: A woman you don't recognize • Go Back...Chapter #7A woman you don't recognize by: Unknown She was only a little taller than you were even though you had no head on your shoulders, you guessed she was around 5'4". She had short cut dirty blond hair on her smooth round face, making her look much younger than she probably was. You are able to tell that because her body is clearly that of a mature woman, and one who works out often at that. Both her arms and legs were lean and had defined muscles prominent on them, her abdomen was sleek and had the faint hints of a four pack though she wasn't quite muscled enough for it to be completely displayed, her breasts were a health C in size which should've tipped you off to the fact that this was not Rachel (though you couldn't SEE what they looked like before, they felt bigger than they were!), and what really should've tipped you off was this mystery woman's labia. Rachel had always made sure to shave very constantly, and you were well aware of how smooth she liked her downstairs due to how many times she "accidentally" left the bathroom without a towel. This woman certainly didn't have a jungle of any sorts, but small straight hairs did sprout from her womanhood in a groomed rectangle running up her crotch (and indeed the carpet matched the drapes).
Now came the big question. "Who the fuck are you?" You demanded, startling the half asleep woman and causing her to bolt upright. Her dark green eyes were nervously flicking between the two of you.
She then asked perhaps the strangest and stupidest question you had ever heard. "Uh, who the fuck are you?"
Rachel answered this time, setting your head on the dresser next to her as she stepped forward. "I'm the person who lives here, was that not clear by the pictures of me on the walls?" She said, pointing to the family vacation pictures mounted to the side of her room. "Now, who are you, why are you in MY room, why did you have SEX in my room..." something caught her eye, off to the left. A black duffel bag and black clothes were piled into the corner along with a crowbar, none of which belonged to your sister Rachel. What DID belong to Rachel were the contents of said open duffel bag; namely an assortment of her jewelry, some of her more expensive shoes, and a pricey manicure set that she had gotten for her birthday. "and why the hell is my stuff in your bag?!"
For a long and very drawn out moment nothing happened, then everything happened in one chaotic scene. The woman stood as quickly as she could and shoved Rachel back buying herself some space as Rachel toppled backwards from the force of her blow, then attempted to make a dive for her bag. Before she could get to it though you acted, lashing out and grabbing anything you could get your hands on which happened to be her arms and sharply tugged. With a pop she fell forward while her well toned arms remained in your hands. She scrambled back up to her feet while you tossed her arms aside and made another charge at her aimed at her legs.
ODICHJIEODJIJWPPISOJIFPJWPIHAPUHEWPIWHEF!!!!!!!!! You fell onto your ass and rolled onto your side in fetal position as pain shot from your crotch, the kick this woman delivered flooring you and bringing tears to your eyes. Through these acceptable tears you saw Rachel pick up the slack, pulling one leg off while the intruder was distracted. She struggled to maintain balance on her remaining limb, but Rachel quickly remedied the problem, planting one foot atop hers and yanking up on her hips, popping off this woman's last limb. Rachel set the thrashing torso on her bed and went around the room pressing each of the woman's appendages against the walls, severing her connections until she truly was just a body and head.
You limped to your feet as Rachel calmly asked "So, would you like to tell me who you are? Because if you don't I know a certain boy who'd love to get some payback."
Fear shot through the woman's face as the situation sunk in. "Okay, okay! My name is Jenny, Jenny Forester!" She answered nervously.
This caused both you and your sisters eyes to bulge. "Wait, THE Jenny Forester, millionaire daughter of billionaire oil tycoon Julius Forester?!" You asked, the woman's face now looking much more familiar. Jenny Forester was kind of a TV personality, known both for her long list of television roles and her long list of scandals. Crashing her Ferrari, vandalizing a four star restaurant, punching out paparazzi, hospitalizing an ex boyfriend, and a bevy of leaked sex tapes, she was not exactly known for being a nice little princess. Her dad on the other hand was a self made man who made an offshore drilling company from the ground up and slit throats (mostly metaphorically, but according to some internet rumors...) until he held pretty much the whole Gulf of Mexico. Both you and your sister were well aware of these people, as your dad worked for the Forester company!
"The one and only!" She responded with more confidence.
"Uh, honor to meet you. I'd shake your hand but..." Your sister joked. You could tell that she was just being polite, knowing that if she did something stupid Jenny would have you all homeless before you could blink twice.
"No problem, I kinda deserved it! Sorry for trying to take your stuff by the way!" She chirped to Rachel, then looked past her to your head. "And sorry for kicking you like that, especially after what you did with that thing!"
"Uh, okay." Rachel said blankly. "Can I ask why you were taking our stuff anyways? I mean it doesn't seem like you'd need any of it..."
Jenny sighed in exasperation. "Ugh, because I'm BORED! Do you know what it's like having a dad like mine? I could live my whole life without working an hour and that gives me a lot of damn free time, I basically do TV and all of that other stuff just to pass the time!Besides, I would've given you all of the stuff back in a few days, I don't really want it."
"Okay, that's one question out of the way. Next up is why you had sex with Eric over here?" Your sister asked, pointing a thumb at your body. "Especially while you were in the middle of a robbery."
Jenny laughs. "That sexy little boy toy? He served himself up on a silver platter, how could I ever resist?"
Rachel looked you over then turned back to Jenny. "Fair enough. So, I guess the only question now is do you want me to put you back together."
Jenny thought for a moment, surprising you, then said...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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