The Side Project 2: Nature Girl
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Chapter 16: Allie - Power of Attorney
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 16: Allie - Power of Attorney - The Side Project 2 kicks off with the core friend group scattering across the country at the end of their wild week in Nashville. With the initial shock of their new circumstances starting to wear off, Ky and Lexi begin grappling with quite what their future holds. On their Thanksgiving trip to Napa someone new enters the dynamic. Meanwhile Allie's forced to deal with Garrison and the Alphas' latest antics. Luckily Reed, and some new friends, are on her side.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Slow Illustrated
Sunday, November 26, 2017
Baton Rouge, Louisiana, USA
I’d gotten in a little bit of fitful sleep after my phone call with Lauren, but Garrison had come crashing in around 5 AM, once again waking me up. Between the adrenaline crash, the cocaine comedown, and the ridiculous amount of booze he’d consumed, his body basically shut down. I was honestly surprised he could even find our hotel room. He’d passed out face down on the bed still fully dressed and with his boots on.
I was too disgusted with him to even consider sharing a bed, not that I could have gotten any sleep anyways with how loud he was snoring. I wandered down to the lobby. My brain was only half functional. I was thinking maybe I could find a couch or something to crash on. Suddenly I realized ... maybe I could just rent another room.
I approached the front desk, there was a lone clerk, presumably the night manger, working. “Hi, uh, do you have any rooms available?” I asked.
“For tonight?” the night manager, Carla according to her nametag, asked.
“Um, I guess technically for like last night?” I said.
“Husband one of those drunk idiots and you can’t sleep?” Carla asked knowingly. I guess my slightly disheveled appearance probably gave me away. I nodded.
“We had a room that never checked in last night. I can set you up with it but you still have to be out by the normal checkout time - 11 AM - that ok?” Carla asked.
“Oh yes, that’s totally fine. We really need to be on the road by then anyway. Flight out of New Orleans this afternoon,” I said.
“Then it’s all yours, just need an ID and a credit card for incidentals,” Carla said.
I pulled a credit card out of my wallet - not one Garrison had access to the statements on - and handed it over. “What do I owe you?” I asked.
“Already paid for, it’s on the house, dear. Sometimes us girls have to look out for each other,” Carla said with a smile.
“Oh my gosh, that’s so kind, um shit, I don’t have any cash except for singles,” I said, digging through my wallet. “Can I Venmo you?”
Carla chuckled. “Nope. Just promise me this, next time you’re in a position to do a solid favor for a sister, you pay it forward. Now here’s your room key, get some rest.”
“Thank you so much,” I said. I knew some of it was because I was both emotionally and physically exhausted, but I was tearing up a bit.
I decided to just collect my suitcase and belongings from my original room and bring everything to my new room. It gave me some peace of mind to have my stuff with me.
I shot Taylor a text to let her know I’d acquired a new room for a few hours of rest. I figured there was a decent chance she had a Merritt problem just like my Garrison one.
Just as I was getting settled in, I heard a light tap tap tap at the door. I opened the door for Taylor. She was dressed in the same sweats as when she’d gone to bed and had her wheeled suitcase in tow.
“You’re a fucking genius,” Taylor said and pulled me into a hug once she’d parked her luggage.
“Merritt snoring as bad as Garrison?” I guessed.
“Like a fucking freight train. Good fucking lord,” Taylor complained.
We climbed into bed and, by unspoken agreement, cuddled together. I knew I’d have to tell Taylor about the raid, but I sensed we could both really benefit from a few hours of extra sleep, so I didn’t burden her.
Our alarms woke us up at 9:30. I actually felt pretty good. The four extra hours of sleep meant I’d gotten something like my healthy eight hours. Just with one of the most disturbing scenes I’d ever seen in my life in the middle.
Taylor took the first turn through the bathroom. Once she was done, I took mine.
I emerged from the bathroom feeling partially settled. Turns out a few hours of good sleep and a hot shower can do a lot to calm mental turmoil.
Taylor was bouncing around to the song Stacy’s Mom as she packed up, but she’d modified the lyrics to ‘Kacie’s mom’.
“Um, that’s insanely fucking cute,” I said.
“Thanks, I’m super excited to see her today. Do you think we should carpool?” Taylor asked.
“Good question, actually,” I said. I mentally debated telling her about last night and decided she might as well find out. “A bunch of them headed north last night in case their ridiculous trucks were reported to the cops. I’m not sure if Garrison and I have a ride.”
“Wait, hold up, what did they do?” Taylor asked. I began explaining the disturbing raid for the second time that morning. I also relayed my earlier conversation with Lauren.
“Good lord. Sick fucks,” Taylor said. “All over a few drunk insults.”
“For real. We gotta figure something out. But for today we just need to collect your Kacie and get home safe,” I said. “Unless you think you’d be better served just staying at your parents?”
“Hmmmm,” Taylor said thoughtfully. “I don’t think so. They’d struggle to support us. Plus my friends and life are in Tennessee. I’ve soldiered through years of shit from Merritt already. What’s a few more for the sake of what’s most important? Giving Kacie a better life.”
It was a depressing, heartbreaking statement. Lauren’s words from earlier about playing a role danced through my head. I hugged Taylor to me and held her tight. “You’re so strong,” I whispered.
Taylor hugged me back and nestled her face into my sweater. She sighed. “Thanks Allie, I needed that.”
“Alright, let’s do this,” I said. Taylor went to get Merritt up while I dealt with Garrison.
Waking up Garrison was just as much of a pain in the ass as I’d anticipated. Four-plus hours of sleep was nowhere near enough to recover from everything he’d done yesterday. The upshot of that was, once I’d gotten him up he was still too messed up to be his typical obnoxious self. He was very docile as I instructed him to get ready to travel. The contrast with the sneering asshole from the night before was actually kind of funny.
As I’d anticipated, Garrison hadn’t bothered to figure out how we were getting to the airport in New Orleans. I texted Taylor to confirm we could ride with her and Merritt.
We met in the lobby and I checked out of our rooms. “Thanks again,” I said quietly to Carla as I handed over the key cards.
“Pay it forward,” she said softly.
“Already am,” I said and glanced at Taylor.
“Good woman,” Carla said and smiled at me approvingly. The approval of a complete stranger felt surprisingly good.
Monday, November 27, 2017 Nashville, Tennessee, USA
The rest of Sunday had gone ok. We’d picked up Kacie from Taylor’s parents’ house in Kenner. Seeing their house, I understood what she’d meant about her parents not being super well off. It actually reminded me a lot of how I’d grown up, just not as rural. We made it to the airport with plenty of time to spare before our flight. Merritt and Garrison decided they were tired of being hungover and got hammered at an airport bar.
I had a wonderful time playing with Kacie, who was like a miniature version of her spitfire of a mother. I didn’t think I necessarily had the mom gene like Taylor, but I was very on board with being a fun Auntie.
Once we got home I placated Garrison with some wine coolers and he passed out on his futon watching Sunday Night Football.
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