VISITOR

       "Oh yes... hm... don't stop."  "Oh my gosh, yes." "Nellie! Nellie wake the hell up." ~~~ " What..?" ~~~ "Seriously, if I didn't wake you the neighbor would. This is the third time this week, your s*x dreams are beginning to drive me nuts." "Is it that bad".  "Bad? No, of course not. It's horrendous". "Hmm", Nellie sinks her face into the pillow.  *Later that morning*        "Trish can you remove the eggs from the fridge please." "Trish?", walking towards the kitchen. "Hey come on, we've spoke about this. No smoking in the house." ~~~ " Urge fine", she tossed the half burnt cigarette in the sink. She stared at me almost teasingly. "Whoever's f*cking you in your sleep is doing a damn good job", she smirked. "Shut it", I threw a small loaf at her. "Come on, you're not grumpy all the time and you look great." ~~~ " Hey! I always look good." ~~~ " uh okay grinchy." We laughed the silliness off and went off to our daily lives.        So yes, I was an adult film editor and Trish was a scammer. There's no better way to say it. Not what we wanted to do of course but it paid well and we needed the money for university next year. Besides a girls got to eat. Going back to the south wasn't an option for both of us, at list not yet.        I am Nellie Grandys and my best friend is Trisha Hale. We lived in a modern styled apartment, both single as a leaf. Yup no guy drama. For the short time we've been here everything has been quite perfect. Cool friends, take out most of the time . Alcohol or smokes wasn't my jam, that was Trish's. She didn't abuse it but she engaged time to time. A typical life of crazy young adults. The parties, late nights, the s*x toys, just amazing.         "Nell, are we cooking today or ordering food?, Trisha asked from Nellie's door way. "Uh, I  suppose we can prepare something", she turned. Trisha entered the room, "We can use up the rest of the frozen salmon or maybe do some spicy wings", she suggested. "The salmon, that spicy stuff had my stomach crying for days", Nellie held her stomach still seated. "Um...that day I kind of added  a bit more spice to your wings, well a lot more spice ", Trisha confessed. "What! You b***h! Why!, Nellie blurted out. "I had to, you just wouldn't shut up about being the spice champ." "You're unbelievable, I was sick for days", Nellie complained. "Oops", Trisha hunched her shoulders. Coming dangerously in her direction,  a sharp black and white pencil. She dodged it and laughed like a happy child.          After a minute of getting over their selves, Trisha approached Nellie's desk. "How do you not get off on these raw videos", she poked her head closer to the screen. "It's work Trisha and I've never really been that into porn", Nellie continued working. "Well, sucks to be you", Trisha stood straight. "Freak"~~ "My break is in fifteen minutes, put the salmon out." " Yes mom", Trisha replied then left. Nellie frowned at the computers screen when she saw the content of the next video. "Urhh", she placed her head in her palms. "Why do they even make these", she clicked. The first thing that pops up is a tall, hideous man dumping a huge bucket of crap on three different females. "This had better be chocolate", she continued making adjustments in dread. By the time she was done, the word appetite didn't even exist in her vocabulary anymore.          She walked into the kitchen with a sour face. Trisha had already began pan grilling the salmon and searing up the garlic sauce. "What's with the face", Trisha asked turning the salmon to the other side. "Just make sure that sauce stays white.", she said taking a seat. "You had one of those didn't you", she laughed at Nellie's disgusted face.          They ate at the wooden table. "We need to go grocery shopping soon", Nellie said with chunks of salmon in her mouth. "Yeah, the snack shelf is starting to look really depressing". Nellie only shook her head in humor. Trisha was not a heavy eater but she went down on snacks and fast foods. Nellie on the other hand, took a turn for the more healthy eating habits. It was now  12:45 p.m. I've got two hours to go, what about you?", Nellie asked. "I'm done for the day, I worked on my hour to super speed things and I honestly was not in the mood to listen to fat bears scream in my ear today." "No body likes their money being stolen Trish". "It's not being stolen; I mean seriously? Gucci bags and designer clothes for a few bucks. This has scam written all over it, even a blind man wouldn't sign up for that shit.", Trisha continued to talk. "There's no one to blame but them selves.", scraping the plate for beats. "Mam! Mam! I'm going to contact my bank if you don't refund me my f*cking money", she mimicked with a silly face. Nellie only shook her head and laughed to herself.              After washing the truck of dishes Trisha used, they each took a cup of cookie dough ice cream. They sat on the soft grey couch. "What's your shift tomorrow?", Nellie asked licking the cold spoon. "I'm off tomorrow." " Well I only work for three hours tomorrow, so we can go shopping after I'm done.", Nellie added. "Sure" Trisha agreed. She got up to get more ice cream. This time she just grabbed the container. "It's basically empty", she said in her defense. "Right", Nellie said taking a big chuck as Trisha sat. "Bzzz Bzzz", Trisha's phone vibrates. "It's Becky." She answers the phone. "What's happening bitch." "What's up crazy?", Becky asks in her soft squeaky voice. "Nothing much just finished touching myself", she said swirling her brown curls around her finger.            Becky let out a hearty laugh and said "I'm not even surprised. Where's Nell?", she asked. "I'm here", Nellie inserted abruptly before Trisha made up some story. "Okay, anyway .Ozzie's turning twenty next week Friday and I was thinking about throwing  a surprise party for him. He's not really a fan of birthdays but I think it would be pretty dope", she said. "I was hoping that you guys could help me plan." "No probs", Trisha said dramatically . "Just let us know what's up when you're ready", Nellie added. "Thank you, thank you. thank you." You could've heard the excitement in her voice. "I'll call a little later, bye guys." "Bye ", they both said together.            "This should be fun, we haven't been out for some time now", Nellie stood up to go back in her room. "Oh yeah, definitely have to buy some new lingerie now", Trisha said smirking . "Jeez, it's a party not an orgy." "You never know, that's why you should always be prepared", she laughed at her words. "And besides Ozzie's into guys so we need to book some male strippers to spice things up." "I suppose that can work.", Nellie agreed. "Yes! see, that's why we're friends", Trisha followed Nellie into her room. "We're only helping plan this, Becky may not want all that drama", Nellie said. "Do you not know Becky? She's a freak. Crazier than me when she wants to be.", Trisha added. "I suppose you're right."~~" Okay, okay we'll talk about this when I'm done", Nellie sat down, removing her computer off sleep.              "F*CK!" she dropped her head on the keyboard. "Eww, now that's f*cked up", Trisha stared at the screen in disgust. "What's wrong with these suckers?", she came a step closer. They both watched as the blonde babe pulled her lace panties to side and took a dump on the guys chest. "I can smell this s**t from here", Nellie said with her grossed out face on. "That was me", Trisha said still staring at the screen. Nellie turned slowly, laughing.