Nicki had open condoms all over the place. He was on condom number sixteen and had just got it on correctly when Veronica got to the door. She stood at the door, gaping, probably looking very much like Chloe had the other day in the reverse situation, but no one had seen her and wouldn't be able to tell her if that were true or not. Veronica began screaming bloody murder.
"You bitch! How could you! We're best friends! You fucking cunt!" She screamed and lunged forward trying to get at Chloe. Chloe began crab crawling up the bed and out of the way, completely naked and only slightly aware of that fact. She was more so alert to the crazy woman who somewhat resembled her best friend, Veronica, now coming at her. Jonathan came rushing into the room and looked around. Seeing Nicki and Chloe naked and used condoms everywhere, he immediately flung himself at Nicki.
"You son of a bitch" He growled while in mid-air over the naked stunned Nikki, who had his pink condom rolled all the way to the base. Jonathan tackled Nicki and wrestled him around the bed. Jonathan was wearing his pink striped polo that matched the one Chloe had tossed on the floor and his perfectly pressed Dockers, and let's not forget, of course, his tassel shoes. Veronica noticed her husband, and she got a grand idea of some sort. She abandoned her pursuit of Chloe and rushed over to the closet.
"I'll kill him!" She rumbled, searching the closet and rummaging through a shoebox somewhere in the back. "That fucking Asshole thinks he can fuck around behind my back."
Chloe had removed herself from the bed as Nicki and Jonathan were full out wrestling on it. Nicki rolled up and over Jonathan, his bare ass up in the air while he tried to subdue the maniac that was Chloe's husband. Jonathan flipped and pinned Nicki down and grabbed at his neck, trying to choke him while Nicki fought back. His dick Chloe had gotten so big and tall moments ago now limp and flopping around.
"You're going to kill him!" Chloe yelled at Jon.
"That's the idea," Jon growled back.
"No! I'm going to kill him!" Veronica screamed and fired off a gun into the floor. "oops." Then she aimed for Nicki. Chloe dove for Veronica just as she fired off another round and caused
her to hit the ceiling. Chloe and Veronica wrestled to the ground, and Veronica had managed to fire off two more random shots, one at the dresser and one out the door into the hallway.
Chloe tried to knock the gun out of Veronica's grip by slamming her hand into the side of the dresser next to them. Chloe was rolled onto her back, and Veronica slapped her bare breasts hard with the open palm of her free hand.
Veronica then stood up to take aim at Nicki, and Chloe caught Veronica's jean leg and sent her tumbling again. Chloe was coming for Veronica again when she kneed Chloe in the gut and pulled away. Chloe doubled over and Veronica kicked her hard in the stomach for assurance, or just because it felt good, Chloe wasn't sure. Now that Chloe was out of the way, Veronica took aim again at Nicki.
"Jon get out of the way," Veronica shouted. Jonathan had Nicki in a stranglehold and flipped him over, so they were both on their backs with the naked Nicki on top. Nicki clawed at Jon's vice grip, gurgling and choking and trying desperately to get free.
"Oh no, you don't. I get to kill him!" Veronica screamed and, with that, shot Nicki in the head. The bullet passed through Nicki and out the back and went right through Jon's neck. "Oh fuck no! No, no, no no." Veronica climbed up the bed and heaved Nicki off Jon tears streaming down her face. "No! I didn't think. I didn't know it'd get you."
Veronica was bawling, wadding up the comforter to try to clear the blood, which was gushing like a champagne bottle after the NBA finals. Chloe finally found her strength and, surprisingly, her wits and grabbing her clothes off the floor quickly, she fled out the door before Veronica could take notice. She had counted off 5 shots, which meant there was still a live round in that revolver, and it was still in Veronica's grip for some crazed reason.
Once in the living room, Chloe grabbed her purse from the side table and dialed 911 on her cell. She explained: "there are two severely injured people. One may be dead, and there is a crazy woman still armed." They kept her on the line getting details of where she was and keeping her calm and alert. She put her clothes back on, maneuvering while still keeping the phone to her ear. Just as she finished buttoning her skirt, she heard the final BANG!
"Ma'am, what was that? Ma'am, was that a gunshot?" The dispatcher was trying to reach out to her.
"Uh. Y-yes. I think so. It came from the room where everyone else is at." Chloe had started to slowly walk in the direction of the room.
"Are you someplace safe?" The dispatcher asked.
"Uh.." Chloe was almost at the end of the hall.
"Ma'am, get to someplace safe and stay there. Police are on their way." The dispatcher
tried to advise, but Chloe was now standing in the open doorway to the master bedroom.
"Oh my God," Chloe whispered, still holding the phone up to her ear.
"Ma'am?...Ma'am? Are you still there?" Chloe looked at the phone like it was an alien item that she had never seen before, as if she were just visiting and had come across a bazaar planet and a bazaar scene. She dropped the phone and fell to her knees, then all was black.