more pissed. So, fuck it. Let’s do it. I’m
already a wreck emotionally; I don’t see how this could possibly make it any
worse. Quit asking questions, I might change my mind if you make me think into
it too much,” I said.
“Why
are you an emotional wreck? Because of this morning? I’m sorry. I’ve told you a
hundred times that I’m sorry. I don’t want to do this. Forget I said anything;
I shouldn’t have even brought it up. I just wanted to be honest with you about
whom I was talking to and what we were talking about,” he proclaimed.
“I
don’t fucking think so. We’re doing this now. I already decided. She’s
important to you, right? I need to learn to like her. What better way to learn
to like her than to let her make me come,” I maintained.
“You’re
awarding her more importance than she actually has. I think you’re building
this whole thing up in your head and turning it into more than it is,” he
quavered.
“I
really don’t think I am,” I rejected, “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I
want to fuck your ex girlfriend and current sub. I’ll take ‘things I never
thought I would say’ for 200, Alex,” I fumed. Cash shook his head and picked up
his phone. I heard her voice faintly on the other end of the line as he told
her I had agreed to have her over. What the fuck am I doing?
While
we waited for Claire to arrive, Cash worked on changing the sheets on the bed
in the guest room. I worked on emptying the rest of the whiskey bottle.
“Why
are you doing that?” I asked, “Are we going to use this room?”
“I
don’t fuck her in my bed. It’s just a line for me that I don’t want to cross. I
don’t know how to explain it,” he answered.
Ha, bitch. He fucks me in his bed, I think to myself. I’m
drunk. This should prove pretty interesting.
Claire
walked in unannounced. Again. She’d changed out of her skintight halter dress
and heels and was significantly less intimidating in her jeans and t-shirt. She
was still strikingly beautiful.
“What
made you change your mind, cupcake?” she asked me. The way she enunciated her
words made me cringe. I wanted to smack the smug little side smile right off
her face.
“I
don’t know. Don’t call me that. Why do you say weird shit?” I responded,
wishing I had a more eloquent insult for her. I really didn’t know why I had
agreed to this. I had the same feeling of dread that I had earlier. This was a
terrible fucking idea.
“It’s
my aesthetic,” she responded sarcastically.
“That’s
not what that fucking word means,” I snapped.
“Lilly,
can you retract your claws please?” Cash groaned.
“No,
no, I like her feisty. So, who’s gonna start the panty pile?” she asked,
looking from me to Cash.
“Sit
down, have a drink, we don’t need to get right to business,” Cash replied.
“I’m
not drinking. I’m high as a fucking kite already,” she quipped.
“What
are you on?” Cash asked.
“A
little bit of this, a little bit of that. No, I don’t have any for you. We need
your dick to work,” she replied. Cash blushed and let out an awkward laugh. I
shifted in my seat.
“Lilly,”
she continued, turning towards me, “you look really uncomfortable.” I became
aware of how rigid and tense my body had become since she walked through the
door. I sat straight as a pin with my knees locked and my arms crossed tight
against my chest.
“Probably
because I’m really fucking uncomfortable,” I replied.
“You
need to loosen up. This is going to be fun. Do you want a Xanax?” she offered.
My
nerves were winning against the whiskey. I didn’t want to be here. Getting sick
and passing out before anything happened sounded like a best-case scenario.
“Absolutely,”
I replied.
“Uh,
Lilly, you’ve had quite a bit to drink, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Cash
warned.
“She’s a big girl, Cash. Mind your own
business,” Claire snapped back. She took a tiny blue pill out of a make
already a wreck emotionally; I don’t see how this could possibly make it any
worse. Quit asking questions, I might change my mind if you make me think into
it too much,” I said.
“Why
are you an emotional wreck? Because of this morning? I’m sorry. I’ve told you a
hundred times that I’m sorry. I don’t want to do this. Forget I said anything;
I shouldn’t have even brought it up. I just wanted to be honest with you about
whom I was talking to and what we were talking about,” he proclaimed.
“I
don’t fucking think so. We’re doing this now. I already decided. She’s
important to you, right? I need to learn to like her. What better way to learn
to like her than to let her make me come,” I maintained.
“You’re
awarding her more importance than she actually has. I think you’re building
this whole thing up in your head and turning it into more than it is,” he
quavered.
“I
really don’t think I am,” I rejected, “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I
want to fuck your ex girlfriend and current sub. I’ll take ‘things I never
thought I would say’ for 200, Alex,” I fumed. Cash shook his head and picked up
his phone. I heard her voice faintly on the other end of the line as he told
her I had agreed to have her over. What the fuck am I doing?
While
we waited for Claire to arrive, Cash worked on changing the sheets on the bed
in the guest room. I worked on emptying the rest of the whiskey bottle.
“Why
are you doing that?” I asked, “Are we going to use this room?”
“I
don’t fuck her in my bed. It’s just a line for me that I don’t want to cross. I
don’t know how to explain it,” he answered.
Ha, bitch. He fucks me in his bed, I think to myself. I’m
drunk. This should prove pretty interesting.
Claire
walked in unannounced. Again. She’d changed out of her skintight halter dress
and heels and was significantly less intimidating in her jeans and t-shirt. She
was still strikingly beautiful.
“What
made you change your mind, cupcake?” she asked me. The way she enunciated her
words made me cringe. I wanted to smack the smug little side smile right off
her face.
“I
don’t know. Don’t call me that. Why do you say weird shit?” I responded,
wishing I had a more eloquent insult for her. I really didn’t know why I had
agreed to this. I had the same feeling of dread that I had earlier. This was a
terrible fucking idea.
“It’s
my aesthetic,” she responded sarcastically.
“That’s
not what that fucking word means,” I snapped.
“Lilly,
can you retract your claws please?” Cash groaned.
“No,
no, I like her feisty. So, who’s gonna start the panty pile?” she asked,
looking from me to Cash.
“Sit
down, have a drink, we don’t need to get right to business,” Cash replied.
“I’m
not drinking. I’m high as a fucking kite already,” she quipped.
“What
are you on?” Cash asked.
“A
little bit of this, a little bit of that. No, I don’t have any for you. We need
your dick to work,” she replied. Cash blushed and let out an awkward laugh. I
shifted in my seat.
“Lilly,”
she continued, turning towards me, “you look really uncomfortable.” I became
aware of how rigid and tense my body had become since she walked through the
door. I sat straight as a pin with my knees locked and my arms crossed tight
against my chest.
“Probably
because I’m really fucking uncomfortable,” I replied.
“You
need to loosen up. This is going to be fun. Do you want a Xanax?” she offered.
My
nerves were winning against the whiskey. I didn’t want to be here. Getting sick
and passing out before anything happened sounded like a best-case scenario.
“Absolutely,”
I replied.
“Uh,
Lilly, you’ve had quite a bit to drink, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Cash
warned.
“She’s a big girl, Cash. Mind your own
business,” Claire snapped back. She took a tiny blue pill out of a make
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