Page 6 of Perilous

“I would make a great stepmother to you,” Molly said.

“I’m older than you!”

“That’s okay! It’s a whole new world now. None of that matters. I would be a great gift giver for your birthday and holidays. I mean, I already am now, but imagine it in a stepmom setting.”

I stand up. “You’re a bitch. I’m grossed out. I’m leaving.”

“Don’t give me attitude,young lady. I will ground you! I will turn this car around and go right back home!”

“You’re impossible,” I growl. “And a psycho.”

“Men love psycho women.”

“Stay away from my father, Molly.”

“Imagine the three of us taking a family picture in front of a giant Christmas tree at some private house in Colorado,” Molly says.

I walk out of the cafe, irritated yet smiling. Molly is psycho. A good friend, but totally insane.

And, honestly, it would not shock me if she really meant everything she said about fucking my father and then becoming my stepmother.

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I stareat the financial statements for a made up company, finding all their dirty little secrets that I’ll write for a report that will keep my perfect GPA in good standing. All of which I plan on using to get the hell out ofSAand find myself elsewhere in the world.

For the last week, I’ve pleasured myself each night, fantasizing about being in a different country with a different man fucking me senseless.Italy. France. Poland. Germany. Egypt…

That one was my favorite for some reason. All made up, of course, but in some ways maybe some kind of adventurous, sexual blueprint of me traveling the world and finding myself.

I will confess that when I had my fantasy about myEgyptianlover, I caught myself getting a littleroughwith myself.

Pinching my clit until it hurt.

Pinching my right nipple until it hurt, but then not stopping. Twisting and pulling and making myself cry out in pain, orgasming as I did so.

Even right now, my right nipple hurts a little, slightly bruised. When those little pulses of pain hit me from my nipple rubbing inside my bra it makes my inner thighs tingle, thinking about my fantasy.

I take a deep breath, not wanting to get turned on too soon here. I have to finish this project, then I can choose another foreign lover to fuck in my mind.

Where will Annika travel tonight?

South Africa?

Japan?

South America?

My phone buzzes against my desk and I let out a yelp. I see myDADis the culprit who has broken up my disgusting, dirty thoughts.

Another notification comes through. A very large sum of money has been deposited into my personal bank account. The text from Dad… wishing me safe travels.

I stand up and let out a scream. Athere’s-a-stalker-in-my-bedroom-with-a-knifekind of scream. I clutch my phone and spin around.

I hurry to call Molly and tell her the news that I’m going to be bolting fromSAand I will be traveling the world.

Molly looks for any and all reasons to go out and get drunk. Normally that’s not my thing,but…

This definitely calls for a celebration.

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