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“Please what, little slut? Use your words.Beg me.”

“Please, I need you inside me.”

“Good, little slut,” she says while pulling her fingers off my nipple, slowly caressing down my body as she slides her hand back to my cunt.

“You want to ride my fingers?”

“Yes! Please, please.” She thrusts two fingers in hard and fast, my body almost gives out right then and there.

“Holy shit! You are going to make me come again,” I moan.

While sucking my pierced nipple, she starts thrusting harder than before with her hand, slamming it into me. She bites down on my nipple and sucks it forcefully into her mouth.

“Janice! I’m coming!” I barely manage to get out, when the door opens, and reality crashes around me.

“Holy fuck!” I hear a man’s voice from the door.

Chapter 6

Zander

After what feels like an eternity, I slam the door shut and run to find my clothes.

Holy shit, I should have knocked. But fuck I’m so glad I didn’t.

Seeing Olive’s eyes roll to the back of her head like that, IN PERSON?! I never want to forget that moment.

I will be a ninety-year-old man saying, “Back in my prime, I walked in on my obsession being tongue fucked by a hot alt chick in her shower.” It will live in my brain as one of my great moments for my entire existence. The porn is nowhere close to being able to replicate how mesmerizing it was to see that moment with my own two eyes, right in front of me.

Running around like an idiot who has no idea what to do, I find my shirt, shoes, and all the stuff I took out of my pockets for some reason.

What the fuck happened last night? Seriously. I wake up to heaven behind a door, and every card being flung out of my wallet. It must have gotten insane.

I think I’ve run back and forth from the front door to the bathroom door seventeen times, I hear the door shift, and the handle turn. I lunge for the front door, open it, and run down the stairs at the fastest pace I have ever moved in my life. You would think her cop boyfriend was on duty and chasing me with how fast I’m moving.

Making it downstairs, I lock the doors so no one can come in. Sitting on the ground behind the bar top. I start to finally get oxygen to my brain and can actually form coherent thoughts.

I realize I’m being completely dramatic and acting like a teenage boy seeing boobies for the first time. But I honestly have no idea how to react at this point.

Is Olive going to be pissed at me for walking in?

Should I have stayed and acted like nothing happened?

Is Janice going to act weird at work now?

FUCK! I have to work with Janice tonight!

How. The. Fuck. Am. I. Going. To. Do. That?!?

Running my hands through my hair and then dragging them down my face I throw my head into my knees, wrap my arms around myself and just sit there behind the bar listening.

I’m being touched.

I’m being shaken.

What the fuck?

Opening my eyes, I see Janice standing over me.

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