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Oh, what I would give to have that tongue licking me. Anywhere. She could punch me in the face and I would be happy honestly, doesn’t have to be her tongue.

This woman could do anything to me and I would thank her.

“I’m not sure, this is the first weird thing that has happened, I mean I have been waking up feeling like I’m being watched, but no one could be watching me up there, right? You didn’t put in any new stairs or anything I should know about, right?” I shake my head and she continues. “And Jayce is away for some stupid training the department is making him do. Can you come to stay with me tonight? We can hang out and drink and watch crappy movies. I would ask Janice, but I know she’s off tonight. That girl needs to get laid something bad,” she says laughing. “She’s going out on a date and hopefully won’t be available the rest of the night.”

She gives me her best pouty lip ‘please’ face which she really doesn’t have to do. I don’t think she realizes that I would drop anything to be within arm’s distance of her. She literally just offered me my dream on a silver platter.

“Yeah, no problem Olive. I’ll bring the booze and pizza as soon as the last call happens.”

“Thank you so much, Zan. You have no idea how much better that makes me feel.” She reaches over the bar and hugs me, then turns around walking back to her apartment.

Tonight, I get to protect my little demon from everyone, other than the devil that she is welcoming into her home.

Chapter 4

Janice

Ismack my lips together and check myself out in the mirror, my lips are looking perfect. Black lips with dark smokey eyes, hair half up half down, and an outfit that screams‘disrespect me and fuck my brains out please’with a tight-fitting shirt that has a cut out in the center that leaves hardly anything to the imagination.

A maxi skirt with a slit up each thigh that goes all the way to the top band, showing off my fishnets, black g-string on my hips, and high-heeled boots. I need to get laid so badly. If I can’t do it in this outfit, I will never be able to.

It’s been almost a year since I’ve had someone else inside me. At this point, I’m desperate. It’s not that I don’t get hit on. I mean, I am curvy and considered plus size, but I’m hot as fuck and I know it.

Big tits, a round ass, thighs that scream‘suffocate me’and I wear my confidence like a badge of honor. It’s hard to be confident in a world that tells you if you aren’t a size five, you aren’t good enough to be loved. But I’m proud of who I am, and how my body looks so I won’t shy away from my curves at all. I flaunt them, and anyone that doesn’t like it can go fuck themselves.

Ding* I grab my phone checking the text.

Olive: Let me see you, bitch.

I pull my tits out of my top, stick my tongue out and send her a picture.

If you can’t send topless pictures to your best friend, who can you? Random guys on the internet can pay me if they want to see them.

*drooling emoji* Holy shit! I want to put my face in those! If you don’t get laid tonight by that guy, I can totally help you out.

Ya ya ya, you say that, but every time I actually try to get up in you, you giggle. You’re a tease.

For real though, do you think he will like it?

I send her a picture in the mirror showing her my whole outfit.

If he doesn’t, he is a fucking moron. You look amazing, babe. Have the best time. Zander is staying over at my house tonight for pizza, beer, and trashy movies. Come over when the date is done.

You got it, babe. I’ll text you if I need to escape.

You know I always got you.

The Uber ride was long. The driver wouldn’t look at the road and kept ‘missing turns.’Maybe if you looked at where you were going, and not my tits in the mirror, we would have gotten here on time.

“The last time I ride economy in Uber,”I swear to myself. I say that every time though. I walk into the restaurant looking for my date. He said he was wearing a green button-up shirt and is sitting in the back corner.

“Zeek?” I ask, walking up to a man that fits the description.

“Hello, beautiful,” he says standing up and taking my hand to shake while looking me up and down.

“You must be Janice, you are stunning. How are you doing tonight?”

Here is where the small talk begins. I wish we could just skip all of this and go fuck in the bathroom real quick. But, I have to try to be more normal now that I’m thirty.

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