Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Holy fuck!” I grunt with surprise. “Janice works at Club Z now?”
“Looks like it,” Dane hums. “Did you know?”
“Fuck no!” I reply, unable to keep the note of surprise out of my voice. “But then again, I’m actually not surprised,” I continue. “You know Janice ditched me because she wanted to try a polyamorous lifestyle. I guess Club Z was her first stop.” Then, as we watch, Janice serves the drinks to two men sitting at a table to our left. The guys glance at her lustfully before leaning forwards to suckle at her breasts. Janice throws her head back and sighs, cupping those big boobies as male hands rove hungrily over her ass and thighs.
“It looks like she got her wish,” grunts Dane, his eyebrows up in the air. “Because damn, that woman’s working it.” As we watch, one of the men slides his hand into the front of her thong, clearly twiddling her clit. Meanwhile, the other pushes the back of her thong out of the way before stroking the tight pleats of her asshole. Janice throws her head back even further, enjoying the depravity as she moans, clutching both men to her chest.
Clearly a threesome is about to take place, but I don’t need to see it. In fact, I’ve seen all I need to see here at Club Z tonight. Enough to confirm that this isn’t my scene anymore. But also enough for some basic education: women nowadays are into kinky stuff, just like dudes. Polyamorous living, breeding, and even pretending to be a sex doll.
Maybe I just needed my eyes opened. Maybe what I’ve been doing with Chrissy isn’t so bad because women have desires too, and it’s fine for them to express their preferences. In fact, I appreciate it because it takes the guesswork out of things.
Suddenly, I know I’ve fucked up because I’ve been judging Chrissy for being nothing but playful. I’ve assumed that the dirty acts and rancid sex have been too much for the teen girl, but now, I know I’m wrong. She’s an adult. She has a high school degree and is of legal age. I can’t make these decisions for her, and I shouldn’t have judged her while I held myself to a different standard. Suddenly, I know what I need to do. I need to talk to the curvy girl, and to atone for my actions. That is, if it’s not too late already.
11
Chrissy
I throw the last of my clothes into my suitcase and close it up. All of my books are already off the shelves and piled neatly in boxes lining the wall. The only thing I still need to do is strip the bed and wash the sheets. I don’t know where I’m going to live yet, but it really doesn’t matter because I just need to get out of here. I found a youth hostel to stay at temporarily, and there are lots of rooms for rent in shared houses. Maybe I can convince Elissa to look at some of them with me and move in somewhere together.
After all, I can’t remain here, in Brad’s home. I made up my mind the moment he ended our conversation with those snide remarks. The way he discarded me still stings, and it’s obvious that I should have moved out months ago.
Yet it’s been so hot pretending to be one of Brad’s sex dolls. It was fun, and I’ve had incredible sex with the gorgeous older man. But now, my stunts just seem stupid. Why the fuck did I hide in the delivery box? Brad clearly didn’t think it was cute or funny. After I retreated to my room, tears of shame and disappointment poured out. Then, I took a deep breath and here we are now. I’m leaving with my head down and my tail between my legs.
Angrily, I yank the sheets from the bed and add them to some final items in the laundry basket I want to wash before I leave for good because it might be a while before I can do laundry again, so I want to make the most of it. But as I pick up the laundry basket and balance it on my hip to take downstairs, there’s a knock on my door. I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest.
Who is it? It can’t be Brad because I heard him leave not long ago, and besides, I didn’t hear his car pull back into the driveway. I throw a hasty glance outside to confirm he’s still out, but to my surprise, I see Brad’s sedan, parked right there in the driveway where it always is. Oh shit. I must not have heard him come home, preoccupied with my own thoughts as I have been. There’s another gentle rap on the door.