“Holy fucking God!”I cry, then slap a hand over my mouth to mute my profanity.
“Be a good girl, Cupcake.Scream for Daddy.”
That simple sentence is the death of me, and I come so hard that I bite down on my fist to silence my screams.Every part of my body is awakened and taut.I’m hot and dizzy as I attempt to catch my breath.
It feels as if a thread has been pulled throughout my body, and I am merely a marionette controlled by the puppeteer, and that puppeteer is Kit.
I collapse, thankful I’m lying down.
My body is heavy.
I can’t feel anything other than the thrashing of my heart, bouncing off the confines of its cage.
“You’re a good girl.”
I didn’t realize how badly I craved his praise.
And I want more.
My pussy throbs.“Thank you, Daddy.”
I’m sitting in a small booth, sipping a vanilla shake.
It’s disco bowling night.
And as lame as it is, it’s the perfect camouflage.
With the lights turned down low to make way for the colorful strobes and the loud disco music, I can remain incognito as patrons are too busy grooving to the disco hits to pay any attention to me.
Some have even dressed up for the night.
With their flared pants and Afro wigs, one could be forgiven for believing they were transported back in time.
“Strike!”one very excited man with a fake handlebar mustache yells while using his hands as pistols to shoot down the pins.
It seems he’s very passionate about bowling.
Jupiter is behind the counter, handing out shoes to customers.
She wears her hair in two space buns.The glitter she smeared on her cheeks makes her appear more magical than she already is.She smiles at the small talk, but I know Jupiter, and like me, she’s a chameleon.
We say the right things to the right crowds, without drawing any attention to ourselves.And when we’re done, we’re merely just a face in the crowd they’ll soon forget.
She makes eye contact with me and mouths an apology for taking so long.
I shake my head, gesturing for her not to worry.
I watch her carry herself with nothing but confidence.It’s evident why she’s never shy of admirers.She’s beautiful.
Blonde and petite, adopting the girl-next-door vibe.
But she’s not interested.
However, she’s never rude to her wannabe suitors.
She simply gushes and pretends to behave coyly, always using the same cover story that she doesn’t have time to date because she’s her sick grandmother’s caregiver.
No one seems to question the ailing elderly story.
