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I close my eyes and let my hands roam down my body, caressing my supple breasts, my taut stomach, down to my pussy. I bite my lip as I touch myself, imagining Seth and Hayden walking in and finding me here in their bathroom, violating their boundaries. Maybe they would be so angry that they’d want to punish me. Teach me a lesson.
I begin to massage my clit in little circles, moaning as I picture Hayden unzipping his jeans and whipping out his cock, stroking it while he stares at me with those dark eyes. I imagine him getting into the bat
htub with me, the two of us soapy and slippery as we make out. Seth would come up behind me, pressing his cock against my ass while he kisses my neck. I roll my hips in rhythm, sighing as I get closer and closer to climax. I play with my nipples while I touch myself, picturing Hayden’s face as he slides his cock inside my virgin pussy…
“Fuck,” I murmur breathlessly as I cum all over my fingers underneath the water. I lie there for a moment, just coming down from the waves of pleasure. It feels amazing, but it doesn’t totally satisfy me. I need more, and it’s killing me. But I’m way too busy to date anyone. I haven’t even kissed a guy since I was in high school a couple years ago. It’s so weird how I make everyone think I’m this sexy siren, but in real life, I’m alone.
I get out of the bath and dry off, then check the time on my phone. “Oh my god!” I gasp, realizing I’m late for an audition I booked last week. I can’t miss this.
I hurriedly get dressed and head out, hopping into my little pink Honda. I rush across town to the casting set, my stomach twisting in nervous knots. I hope this goes well, because this film could be the one to catapult me into true stardom. I’m in a waiting room with a bunch of other pretty girls, all of whom give me dirty looks and ignore me. It’s a cutthroat world, and I’m used to it by now. Finally, the casting director calls me into the room and hands me a script to read off of while I give the camera sultry looks. I do a pretty damn good job, if I do say so myself, and at the end, the director agrees.
“That was amazing, Miss Walton,” he says, walking over to shake my hand. He gives me the same lusty onceover that all men give me, and I know he’s picturing me naked. It’s difficult not to. I give him a demure smile.
“Thank you so much for the opportunity,” I reply.
“Sure thing,” he says. He’s still staring at me like I’m a piece of meat. I’m used to it. “I hope I’ll be seeing more of you soon.”
I giggle flirtatiously and toss my hair over my shoulder. “I hope so, too.”
With that, I head back out of the building, passing by all the other wannabe actresses in the lobby. I’m feeling good. That went really well. I check my phone to see a ton of new notifications, most of which I expected. But I also have a message from my roommate, Seth. It says: Can you come home soon? We need to have a roommate meeting. It’s important.
I frown at the phone, confused as to what he means. They were out all day today, but I guess they came home while I was in the audition room. Regardless, I do not like being told what to do. Sure, we’ll have that meeting, but I’m going to take my time getting home! So I ignore his text and drive to my favorite nail salon to get a manicure, then hit up a trendy coffee shop to grab a skinny latte before finally heading back home with the sun slipping down over the horizon. By the time I pull into the parking space in front of the condo, it’s almost sunset.
I come waltzing into the condo with my freshly-painted nails and fancy latte to find Seth and Hayden standing in the living room, giving me very stern looks. I respond with an innocent smile and take a sip of my drink.
“What took you so long? We’ve been waiting for you,” Seth says angrily.
“What’s the big deal? You said we needed to have a meeting, but you didn’t say when,” I reply brattily. Hayden glares at me, his muscular arms folded over his broad chest.
“Are you kidding me? We said it was important,” he retorts. “In fact, you know what? This is exactly the problem. You’re so selfish and stubborn you just do whatever you want without thinking of others at all.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I respond with a shrug.
“Yes, you do. You make messes all the time and never clean up after yourself. You eat our food without replacing it or paying for it. You use our soap and towels and stuff without asking. You have your own room and bathroom, and yet you insist on using our stuff! You walk around the apartment dressed like a slut, just to tease us.” Seth accuses fiercely.
“You go out all hours of the night, waking me up when you come home. I’m an athlete, Kenzie. I need my sleep,” Hayden insists.
“Oh, whatever. You guys are just ganging up on me,” I protest, pouting.
“So, you’re denying it? All of it?” Hayden asks, raising an eyebrow.
I nod. “Yep. I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”
Seth and Hayden exchange smug looks. Seth grabs the TV remote and turns on the television, then presses play. On the screen is a familiar sight… me! Walking into the kitchen and stealing their granola bars. Lying on Seth’s bed and taking selfies in my bra and panties. And then footage from this morning, when I touched myself while taking a bath in their bathroom!
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you guys filmed me! This is illegal, you know? This is blackmail!” I shout angrily.
Seth smirks. “You’re damn right it is, and if we leaked the footage, it could ruin your career, couldn’t it?”
“Yes, it could,” I shoot back.
“It would be a real shame if your followers got to see the real Kenzie Walton. Parading around the house in her panties, being an entitled little brat,” Hayden insinuates.
My heart is pounding. “Okay, okay. Fine. You got me. But please, please don’t post that footage. I’ll do anything. Whatever you want. I’ll stop messing with your stuff, I swear,” I tell them desperately. They grin at each other.
“You’ve teased us for too long,” Hayden says in a low voice. “I know you did it on purpose. You just love seeing us lust after you, don’t you?”
I stare down at the floor, ashamed at how easily they can read me. “Yes,” I murmur.
