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Amber snatched the photo back and shoved it into her purse. “He’s my bible studies tutor. My stepdad said I’ve been falling behind on my readings, and so he’s coming over to help.”
“Oh, he’s going to help you, alright. He’s going to help himself and shove his cock down your little virgin throat.” Breonna winked and locked her arms around the both of us as we made our way to the mall's second floor.
“He’s a gentleman. He would never.”
Breonna sliced her eyes from me and then to Amber, “They all are, but they still like to see us on our knees….”
A little shop caught their eyes, and they went inside. I knew Breonna was in heaven because they sold every kind of tumbler and mug. She was a sucker for having a tumbler to match every single one of her outfits. I lingered outside the entrance and caught sight of a new lingerie store. I didn’t know what I was buying, but I knew lingerie was on the list.
I glanced back into the cute store to find Breonna and Amber preoccupied, then slipped out of sight. Soft music flowed from the speakers above as I entered, and a wave of clean-smelling perfume seeped into my nostrils. The selection seemed mixed as I walked through. Cream-colored lace and soft cotton filled up one half of the store, while the other half teetered on the line of good girl gone bad.
“Can I help you?” A woman asked.
I threaded a hand through my hair and gripped my purse strap like a worried child. “Um, I’m just looking,” I mumbled.
Her eyes flickered with curiosity, and she extended her arm toward the stripper-type lingerie and told me that all the pieces were thirty percent off. It’s like she could read my mind, or maybe not. She gave me a dismissive nod and continued futzing with the clothing on a nearby rack.
The store was empty for the most part, and I was grateful for that. I scanned the drawers, pulling them open to expose the dark-colored prints and sheer fabric. Then I remembered I forgot to ask if they carried my size. As if she could read my mind, she came over and pulled open a drawer near the bottom.
“Size eighteen or twenty in panties?”
“Twenty,” I whispered like an idiot.
“You’re in luck because I just restocked this style this morning. Is this for a special occasion?” She asked with a winged brow.
The question caught me off guard, and I stood there like a fish out of water holding a cut-out bra in my hand. “Umm, kind of.” I lied.Yes, this is for a random man on cam who makes me touch myself while he jerks off, and I’m hoping to see him againand show him my new lingerie set.
Once I found a set I liked, I raked my brain back and forth, wondering if it would even look good on me. The woman urged me to try it on, but I didn’t have time. The last thing I wanted was for Breonna to find me and make a scene. I grabbed two sets in my size and rushed to the checkout desk.
“Oh, I see you picked two sets from ourEyes on Mecollection. Wonderful.”
Her movements froze when she saw the look on my face, and I forced my lips into a nervous smile.
“Is something wrong?” She asked as she wrapped the sets in dark purple tissue paper.
I drew in a breath, “No, nothing at all.”
“Good. Hopefully, he enjoys it.”
Oh, he will. I can assure you that.
The whole day was shit. I’ve been in charge of many construction contracts throughout my life, and I’ve never seen so much red tape. Stonebridge was relatively small, with a big city feel and an unwelcoming township committee. As the hours weighed down, I gave up and packed my things to head back to the hotel. I thought this day couldn’t get any worse, and then I noticed a missed call from my lawyer.Great.
Tired, hungry, and needing a release, I was practically walking out of my clothes when I slammed my fist into my private elevator button.
I had a ton of shit to do because my job never ended, but I needed to see my birthday girl. Just thinking about her soft curves and rolls made my mouth water, and I caught a drop of drool that dangled off the edge of my bottom lip. The chime of my elevator was music to my ears. I toed out of my steel-toe boots, ripped off my shirt, and grabbed my personal laptop off the coffee table in the living room. Settling into the recliner, I opened my laptop and shamelessly typed in the name of the cam site.
As I scrolled through the girls, my stomach pitted into tight coils. She had to be online, fuck, she needed to be online. I check the time in the upper right corner, which read 11:15 PM. My fingers moved frantically on the mouse pad, and my movements stilled. There she was. She was sitting in her little princess-like room, wearing an oversized shirt, coloring in her little workbook.
A glowing gold banner hung above her room that said “Upcoming Talent.” I chuckled and wondered what this little mink's secret was as I released the buckle to my jeans. Her room had a few customers begging her to take off her shirt, and I couldn’t deny the joy I felt as I watched her ignore them.That’s my girl.
I didn’t want to believe it, but she had a hold on me, and the more I fought it, the stronger the urge became. She was mine. She perked up when she saw my name appear in the private chat request.
“Hey, there, birthday girl.” I leaned back in the chair and tossed one arm over my head.
Her eyes cut to my bicep before slowly trailing over to the column of my neck and down my torso. Having her eyes pinned on me made my skin erect with goosebumps.
“Hi,” she said as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
