“So I’ve been thinking.”
The words cause me pause, the weight of the sentence amplified with its delivery.
“Uh huh?”
“Well, maybe more planning than thinking.”
My face scrunches as I turn to her with an inquiring sort of scowl, “uh huh…”
“I want you to wear something tonight…”
There is an undeniable anticipation and zeal in her tone, “during the exhibit.”
In my childlike curiosity, I find an increasing level of trepidation. I forego another primitive response and instead silently await further explanation. She walks to the dresser, opens her panty drawer and pulls out a box.
“Here, open it.”
My mouth twists, knowing I’ll never abstain from taking a gift from her. I take the small package and lift my eyes to meet hers. Her eyes are eager and she has a hint of crimson about her cheeks, I can’t help but match her. I look back down to the gift and untie the wide ribbon bow around it, “Keep this for later?” She giggles and snatches the ribbon from my hand.
I smirk and return to my task, I pull the top from the box, the tissue paper follows the lid up a moment before gently falling back. An unmistakable black shape is barely concealed under the thin white paper. I swallow, trying to calm the rising tide. Drawing the tissue paper aside, I see the bulbous black butt plug, a teasing little flair accentuates one end of the base. Small ribs spiral around the neck.
“Do you want help putting it in?”
“What? Now? I mean, uh, no.”
She looks at me expectantly and I redden further, “Right, I’ll be right back.”
“Just do it here.” She moves over to her nightstand, “Here, I have some lube.”
I shrink, a knot that started in my stomach now rests well in my throat. There’s no way around it, not that I’d spend much time searching. I begin to fumble with my pants, placing the package on the bed, while attempting to avoid thoughts of what I might look like inserting a plug into my ass.
Katherine walks up to me and grabs the plug before I am finished removing my pants.
“I’ll get it lubed for you.” Her excitement is defeating in a rather wonderful way.
“No, I can…”
“Actually, yeah.” She pauses, plug in hand as she turns to disarm me with her gaze. “Why don’t you.”
I reach out my hand to accept the plug from her, watching as a devious smirk tugs at the corner of her lips.
“Open up.”
My knees turn to jelly and I exhale with the softest of a whimper. She is unyielding in her advances as she points the tip of the plug toward my lips. My eyes soften at the edges and I open my mouth to accept her suggestion.
She pushes it in and my mouth spreads wider to properly take it in. “Suck on it, get it nice and wet baby.” Her voice is syrup as I fight my tongue against the plug. Her fingers tease against my stubble.
“Oh, such a good boy for Miss Mae.” She twists the plug in my mouth and pulls it from my sucking lips. “Is it ready?”
I don’t know the right answer and I stare like a frightened student at my fierce teacher.
“Hmm, I don’t think so.” She pushes it back into my mouth and lets go of it, expecting me to handle the lubrication on my own. “Climb up on the bed, hands and knees Princess.”
*Fuck*
She knows I’m in no position to fight or protest. I simply give a momentary scowl, realizing it looks perfectly ridiculous with my mouth so fully plugged. She drives the point home with a giggle that turns me red with a humbled rage.
As I climb onto the bed, I hear the lid of the lube pop open. I blindly prepare for the touch of her finger as I stare at the headboard.
*SMACK*
I nearly spit the plug out as a muffled scream vibrates around the neck.
“Mmm, sorry, I just couldn’t resist.”
She rubs her hand over the lingering sting on my ass. I don’t know what makes me think of it, but there is a certain je ne sais quoi that hangs in the air in those moments when her hand leaves my body and I am blind to her actions. I believe I know what is to come but, still, I am never prepared for its arrival.
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
I’m quivering around the plug as drool dribbles uncontrollably from my lower lip. I see stars and feel explosions in my head as I try to grasp at the straws of the moment.
Dizzy and undisputedly off-kilter, I work to gather enough wits to prepare for another round.
With the lightest of touches; my body buckles, back arches and I jump somehow from hand and knee as Miss Mae teases a single finger against my puckered hole. I groan around the plug and she coos, “Such a good boy for me.”
*Oh my fucking god!*
I want to bury myself under a mountain of blankets and hide from the absolute humiliation I love and adore at the hand of this goddess. The way she can bring me so quickly and easily to this point is unwaveringly unfair. And yet, I’ll happily submit to this any and every time.
Her lubed finger dances at the precipice of my hole only a moment before she slides inside me. The pain still lingering on my cheeks is dulled by the slow and gentle manner in which she lubricates my rosebud. A wave of paralysis ripples over my body, as if her finger is the stone into the placid waters of my soul. I give myself completely over to her.
She is methodical in her work, lubricating and stretching me with every twist, turn, and curl of her finger. Adding a second as I mindlessly suck at the plug this is all meant for.
Suddenly, with her still inside me, I feel the fingers of her other hand wrap around the base of the plug and pull it from my mouth, I exhale hoarsely in its absence and let slip a weak, “uhhh fuck.”
“Oh my, enjoying yourself Princess?”
“Stahp, fuck.”
She giggles as her fingers finally leave my ass and she quickly replaces them with the plug as It presses thickly against my wet hole. “Just relax.” As if on cue, her soft reminder weakens my hole enough for the plug to slip right inside.
“Unngh.”
“Fuck, so hot. C’mere baby.”
I’m shaky as I climb back off the bed, the plug is felt with each movement and I stand, turning to face her.
“Before you put your pants back on, I have one more thing.” She smiles, giddy and clearly loving every moment of this.
She hikes her dress up and begins to shimmy out of her panties. I’m enraptured by her, watching in absolute adoration at her every move. She pulls a leg out and then the other. Standing back up, she offers the panties up.
“Put these on Princess.”
“Come on now, enough of that.”
She raises an eyebrow and smirks. I furrow my brow and the silent standoff lasts only a moment before I sigh, roll my eyes, grab the panties and begin to slide into them. They are tight and slightly uncomfortable, riding right up against the plug.
But it’s nothing in comparison to the very real and very intense moisture that clings to my cock. I am wearing her arousal and the point is not at all lost on me as I simply add my own to the lace.
“Go ahead, put your pants back on now, we are going to be late.”
She moves toward the bedroom door and out into the hallway. I realize she fully intends to go to the exhibit without panties, I struggle to keep pace.
It’s as if she reads my thoughts. “Hurry up Princess!”
I snap to and grab my pants from the floor, as I bend down I am treated to an eruption of vibration that nearly sends me to the floor. “Ah! Shit!” The plug in my ass tickling my insides with cadenced vibrations. A single bead of sweat forms at my brow as I realize the gravity of my evening ahead.
The vibrations amplify, “How’s it coming in there?” Miss Mae asks in a sing-song fashion.
“Haah, I’m… I’m working on it!”
“I’ll be in the car.”
The vibrations settle into a dull hum and I am at least able to focus on finishing getting dressed before sliding into my shoes, tying them quickly and following Miss Mae out to the car.
She’s seated in the passenger seat and watching me with a wide smile. I hustle and slide into the drivers seat. The plug pressing up into me. I look from the corner of my eye and slowly turn to her, white with anxious arousal.
Her smile consumes her entire body as she shows me her phone, the app, and the control she will have over the plug in my ass over the course of our evening.
“Let’s get going Princess!”
I make to groan only to catch a growing wave of vibration. I quickly change course, “Yes, Miss Mae.”
“Mm, good boy.”
_____
“Where should we go for dinner after?”
My mind is inside my ass as I turn the wheel and navigate us toward the art exhibit. Her friend Jess’s work will be on display which means plenty of acquaintances and expectations for quality conversation.
My mouth is dry and I feel slightly light-headed.
My breathe catches as I feel a buzz inside, “Ha ah.”
“What do you think?”
“About?” My forehead tingles with the chaos of my current reality. Attempting to play out conversations and scenarios while driving amid the busy late afternoon streets. The buzz crescendos and I realize my mistake.
“Shhhhit, sorry.”
“About dinner, what is sounding good?”
The vibrations slowly fade into nothing but solid and constant pressure against my prostate.
“Maybe order in? Or I can make something at home?”
“Mmmm, we’re dressed so nice, seems a shame to waste it to just go home right after.”
She plays with her phone as I fight between keeping my eyes on the road and gauging what she is doing, praying it’s not adjustments to the plug inside me.
“I’m thinking maybe we try that little Italian place. I like their wine selection and pasta just sounds yummy.”
The nonchalance in her voice and actions is making me wild as I sit on the very edge of my seat, ready for anything except, seemingly, normal conversation. The drive carries on this way until we are just a couple blocks away.
Waiting at a stoplight, I am thinking about parking spots and hoping for quick success. I see the light changing for the traffic running perpendicular to us and I begin to gently pull my foot from the brake pedal. Our light turns green and as I begin to feed fuel to the engine she hits me with a powerful wave of vibration. I slam the gas and the car lunges forward. My knuckles white on the steering wheel, I correct my control of the car as I slowly come to terms with the pulsing plug. “Shit! Not while I’m driving!”
“Oh no, can my Princess not handle a little stimulation while driving.”
I look wide-eyed at her for only a second before turning back to the road. She makes to place a finger on her phone screen, watching for my reaction. She amplifies it for a second before lowering the level to a soft throb.
I turn onto the block with the exhibit and find a car just pulling out of a spot. I turn on my blinker to tell the cars behind of my intent and then pull ahead to align myself to parallel park.
As I turn my head she hits me again and I tense, eyes closing tightly before I look at her, her wide smile informing me we are only just beginning. She jostles between a strong and dull vibration, mixing in a paced tremor to keep me guessing. The distraction enough to prolong the process as I find myself having to correct mistakes I normally would not make.
Finally I put the car in park and kill the engine. “Ready to go?” I’m practically panting and not at all ready for what’s to come.
As we near the building, I see James approaching. I quickly take stock of myself as I work toward an outward level of composure. “James! You made it!”
“Hey Kat, Will, how are you guys?”
“Great, so excited!” Katherine takes the lead and I am thankful for the extra moment of reprieve. James quickly turning to me, “What’s new?”
“Oh not much, same old same ohhld.” I feel heat rising on my neck, forcing myself to expound. “Been biking a lot, found a new trail you gotta check out.”
“Nice, I’m definitely down. Shall we?” James nods toward the exhibit entrance.
James leads the way to the stairs as Katherine gives me a smirk and a shuddering nearly sends me to my knees. “You alright there babe?” She asks with just a hint of coy teasing.
“Yeah yeah, just missed a step there.” I say with a slight lack of oxygen.
The exhibit is well attended and thankfully there aren’t a ton of familiar faces. We get checked in and Katherine is quick to suggest a tasking, “You want to find us something to drink?”
“Yes, of course.” *Miss Mae*
My eyes say it but in our present company I refrain from speaking it.
And so begins the silent game of cat and mouse, it’s as if she knows precisely when and how to hit me with a wave of sensation. As I’m asking for cocktails, reaching for my wallet, thanking the bartender. The icy glasses pale in comparison to the chills I have coursing up and down my spine.
I’m thankful James is self-absorbed enough to carry the conversation as we find Katherine chatting with Jess and some other acquaintances. “Oh thanks babe!” Miss Mae takes her cocktail and sips it as she turns her attention back to the conversation at hand.
“Oh hi Will! So good to see you again!” Jess is exuberant and cuts the group in half to give me a big hug.
I see Katherine from the corner of my eye reach into her purse and I suddenly feel the plug begin a cadenced throbbing inside me. I squeeze Jess tighter as I look to Katherine in desperation, she bites her lip and smirks, fighting it off to take a sip.
My voice is shaky and I’m terrified others can hear it. It only amplifies the sound as I congratulate Jess, “Ahmazing stuff Jess. Really, ah, really great work!” I quickly take a sip of my cocktail and play as if I have a tickle in my throat and not, in fact, in my ass.
“You’re so sweet, thanks for coming!”
“Oh we, mmm, wouldn’t miss it.”
Jess looks past me, “Ugh, I should go and be social. Don’t leave without saying goodbye!”
“Of course.”
Katherine leans in, “She loves you.” I want to shrink into her arms and just escape to our own privacy. “Shall we walk around and check it out?”
I breathe out so only she can hear, “Yes, Miss Mae.”
She winks at me, “Good boy.” *Fuck* The panties soak further.
Thankfully, James is preoccupied with another of his friends and we are able to walk off on our own. As we move about the exhibit, folks congregate here and there. We turn a corner to find just one other small group of attendees within a smaller room. They begin to make their way back toward the main party, leaving us alone.
“Should we get going to dinner.”
I turn to respond to her, “Ye-ahhhhh! Ughh, fuck.” She has an Amazonian glaze in her eyes and she pushes me up against the wall. I’m one solid and rigid mass of ice and steel, frozen and stiff. She has a hand on my chest and before I can react otherwise, she grabs hold of my cock through my pants, “Oooh shit.” The vibrations humming away inside me as she leans up and in to kiss my neck.
My thighs tremble and I feel as though it is only her that is keeping me standing, her holding me up against the wall. “Haa ahh. Miss. Shi, haaah fuck. Miss Mae.” Her lips suck and kiss my neck as she tugs on my cock still tethered within the lace panties. My vision is blurry as I feel perfectly vulnerable and incapacitated. I would do absolutely anything she asked in this moment, it’s no different in any other but somehow amplified by the scenario. I would, I could, I *need* to.
“Are you my Princess?” The words tickle against my neck.
*Fuck*
“Yes,” I’m panting and haggardly whispering, “yes, I’m your Princess, Miss Mae.”
“Mmm yes, yes you are. Such a good boy.” She backs off of me and I nearly crumble to the floor without her touch. The only constant still the reverberating pressure against my prostate.
“We should say goodbye then if we want to make our reservation.”
My head shudders as I watch her strut from the room. She turns, “You coming Princess?”
____
I stand there a moment, thoughts of collection running wild in my head. I feel like a deck of cards after playing fifty-two pickup. *We haven’t even had dinner yet.* The gauntlet of the evening still well in its infancy.
A crescendo that builds against my prostate drives my left foot forward, followed quickly by the right. I am in conditioning, responding in perfect fashion as I bound toward my Miss and obediently sidle up to her.
“Good boy.” She whispers and teasingly swats my ass.
I feel like I’m sweating, like the entire room is privy to our little game and secret. They pay us little care but in my depraved and humiliatingly aroused state we could have the place to ourselves and still I’d feel the eyes of the world on me.
“You do realize Jess will expect us to join the rest of them later tonight.”
I look at Miss Mae, I look at her like I imagine a puppy looks at it’s owner after it puts away a box of treats. My stare, a silent but obvious pondering of what she intends to do or say next.
“I suppose that’s the one decision you get to make tonight.”
My shoulders droop and I groan, somewhat terrified by the prospect of trying to decline an invitation from Jess. But unwaveringly determined to get home as soon as possible.
We mix back into the main room and the crowd has increased in size and volume. My hand finds hers and just the feel of her fingers curling into mine is it’s own form of palpitation, I feel my neck warm with the sensation.
We navigate the crowd, hand-in-hand, and find Jess chatting with Maggie and a few others I don’t recognize. Maggie spots us first and waves.
“Hi guys! Pretty amazing stuff, huh?”
“Exceeding expectations.” Katherine opines.
“Just beautiful, how have you been Maggie?”
“Oh good, busy, but good. You?”
*bzzzzz*
I tense and ride the strong signal, determined to survive this latest ordeal. As if Miss Mae is privy to my determination, the sensation crescendos and challenges my dedication. My body tenses and twists as a desperation almost certainly fills my eyes.
“I’ve, ahhh, I’ve been been good, yeah. Bu bu busy, just ahh,” I swallow and try to shift my stance which only sends me reeling.
“Doing a lot of trail riding.” I finish my sentence quickly and see perfectly well that Maggie has a somewhat inquisitive look about her. I’m infinitely thankful for Jess’s intrusion into the conversation, Katherine drawing in along with her. The gratitude waning quickly.
“So Will, Kat said you’re thinking about ditching out on the after party?”
There is finally, mercifully, a pause in the vibration that lasts only a second before it triggers again, hitting me with a fresh cadenced dose like the ticking of a clock, for every silent *tick*, there is a buzz-filled *tock*.
The weight of the three fierce women staring me down is nearly too much. I look to Katherine for reprieve, she simply smirks and raises an eyebrow.
“Well we just, uhh, had, erm have dinner reservations and….”
Jess narrows her eyes and I scan each woman in turn, the spot I stand overly uncomfortable as I feel an eternity pass by, if it were not for the timed reminder clicking away well inside my ass.
I sigh, “well I suppose we could maybe swing over after?” Katherine shakes her head teasingly, a wide devilish smile.
“Oh yay! I thought maybe we were gonna be in our first fight.” Jess leans in and gives me a quick peck on the cheek.
“We really should be going though.” I say as I look to Katherine for back-up. “Of course, of course! Go on your special little dinner date.” Jess shoos us away as Maggie bids a farewell, “See you both later.” We both wave as I turn from the group and begin to make our way from the exhibit through the growing crowd. I battle with finding the right timing to my stride to weaken the experience, it is a lost cause.
My inabilities to calm myself is thankfully alleviated by the fresh air as we exit onto the street. “So, the after party, huh?”
My momentary relief vanishes as Miss Mae immediately pulls me from my reverie. “What was I gonna say?! So not fair!” She giggles and grabs hold of my hand, pulling me into a kiss, whatever foundation of a tantrum I had built quickly evaporates against her lips.
The city strips away as I find myself getting lost in her. Our lips part and I open my eyes to meet hers, “I love you.” She whispers and I blush.
“I love you too.”
“Shall we?”
“Yes, but would you mind giving me a bit of a break?” My eyes dart downward and slightly roll. “If you knew how wet I am, I don’t think you’d ask that.” My eyes bulge and loins flutter and quiver as my mouth salivates at the very notion of her warm wet sex, covered only by the summer dress.
My gait has a noticeable hitch in it as I walk dumbfounded and deliriously aroused. Thankfully, the plug calms to just a dull throb, a soft and gentle reminder it’s still very much there.
The walk is refreshing and it affords me a moment of reflection, cherishing this woman at my side. Her complete control over me a shared obsession. It carries us to the restaurant and the host greets us warmly before guiding us to our table.
Sitting causes the plug to shift and press inside me. It’s as if Katherine knows, her finger on her phone she gives me a fresh dose of heavy vibration. I crumble in my seat and pleadingly stare into her dancing eyes.
The notice the server approaching and work quickly to recover the little that I can. She pours water for each of us and goes over the specials for the evening, I catch barely half of her words as I feel Miss Mae’s foot brush against my calf.
“It all sounds wonderful, I think we’ll start with the burrata and a bottle of this Chilean Cab.” As the server acknowledges Katherine’s request and departs to place the order, I grab my water and drink, I’m feeling parched but the water does little to quell my thirst.
“How ya doing baby?”
I steel my chin and tilt my head, even her voice at this point has me oozing into her panties. The feel of the wetness against my cock sending me reminders of her bare sex seated across the table from me.
The server brings the bottle of wine and uncorks it for us, pouring a sampling for Katherine. She swirls the wine and I watch as she raises the glass to her lips, it is a deflating realization, to recognize your jealousy of an inanimate object. The way her lips cradle the glass and the flow of the crimson into her mouth has me mesmerized.
“It’s perfect, thank you.” I watch the server fill her glass and subsequently fill my own before placing it on the table for us. “The burrata should be right up. Would you like to order your dinners?”
“Mm, yes. I’ll have the Agnolotti special and,” she shifts her gaze to me, “baby, you want the carbonara?” I try to be nonchalant in my acknowledgement, my insides burn with her control of the moment and the humility of her ordered for us both. It takes everything to not respond in fashion, *Yes Miss Mae.*
“Yes, please.” I look to the server with a burning in my cheeks I pray is only felt and not seen.
A slow and steadily strengthening vibration begins to challenge my stamina once again. My ass cheeks clench and it only amplifies the feeling causing me to shudder noticeably. Miss Mae softly moans her apparent enjoyment.
I try to lift myself slightly from my chair as the plug continues to amplify inside me. I believe it’s reached it’s peak level, over and over I am proven wrong as somehow it continues to build. My eyes glaze and senses wither just as the server sets the burrata down.
“Mmmohh. Perfect timing, oh this looks delicious!”
The server gives me a narrowed look before topping off Katherine’s wine and leaving us to our shared dish. The assault on my prostate subsides and I feel the walls of my mind and vision begin to ease back off.
My heart is racing as I refocus on Miss Mae, she is eyeing me seductively as she leans in with a knife toward the burrata. “This is my favorite part, watching all that creamy goodness come *spilling* out.” She makes sure I am watching as she delicately presses against the burrata and the outer shell of mozzarella gives way to the gooey cheesy center.
“Jesus.” The gooey mess in my pants mimicking the one Miss Mae is scooping onto a slice of toasted focaccia. I watch with goosebumps dancing down my spine as she lifts the prize to her lips. I watch, captivated as she sighs with contentment at the rich creaminess.
“Baby, you gotta try this.”
My legs are shaking violently under the table, she has every aspect of me on edge, I fucking love it even as it feels like a special form of torture. Her focus on me is all I want and I feel it unequivocally, I extend my arms to fill a slice for myself.
“Here babe, let me.” She gets up and shifts her chair up next to mine, bringing her wine glass with her. I watch as she tops the focaccia with the creamy cheese, some tomato, and pesto. She opens her mouth, guiding me to do the same.
I open and she feeds me the decadent morsel. “Mmm, so good right? Just let that fill my panties. I mean, your mouth.” I chew and look longingly in her eyes, she is the scientist and I am her mousy subject. She smiles before filling another bite for herself.
I pluck up enough wherewithal to handle feeding myself for the remainder of the first course, Miss Mae takes it upon herself to play with my earlobe, brush her hand along my arm, squeeze my thigh. Each action only quickening my descent.
At this point I’m sure a wet spot can be seen on my pants, I’m a wet mess of arousal. The remnants of our burrata are cleared as Miss Mae pets my forearm. “Your entrees should be right out.”
“Fantastic, thank you Shelby.”
*When did she get her name?*
I realize let slip my grip on conversations and anything other than Miss Mae and her actions toward and within me. “We still have the after party at Jess’s after this… are you going to be able to make it Princess?”
I simply whimper as she takes hold of my hand. Shelby is coming out of the kitchen with our dinner and Miss Mae pulls my hand under the table and guides it up under her dress. She twists her hand and pushes mine open onto her thigh. She pulls me up and into the warm wetness that coats her inner thighs.
I crater, as if a meteor has struck the crust of my existence. I make a noise that is somewhere between moan, whimper, and gasp. “Nghhh, fuck.”
I’m incapacitated and incapable of acknowledging Shelby’s placement of our dinner and Miss Mae simply thanks her and she quickly departs.
“Can we *please* skip the party?” I manage to plead.
“Oh baby, that was *your* decision. Jess would be so very disappointed if we didn’t show. And you *know* how I love your honesty and integrity. My good boy.”
She pets my cheek and I nuzzle her hand.
“Eat up baby, while it’s hot.”
My appetite knows only her. With rosy cheeks and a dull vibration in my ass, I set about twisting my fork into a mouthful of carbonara. I take the bite and feel the rich pasta tangle with the thick saliva in my mouth. “Nice and creamy for you love?” Her every word a twist of the faucet pressed against her panties.
I can smell her sex on my hand and it nearly overpowers the flavors in my mouth as I can only imagine the taste coating my face. *Goddamnit.* I spend the remainder of dinner working desperately to collect myself. With the party yet to come before I will see any true relief, I recognize I need to find some bearing to right this ship and sail the rest of the course.
Miss Mae fills my glass with the last of the wine as Shelby swings by, asking about dessert. Miss Mae eyes me, a smirk tugging at the edge of her lips. I’ve resigned myself to her wiles, “I think we’ll just have the check Shelby, I have my dessert right here.”
I feel myself blush completely and sway as Miss Mae surprises me yet again. “I’ll bring the check then.” Shelby smirks, leaving us once again.
“I don’t think I can walk out of this place.”
“Oh Princess, I think you’ll be just fine. But we should probably Uber to Jess’s.”
Shelby sets the check down and I have my card ready to hand her. I scribble the tip in and scratch my name into the receipt. Before I can even begin to climb from my chair Miss Mae has upped the vibration, the plug waxing and waning, I’m just wobbly and whimpering as I work to escape the restaurant.
“Perfect, the Uber is nearly here. Come here and give me a kiss, Princess.”
“Come on now, enough with the Princess business.”
She feigns a pout, “mm, you know you love it.”
*Fuck, I do.*
She reaches her hands around me and cups my ass cheeks as I lean in to kiss her. I follow her lead. The both of us, cupping each other’s asses, I am reminded that there is still nothing between her dress and her naked body. She teases a finger toward my plug.
The Uber pulls up and as she pulls her lips from mine, “I’m so wet, it’s running down my thigh.” She turns, verifies and greets the Uber driver and begins to climb into the back of the car. I notice the unmistakeable glistening on her inner thigh.
*Jesus fuck*
A vibration pushes me forward to follow her into the backseat.
A last glimmer of reprieve vanishes as Miss Mae confirms Jess’s address. The car lurches forward and we are headed to the hopeful last leg of this depraved marathon of hers. Her hand is on mine again and she is guiding me back up her dress.
*Oh my fucking god.*
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