Venus I
Venus knew what she was going to find behind the door. It was the same sight she’d uncovered so many times that she – and almost all of her friends – had come to call it by name; The Disappointment.
The Disappointment was 6’3” of wasted potential that had once provided both sexually and financially, but that now laid around smoking too much weed and watching too much porn.
The Disappointment was the owner of an 8 inch dick that lately seemed to struggle to raise above half mast without an exhausting – and usually depraved – effort from Venus to get it there.
Even when she did succeed, the stoned barely fuckable dick was usually connected to an increasingly useless stoned layabout.
Venus had had enough. She ran her thumb over the small steel arch in her pocket. Her index finger toyed with the small opening in the plastic. She pushed the last trace of doubt out of her mind and cracked open the door.
Sure enough, there it was. A flaccid cock hanging over the top of the pink lace panties her pathetic excuse for a mate wore daily, a pool of cum on his stomach and – oh. He’s been watching that. She slammed his laptop closed. Now she was definitely sure she was doing the right thing.