vibe from her underwear drawer ASAP.
“If you want to date him, I’m fine with that. Even if he is an alien.”
She raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure I should thank you for that. Besides, he mightn’t be my type.”
“He is. He’s a good alien. Pass me your mug.”
She stretched and did so. “Meaning there’s bad aliens up there too?”
“Oh sure there are. Only some are down here.”
A chill crept in, like something dark and insectile crawling through her on little cold feet. Ally said the oddest things sometimes. Tomorrow, or even this afternoon, she’d be biting her nails and hiding under the bed sheets again. Least she hadn’t told her about Kasper being involved. That would definitely have freaked her out more than a fantasy alien.
Her next shift at the hotel was evening again, starting at four o’clock. She phoned, bracing herself for questions, though also wondering why she’d not heard from the cops. How could that disturbance not have been reported to them by someone ?
There was nothing. When she begged off her shift due to being assaulted, Cheri was appalled, shocked, sympathetic – everything except aware that it had happened a few yards from the back door of the hotel. How could this be? Sure, Stom had suggested things had been cleaned up somehow but she hadn’t believed it.
This wasn’t simply a matter of Kasper buying silence with threats. Cheri didn’t know anything at all about anything.
Even all the breakages – yes, she’d heard the glass shattering from the alley – but it was dismissed as a drunken brawl. After assuring Cheri that she’d call the police about the assault, Willow said goodbye.
Was any of what Stom had said true? How? How could it be? Yet what else could explain people plain missing memories like that? It made her think.
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, in her underwear, poking her injuries and trying to decide if she was going crazy, or if it was Stom who was, or maybe the rest of the world.
The bruises on her neck were in the shape of fingers.
“What if no one is crazy?” she whispered. If it were true…she stared down at the soap next to the basin. The one thing she remembered so well it was seared into her mind, was when he’d finger-fucked her.
Her boyfriends in the past, some had been handsome, some too pretty for their own good, but only Stom was so massive, so daunting.
What was with that? He could’ve snapped her like a…she prodded her electric toothbrush…like a toothbrush, but he hadn’t. He’d sat there on the step, talked, and when she tried to run away, he’d grabbed her to make his point, and kissed her.
The memory was fresh and she could feel his tongue on her nipple. The little bumps around the edge of her areola rose up as she watched herself, remembering the roughness yet also the softness of his tongue on her, lapping, wet, hot. She whimpered and reached blindly for the toothbrush. She’d never tried it before but the thing buzzed and she was rather desperate. The bedroom was too far away.
Ally was watching TV from the sounds coming from the living room.
She switched it on, slowly approached the front of her panties where her clit was already poking up in a little bulge against the lace. Before it even contacted her, she held her breath, anticipating. She moved it that last half inch, touched. Oh my. She gasped and crumpled forward.
She ran the head of the buzzing device up and down, pressing the material into her slit before returning to the ultimate destination, her feral, throbbing, upstanding clit that was damn near screaming out to be touched.
Using an electric toothbrush – so slutty, so gorgeously nice.
Buzz. Buzz.
Pleasure swamped her in waves of fucking awesomeness. Her nipples begged to be touched too, standing up and aching. She eyed herself. She wasn’t the biggest girl in the boob department, but maybe she could reach herself?
Still rubbing the plastic back of the toothbrush on exactly that
“If you want to date him, I’m fine with that. Even if he is an alien.”
She raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure I should thank you for that. Besides, he mightn’t be my type.”
“He is. He’s a good alien. Pass me your mug.”
She stretched and did so. “Meaning there’s bad aliens up there too?”
“Oh sure there are. Only some are down here.”
A chill crept in, like something dark and insectile crawling through her on little cold feet. Ally said the oddest things sometimes. Tomorrow, or even this afternoon, she’d be biting her nails and hiding under the bed sheets again. Least she hadn’t told her about Kasper being involved. That would definitely have freaked her out more than a fantasy alien.
Her next shift at the hotel was evening again, starting at four o’clock. She phoned, bracing herself for questions, though also wondering why she’d not heard from the cops. How could that disturbance not have been reported to them by someone ?
There was nothing. When she begged off her shift due to being assaulted, Cheri was appalled, shocked, sympathetic – everything except aware that it had happened a few yards from the back door of the hotel. How could this be? Sure, Stom had suggested things had been cleaned up somehow but she hadn’t believed it.
This wasn’t simply a matter of Kasper buying silence with threats. Cheri didn’t know anything at all about anything.
Even all the breakages – yes, she’d heard the glass shattering from the alley – but it was dismissed as a drunken brawl. After assuring Cheri that she’d call the police about the assault, Willow said goodbye.
Was any of what Stom had said true? How? How could it be? Yet what else could explain people plain missing memories like that? It made her think.
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, in her underwear, poking her injuries and trying to decide if she was going crazy, or if it was Stom who was, or maybe the rest of the world.
The bruises on her neck were in the shape of fingers.
“What if no one is crazy?” she whispered. If it were true…she stared down at the soap next to the basin. The one thing she remembered so well it was seared into her mind, was when he’d finger-fucked her.
Her boyfriends in the past, some had been handsome, some too pretty for their own good, but only Stom was so massive, so daunting.
What was with that? He could’ve snapped her like a…she prodded her electric toothbrush…like a toothbrush, but he hadn’t. He’d sat there on the step, talked, and when she tried to run away, he’d grabbed her to make his point, and kissed her.
The memory was fresh and she could feel his tongue on her nipple. The little bumps around the edge of her areola rose up as she watched herself, remembering the roughness yet also the softness of his tongue on her, lapping, wet, hot. She whimpered and reached blindly for the toothbrush. She’d never tried it before but the thing buzzed and she was rather desperate. The bedroom was too far away.
Ally was watching TV from the sounds coming from the living room.
She switched it on, slowly approached the front of her panties where her clit was already poking up in a little bulge against the lace. Before it even contacted her, she held her breath, anticipating. She moved it that last half inch, touched. Oh my. She gasped and crumpled forward.
She ran the head of the buzzing device up and down, pressing the material into her slit before returning to the ultimate destination, her feral, throbbing, upstanding clit that was damn near screaming out to be touched.
Using an electric toothbrush – so slutty, so gorgeously nice.
Buzz. Buzz.
Pleasure swamped her in waves of fucking awesomeness. Her nipples begged to be touched too, standing up and aching. She eyed herself. She wasn’t the biggest girl in the boob department, but maybe she could reach herself?
Still rubbing the plastic back of the toothbrush on exactly that
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