"Then why are you working there?"
"Money. Bills. Getting a reliable mode of transportation.”
"Beck will fix that piece right up," Remington said standing from his chair. "We can go see how it's going."
I nodded and tucked the gun into the back of my shorts, feeling powerful and safe for once. I was done being a victim. If someone wanted me, they could come and fucking get me.
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Anonymous
“DoIhavetokeep this stupid wig on?” Kendra craned her neck to look at me and whined.
Fucking annoying bitch. She always had a complaint about something.
“Yes,” I grunted as I thrust into her from behind. “You take it off and I’ll tie you up and leave you here.”
I gripped her narrow, boney hips and pulled her toward me as I rammed into her pussy.
“Ugh, what is it with you guys andbrunettes?”
I sighed and reached around to grip her neck, pulling her up as I continued to slam into her. “Stop bitching or I’m switching to your ass,” I warned.
“You said I didn’t have to wear it again if I did what you asked. I got in West’s room and you got your picture,” she choked as I squeezed the sound from her throat.
“And you didn’t fuck him! You failed. Now shut your fucking mouth or I’ll shut it for you.”
“I t–tried. He didn’t wa–want me.”
“You didn’t fucking try hard enough! I told you to get him to fuck you and you couldn’t. It shouldn’t be that difficult.”
“H–he wantsher.”
I took my free hand and smacked her ass and she whimpered at the sting. I released her neck to avoid having to deal with her limp body and pulled out of her pussy.
Mouthy little bitch needed to be taught a lesson, much like my Queen did. I slammed into Kendra’s ass without warning and she screamed.
I loved it when they screamed.
I wasn’t even close to coming yet, mostly because the screeching blonde beneath me was a weak fill-in for who I wanted, but also because her skinny body felt too fragile beneath me. I needed someone strong, able to take my poundings and fight back a little. Not be so damn compliant.
I put my hand around Kendra’s neck again and yanked her back, eliciting another squeal from her as I plowed into her ass.
Soon I would have my real Queen and wouldn’t need to fuck this poor substitute.
Soon. Very soon.
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Ashtyn
Ifinallyturnedmyphone on once I got to Aces. I was there a little early so I figured I might as well get it over with and deal with the tsunami of notifications I was going to get.
On the drive over from the clubhouse, I decided I needed to delete all my social media accounts. It wasn’t like I used them anyway–other than the occasional troll post. I was sick of giving the stalker access to me. He or she had an easy way to rile me up, so I was going to remove myself from their game.
Bypassing all the Instagram notifications, I opened my settings and disabled my account.
Buh-bye bitch.