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“You leaving already?” he asked me.

I nodded and began brushing my hair, “Yeah. I can’t stay too long. I’ve got to clean up the house and all. Ysa and I have guests tomorrow and shit.”

“Ah, okay that’s cool,” he said, oblivious that I was just anxious to get the fuck out of his house. “Well, that was a nice fuck. Hope we get to do it again.”

Hell fucking no. “Uh, sure,” was all I could say. I didn’t want to deny him right then and there. I just focused on fixing myself up. It took me a whole five minutes to fix my hair and touch up my makeup but when I was done I was shocked to see he was still naked and on his bed.

“Hey, I need to go,” I said. I didn’t want to waste another ten minutes waiting for him to dress.

“Yeah,” he said without even looking up at me. He simply reached for his pants and took his phone from the pockets and continued on to check his social media pages. “You can grab a cab just down the corner from the gate.”

Asshole! I just looked at him one last time before I stormed out of the room. I heard him say good-bye but I didn’t care to answer. I just walked down the stairs and out of his house. I didn’t even bother to close the gates as I left his property entirely.

I just continued on, reached the corner he talked about and fortunately it was a street where taxis commonly passed by. It took no more than five minutes for me to flag down a cab and get my way back home.

***

“What a fucking asshole!” Ysa exclaimed.

Ysa, Matt and I were all at the kitchen room table, having breakfast the next morning. I spent the whole hour just rambling on about Michael and the sort of idiot he was. I did give them the preface that he was hot as fuck and that we did sleep together. I was comfortable talking about sex with Ysa.

Matt just laughed. Maybe it was because in some ways he and Michael had a lot in common. They both looked at us girls as mere fucktoys.

“I swear,” I started rambling again after going through my cereal. “I want to fucking punch his nuts and make him swallow his own damn cock. I can look past his ego and his narcissism but the fact he made me walk and go home on my own like that is just unforgivable.”

“You fucked someone else,” Matt said. It was like that was the only detail that stuck with him. Fucking pervert. “I wonder what Dylan would say if he ever found out. You’ve been a naughty little girl, Olivia.”

Ysa slammed her elbow against his side and that shut Matt up quite well.

“I don’t know,” I told them both. “I want to let Dylan know I went out with someone. I mean, it’s not like we’re in a concrete relationship yet. I don’t know our terms or something. I’m just kind of worried about what his reaction might be.”

Matt shrugged. “He’ll probably want you to repay him in kind.”

Ysa burst out laughing, “Olivia, he’s right. Trust us, you’ll just have to fuck Dylan and he’ll be happy. I mean, c’mon girl, you can fuck now. Use it to your advantage and fuck him before he gets too mad. Men often cool down after a good fuck.”

“Well,” I said, worried and uncertain. “I certainly hope so.”

Chapter Five

I saw Michael at work a few days later and he tried to get me to go to his office, maybe for a quickie or just a blowjob, but I had no intentions of going near him. I had a one-night affair with him and yeah, it was a little fun despite his rude personality, but that’s all it would ever be. Besides, my mind was stuck entirely on something else.

Dylan asked me out again, finally. He was way too subtle about it too. I woke up one morning and as I was about to step into the shower my phone sounded off. I checked and it was Dylan. He simply texted that he’d pick me up after work. He didn’t say where we were going or what we were doing. He didn’t say if it was just a date or if we were going to dive into a real BDSM session.

One thing was for certain: I was excited to see my daddy. Just to entice him even further I decided to wear a pink, lacy thong and decided to ditch wearing a bra. I had to wear a really thin white tank top underneath my office uniform just so people wouldn’t notice my nipples pressing against the fabric.

The one person I couldn’t trick was Ysa. She noticed quickly and prodded me with her finger during our lunch break.

“Hey,” she greeted. “No bra? You got panties on?”

I laughed and nodded.

“Damn, girl,” she continued on. “You had sex twice and already deciding to wear the sluttiest outfit you can… and at work too!”

I leaned in and rested my head on her shoulder while sipping from my drink from a straw. “Well, I learned from the best.”

Ysa lightly pinched my arm and laughed. “You bitch. Well, what’s with the slutty outfit? You meeting up with Michael again? I saw him earlier. He winked at me and teased he wanted me to watch as he banged you.”

“Fucking animal,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Fortunately, no. I’m seeing Dylan later.”

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