Page 80 of Rugger: The Huntress

“Oh wait– You didn’t tell me– Rugger! You didn’t.”

“I did. And, it did not disappoint. Not in the slightest.”

“So, the kill mission was aborted.”

“The only thing that was killed that night was my pussy. Everything else survived intact. Well, almost.”

“Almost?” She cackled. “What did you do?”

“I shot him.”

“And he still wants to take you on a date?”

“Yes. He isn’t fazed by the leg wound. Besides, the bullet went straight through. The bite probably caused him more pain tha–”

“The bite?”

“Yes. I was frustrated, okay? I wanted him dead but my pussy wanted him alive. Now, I’m stuck with a million nerves and I’m vomiting at the mouth because I’m afraid this is going to be the worst night of my life.”

“It won’t be. I promise.”

“Swear to God.”

“Yes. I swear.”

“Good, then, since you know what my future holds, tell me what I’m wearing.”

“Lead the way.”

I carried the phone into the closet where I flipped the camera around after a little coaching.

“That section– over there.”

“Over here?” I pointed toward the right side of the closet.

“Yes. Grab a black button down collar shirt.”

“Okay. I have one.”

“Now, back over to the bottoms.”

“Here.”

“Any wide leg pants?”

“I have a few.”

“Choose the ones you like best. Something over the top, preferably.”

“And the shoes?”

“Keep on the ones you have on. Your pants will cover them for the most part. Now, Roulette bought you a nice corset the last time we came down. Where is it?”

“In the trash pile.”

“Pull it out. It will add a hint of spice.”

Unsure of the direction Rome was headed, I pushed through the pile of unwanted clothes I was gifted from my family. Though I had no intention of wearing any of it, I didn’t quite have the heart to throw any of it away.

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