Page 32 of Hale's Pawn
I fake gasp. “Karessa! You? Oh this is perfect. I fuck with it. Let us go into my lair.”
“Lead the way.”
We head to my makeup room. I do a quick one-two with her makeup, bringing out her eyes. I do my make-up as well and add a red lip to both of our looks. I never realized how much fun it would be to do this with someone else. Karessa looked at the finished result. “I’d fuck me too.”
I laugh. “Agreed. Now for the kill.” I set up my phone on the stand and add the ring light in the back. “We can thirst trap with clothes on. Oran said if ‘half-naked’, right? And I’m not naked at all.”
“Girl…” She laughs.
I show her the typical ‘basic bitch’ Instagram pose that seems to get more likes and shit. We pose together for a couple of pictures, then I take pictures of her. I grab a couple of red Blow Pops that I had for a shoot idea with this red lip. I give Karessa one and she poses. If Jagger doesn’t fuck her into next week, I don’t know what to say. We switch and I tell Karessa where to press. I over exaggerate because I’m trying to get some tonight. I sit back on my knees, open my legs a little bit, plant my palm on the floor while looking into the camera. I give what I consider my typicalget me out of troublepout for the first pic. For the second one, I stick half of the Blow Pop in my mouth, throwing my head back with my freshly manicured nails scratching my neck.
“We’re going to need to do some tutorials for these pictures because, girl, these are some next level ‘come fuck me’ looks.” I laugh at Karessa. She’s so much cooler than I thought. I wish I knew this before so that I could’ve become friends with her.
We finish choosing pictures. I post two pictures of us together for the first post of the day where we look simply radiant, beautiful, and like a man’s wet dream. The caption:Founder’s Keepers.And for my second post, I post both pictures I took alone with the caption:Hale’s Spawn.I make sure to tag Oran, the ball is in his court now.
We go back to the living room and we get our dancing on, figuring out if we remember every damned routine.
ORAN
When we get out of the grocery store, Jagger stops me. “How are you holding up with the whole thing about Elmer?”
I snort and shrug. “He’s dead. What else can I say? He tried to hurt you and he got what was coming. I stopped feeling any way about him when he stopped being my dad...which he never was. I should be asking you this question.”
Jagger nods in understanding. “I can’t really talk about it now, but later.”
“You’ve got two weeks to yourself,” I say.
Jagger chuckles. He pulls out his phone, looks at it, then groans. “Have you seen your wife’s Instagram post? Damn, if she wasn’t your wife, I’d take them both. Give both Karessa and her a night they won’t ever forget.” Jagger laughs.
I pull my cell out and my notifications are going off because of some tagged post. I’m still trying to understand how the fuck this app works. I get in the car after loading things and I look at the first post of Ainslee and Karessa. They really look like a fucking wet dream come true. I stare at it for longer than I should. The comments are blowing up every second and when I go to the other post, I don’t know whether I should be mad or shove my dick down her throat instead of that Blow Pop. I read her caption and, fuck, she’s playing with fire. I smirk. “Fuck.”
“Fuck is right.”
I’m going to fuck her with that cheer costume on if she keeps fucking with me. Red lip and all. When we enter the living room, Karessa and Ainslee are doing some dance routine in cheerleading outfits. I know it's a routine because of the damn pep rallies. Now, we didn’t have these two in our graduating classes but, damn… Andre 3000 is telling them to lend him some sugar and once the shake it part comes on. Both Ainslee and Karessa lift their right heel and shake their right ass cheek. Ainslee’s skirt lifts and I see her orange lace panties. She’s going to fucking kill me. I want to snatch her little ass up, but I won’t. Just because the doctor gave her the okay, it doesn't mean shit to me. When Andre 3000 starts talking to all the Beyonces and Lucy Lius, Ainslee and Karessa swing their hips side to side. They do this twirl thing that lands them at the opposite end of each other again switching spots. They dip to the front, arching their backs, touching the floor, then coming back up.
I would be a liar if I didn’t say I was enjoying this a little too much. They finished their little routine with a twist, hands in the air, while Karessa did a side split and Ainslee did a front split. I tilt my head, looking at that split. I know my head actually moved because now I know I can bend her in so many little ways. She’s so damned flexible.
Jagger claps, taking me out of my thoughts and what I could with her. “Now, I deserve my own cheerleader. Any of you want to apply for the position to be put in many fucking positions?”
I don’t usually join Jagger’s antics but I lick my lips, staring at the way Ainslee’s tits sit so perked up in the cheer costume. She looks like a fucking wet dream. “It’s like that one song I heard in passing… You want to know what it said, Ains?” She nods. “Should I tell her, Jag?” I look at him. He has this devilish look on his face as he stares at Karessa.
“I vote yes. Let her know out loud, Oran.”
I look at Karessa smirking then slowly move my line of vision to Ainslee. “I wanna put you in seven different positions in seventy minutes… You want to experience something like that, Bug?”
She nods. “Yes.”
I smile with all my teeth showing. “Good. Want to play a game? You like wordplay, right?”
She nods again. “You know I do.”
I smirk. “Good. We’re playing Scrabble. Stay in that outfit.”
Jagger tries not to laugh, but he breaks. I know he’s enjoying it because he gets to touch up on Karessa in that little-ass outfit that barely covers their asses.
This ismy favorite type of Scrabble game. Ainslee is avoiding rubbing her leg against me because I keep touching her and she keeps losing focus. “Should we do couple vs. couple?” Jagger asks even though he’s looking at Karessa’s legs.
“I’m game.” As Jagger gets the board ready again, I sit right on the floor. I pull Ainslee into my lap even though she grumbles. She’s still mad about being teased.
