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“I have my…side people?” Even saying the words felt like a question.
Alex shook their head. “I know you didn’t just say side people. What is that? You need a consistent lay!”
I didn't know how this conversation shifted from “How are you?” to “You need a booty call on speed dial.”
“Look, B.O.B. is more than capable and not at all bat shit psycho,” I protested, fondly thinking of my vibrator in my drawer. It may not be warm like a person, but it also didn’t bitch or become obsessively clingy either.
“Whatever you say, Mara. Well, I am headed home. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I shook my head. “No, actually, I am off tomorrow. I have a…date.”
Alex waggled their brows at me, and I lightly shoved them.
“Poor B.O.B.”
The man I met in a gas station lot was not going to compete with B.O.B., but I didn’t need to tell Alex that.
My phone vibrated again, and I felt the hole burning in my pocket with my refusals.
Why am I ignoring my sister?
I said my goodbyes to Alex and headed to the parking garage, flipping on my phone light to see into the shitty, dim light. This place always made me think of murderers. Half the patients in the asylum have wet dreams about tormenting someone in this place.
Got to love the oversharers.
With the screen turned toward my face, I was forced to watch as a video call came in and killed my phone’s flashlight.
Sighing, I ignored the call and turned the light back on.
Another call interrupted my light feature yet again, and I finally gave up, swiping to accept the call.
In the dim, eerily silent parking garage, I could hear my speakers blaring with a familiar sound.
Moaning…
And not just any moaning.
It was his.
Ididn’t get to enjoy the shock on Mara’s face as I hid the camera behind a plant and threw Gigi into the shelf it was sitting on.
I muted the phone so Mara wouldn’t be heard, but I knew for certain she could still hear us. The image of her face, even for the briefest of seconds, was plastered to the forefront of my mind. She had to have figured out what the picture I sent was.
She had to know it was my hand wrapped around her sister’s throat. I wanted her to imagine the shadowed figure was her in my grip. She pressed into a wall and was forced to arch into my chest. Not her sister.
I wanted Mara to seethe with jealousy. I kicked Gigi’s legs apart and spun her around to be in the exact same position I had Mara in on the sink in the bathroom at the yogurt shop. Ispread her dripping cunt with my fingers and spit on her tight, open pussy. Gigi moaned, but in my head it was Mara. Mara’s whimpers filled my ears as I slammed my fingers inside and pounded her until she was sinking down the shelf.
“Uh uh. You stand up straight and take this like a good girl,” I demanded, thrown back into reality with Gianna moaning her fucking pet name for me and trying to turn and kiss me.
“No,” I growled, locking her in place with one hand and continuing to work her pussy with the other. “Stay against this shelf if you want to come. Can you do that for Daddy, baby girl?”
Gianna panted and nodded her head. Satisfied and back in my fantasy, I slipped another finger inside her until she was ready to take my cock.
Not giving her a minute to breathe, I flipped her around and shoved her at my feet. I could see Mara on the phone. Her face was surrounded by dim lighting. She was in some sort of open concrete space.
Parking garage?
She was still as a statue, holding the phone so that only half her face was visible. Mara’s sister fumbled with my belt and pants until my cock sprang free and smacked her in the face.
