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The next time you hear it from these lips though, I intend for you to be breathless and it to be well deserved.

Fuck. There go my panties.

I was expecting questions, and was surprised to have not heard from you.

Trust me, I have questions.

Way more than the two you were giving me.

Come to the club now.

Now?

I’ll send a car.

I wasn’t planning to leave for a few hours. I’m not ready.

Then get ready.

Or don’t.

That towel you were wearing yesterday was too much anyway.

What a salacious fucking flirt he is.

You are determined to get what you want.

Always!

You have 30 minutes.

The car will be out front.

Looking down, I take in my current attire. My black—or used to be black—leggings have a small hole in the knee where I snagged them on the fire escape. The oversized Hofstra hoodie is so worn the cuffs are frayed, and I can no longer even count the number of stains riddling the front of it.

Thirty minutes. “Fuck!”

Hastily making my way to the bathroom, I glance in the mirror and suddenly regret that it’s been days since I washed my hair.

And it’s about to be another one.

Given a choice between washing my hair and shaving, I’m opting for a pussy that doesn’t look like I’ve decided to start growing 70s bush.

My shower is fast, with most of my time and attention to ensuring all my nooks and crannies are hairless. It isn’t until I’m stepping from the shower that I make the realization as to why.

I care what he’s going to think of me.

“You don’t even know if he likes a shaved pussy” I huff at myself in the mirror and check the time. Dry shampoo, a slick high ponytail, a little eyeliner, and a maxi dress are really all I have time for.

TRISTAN

The car is waiting.

Fuck, he’s punctual.

I’m heading down now.

Good…

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