High Voltage/Get Ready for Work2
From Create Your Own Story
"Well look who finally came home," Hannah said as I entered the suite. She was sitting on the couch.
I blushed.
"Geeze Lauren," she said as she examined me from head to toe.
"Leave her alone," Elianna said from the kitchen. "After how much you drank last night, you deserved to ride whatever dick you want."
"I caught him cheating!" I said, with a small amount of joy in my voice. "Or rather, she caught me."
Elianna practically sprinted and sat down on the couch. "Do tell!"
I sat down on the couch with them and described the awkward encounter from this morning. The girls laughed, maybe it was funny in retrospect, but I'd rather not be caught naked in this body again.
"He sucked anyway," I said, thinking about our pathetic sexual encounter.
"You go girl," Elianna said, giving me a slap on the ass as I got up to go to my room.
When I entered the room, I removed my clothes and picked up my shower caddy. I spotted birth control pills on the dresser and swallowed one quickly without water. I showered quickly and returned to the room to get dressed for work.
The black panties from yesterday were the only simple pair in the drawer. Today I would need to embrace another pair. I grabbed a red and black pair and went over to the mirror to put them on. I still didn't feel like this body was my own, and watching myself get dressed in the mirror was exhilarating. I admired the nude body in the mirror and watched as she slowly pulled the red and black panties up her smooth legs. The lace waistband beckoned to be pulled back down, but I resisted.
The girl in the mirror folded her arms in front of her breasts, as if she was trying to hide from me, and coyly turned to the side. I saw the word "LOVE" printed in all capital letters across her bottom. She bent at the hips, spreading her legs slightly, and I imagined how good it would feel to have something slide between them. My hand descended on my pussy and stroked it broadly. My frustration from last night resurfaced. I wanted it badly, but a glance at the clock reminded me I had places I needed to be.
I quickly put on a bra and the black scoop-neck shirt. My cleavage was on display, which would probably help my tips for the evening. I pulled on another pair of jeans, shoes, and grabbed my keys. It was time to go to work.
Should I:
