Page 28 of Tease
I stand up from the couch and give her a tight hug. Pulling back slightly so I can look her in the eyes, I shout, “Well, first off, congratulations, bestie!!!” In our excitement, we’re both bouncing up and down, holding hands. I kiss her on the cheek. “I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it.”
“So then, say yes, and come with me! My parents even said that they would help us get squared away there.”
Unease settles within my gut. Could I really leave here and start over? Become a new version of myself?
“I’ll think about it, honestly.” I give her a mock salute, and she bursts into laughter. Her happiness radiates off of her. I need more of that in my life.
“Okay, whew. I’m just happy you didn’t shut me down with a flat-out NO,” Britt says dramatically.
She stays into the late evening. I ordered us a cheese pizza to go with our moscato. We snuggle on the couch and watchJersey Shore.It’s our favorite show, reality TV at its best.
Brittney heads home, but not before telling me to take her offer seriously. After crying my eyes out for what seems like forever, my hot bubble bath is now cold without any bubbles.Pulling the plug in the drain out, my eyes watch the water slowly empty. Once I’m naked, laying in an empty tub, I stand up and turn the shower on to rinse my body off. I dress myself in a fresh cotton pajama tank and short set; it’s white with lemons all over. I brush through my hair until there are no more tangles. Watching myself in the mirror, my eyes go straight to the sunflower vine then up to its head. My fingertips lightly graze over it, completely healed and beautiful. Just like the one on Beth’s neck. This tattoo will forever be a constant reminder of her, and she will always be with me, every day.
Lying in bed, I toss and turn throughout the night and pray for sleep to take me. Even my sound machine playing waterfalls, along with the sleep aids I took, isn’t knocking me out. My mind continues rolling on a loop, thinking about my life and what my future could be like. Finally, I’ve come to a decision: I can’t be here anymore. Pulling my cell phone off of my bedside table, the charging cord disconnects. I hold it close to my heart and open it slowly, pulling up Jared’s last message from today.
Me
Let me go, Jared. That’s what I truly need. You have to stay in my past.
I close out of his text thread and open the one labeledBritters, and tap out the message before I can change my mind.
Me
I’m in!!! Let’s get the fuck out of this town.
Mini Playlist
~ Can you hear me?By Munn
~ Healing hurts by BLU EYES
~ You’d never know by BLU EYES
~ Honest by Song House, Kyndal
CHAPTER 21
KC, previously known as Kailey Caine
FIVE YEARS LATER
With a double-clap of my hands, the room’s lights dim. A set of pierced nipples can be seen through the thin, sheer red lingerie teddy I’ve selected for today’s photos. Today, the nipples are adorned with white gold bar bells. A phone rests on the light stand, angled toward my leather loveseat with high, arched armrests. Laid out in front of the loveseat is a deep burgundy wool rug. I lace up one of my pairs of six-inch black heels, the ones with the red bottoms, and ruffle my hands throughout my hair. I love how my dark purple highlights look in this lighting. Before I start the countdown on my phone, I secure in place the one thing I use to hide my identity: a black masquerade mask, covered with feathers, that shimmers with the glitter spray I used to cover it. This soft, tight mask covers well over half of my face and emphasizes my hazel eyes and red lips.
I press play on my stereo, and “Skin” by Rihanna starts to play; the bass hits just right, loud and seductively.
I know that I need to knock out three poses today to keep the attention from my subscribers, to make them want more, so I get right into it. I set the timer on the phone for twenty seconds. Hearing the countdown begin, I leisurely walk the short distanceto the leather loveseat. Leaning over the smooth, high, arched armrests, I drape my lower abdomen directly on it, bending down to touch my breasts to the cold leather. This forces my ass up toward the ceiling. The touch sends a cold shock through me, making my nipples pebble up more than they already are from the piercings. As the last seconds count down, I look directly toward the phone, hair cascading over my shoulder and back causing it to frame around my face, and my mouth opens in an O. Posing my legs to show their muscle definition, I push my ass up as far as I can. CLICK.
For the next pose, I grab the light stand and move it. The new spot allows it to hover over one of the armrests, and I’ll be bent over the opposite one. Starting the countdown back up on the timer, I rest my hips on the edge of the arch, positioning each wrist casually over the other to give the appearance of being tied up.Shit, this leather material is glacial cold.This position allows my upper arms to push my breasts up; the nipple piercings are peaking through the material. From the new angle, it’ll also show my ass in the back, so it’ll give a great view of the thong I’m wearing. Right before the last second of the countdown, I shove my head face down into the seat cushion. CLICK.
The last pose is the one that will make people want to bid on what I’ll be offering later—there’s always more to come… I move the stand directly in front of the rug. This time, I set the timer for thirty seconds. I lower my bare ass down to the cushion and spread my thighs wide open. In these heels, and in this position, I know my calves look amazing. It also reveals my bare, shaved, smooth pussy—this lingerie, of course, is crotchless. Looking over my right shoulder, I glance in the mirror and see that I look fucking sexy; I even turn myself on. The power I feel in this moment is indescribable… I can already feel my lower lips are becoming wet. Sliding a finger up and down my slit, I massagemy swollen clit at the top. The timer starts its countdown, and with three seconds left, I shove two fingers into my mouth and lather them with my saliva. Popping them out, I push them fast and hard inside my pussy, right as the timer hits zero. I look down and appreciate the view of my hand. I know the image will show my fingers inside me, with the rest of my palm hiding what men crave most.
“Oops (Oh My)” by Tweet starts playing. Yep, this will do. It's time to film two clips of me, touching myself. Most people would call it masturbating, but I call it teasing. I keep the phone in the exact same place it’s been, but this view will be of my whole body this time. Resetting the timer to ten seconds, I know I won’t need any longer than that to get thisneedy girlgoing. Once I know the filming has started, two of my fingers slowly slide in and out of me, while my other hand frees my breasts from the red mesh material—the two piercings shimmer in the light, I pinch each of them—and my back arches while I ride my fingers faster. Moaning loud enough for the camera to hear me, I slip a third finger inside, thrusting in and out harder while I bite my bottom lip before letting out another moan. BEEP. One done; now it’s time for the last one.
The timer has been reset for ten seconds, and I grab the toy that was hidden behind the loveseat. This thick pink beauty always does the trick in record time. The pressure, the speed, and the girth alone… I would highly recommend it, ladies—if you know,you know. The filming starts, and I go to work on truly getting myself off. I’ve learned over the years that I like a little pain with pleasure. I softly place each heel on the seat so my pussy is wide open, glistening and pleading for it. Using the toy on its highest pressure setting while tugging on my nipple piercings, my orgasm ripples through me right as the filming stops. BEEP.
After my breathing evens out from riding out my orgasm, I slip the toy out of me. Carrying it to the bathroom that’s connected to my room, I fill the deep sink up with warm water and soap before popping the top piece off of its battery source and placing it in the bubbles. I undress out of my heels, teddy, and mask and stare at myself naked in the standing mirror, checking out my toned definition. This reminds me of why I work out and eat healthy. Staying in shape and being happy with who I am, I feel powerful. I do what I want when I want, and answer to no one but myself.
I head over to my clawfoot tub and pour the lavender bubble mix under the faucet while the hot water pours out. It’ll take several minutes to fill up the whole tub, so I go to the mirror over my sink and grab the wipes I use to remove my makeup. My thick black hair with deep purple highlights is thrown into a casual updo. Once my face is clean, I stare into the glow of the lighted mirror, and catch sight of that vibrant sunflower tattoo. Unconsciously, my fingertips lightly skim over it.Fuck. I miss you every day, Beth…
