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Will the date end in your pussy being stretched around my dick? Or with me bending you over my couch and fucking you deep? If either answer is yes, you can count me in, beauty. I’ve missed the way your pussy tastes on my tongue.
As I read his words, my thighs close, and need starts to pulsate into my core.
Me
Good, because I have a lot of pent-up stress that needs to be fucked out of me…
I place my phone back in my purse and give Britt a cheeky smile, letting her know that Mattie will, indeed, be my date for the cage fights.
Arriving home after our shopping spree and lunch date, I went straight for my closet and hung up the gown, storing the heels directly under it. I riffle through my dresser and pick outa dark blue matching sports bra and shorts set for class tonight. Brittney went to her room to do the same.
Once I’m changed and ready to work out, I head out to the living room. Passing the kitchen, I notice the dishes, and then remember that the laundry still needs to be changed over. I need some tunes before I get to work on the chores, so I power on our stand-up speaker, and I press play on the playlist that we usually listen to while cleaning up around the house.
“Truth Hurts” by Lizzo blasts from the speaker, and lights flash to the beat. Brittney’s door flies open right when Lizzo proclaims, “You coulda had a bad bitch, non committal.” Her hair is tied up into a high ponytail with her short hairs pinned back. Her thin, blonde ponytail whips around as she sings and bounces around the living room. She went with a neon pink bra and shorts set—my bestie is a hot toddy!
Brittney heads for the kitchen and shouts, “I got the dishes!” That leaves me on laundry duty. Dishes and laundry really are never ending, even with it just being the two of us here. We wear things once, then to the dirty laundry it goes. I know that there’s a load of towels in the dryer that have to come out before the lights can be switched over. I grab our white laundry basket, the one designated for only clean clothes to go in. Warm towels, fresh out of the dryer, are my absolute favorite. Taking my time, I sniff each one as I pull them out.
“Quit sniffing towels and get to folding them, lady. We’ve got a class to get to!” Sheesh, it’s like Brittney knows me or something.
I yell over the music, “Yes, drill sergeant!!!” I can hear her laughter, and the dishwater sloshing in the sink.
We’ve always made a good team; I can’t imagine us ever not living together. I mean, maybe when she gets married and has kids, I could buy the house next door to them…
Brittney and I meet back in the living room, our stares scanning the apartment. Towels are folded, the load of laundry has been switched to the dryer, dishes have been done—all that’s left is vacuuming. We both touch our noses at the same time. “Not it!!!”
She rushes to the kitchen sink to grab a towel, twisting it before whipping it toward my ass. “This is why we need one of those little robot vacuums that does it all by itself!”
“Hmph… You did mention that a time or two, didn’t you? Would you be a dear and go look in the closet by the front door, please?”
Brittney’s eyes narrow as she walks slowly past me. She opens the closet door and instantly squeals.
“You didn’t!!!”
“I did. Now you can be the bestest of friends and put it together for me.” I come up beside her and give her hip a little bump with mine.
Once the vacuum is put together, the instructions say we should charge it before using the appliance right away. This gives us the perfect excuse to put off vacuuming until we get back from class and can find out just how good the little robot works.
We each grab our workout bags containing water bottles, extra clothes, and any other random things we’ve thrown in them each week. We lock our apartment and head out to the sidewalk. The best part about our apartment is the location; almost everything that we enjoy is within walking distance. The dance studio where we take our pole dancing class is only two blocks away.
From the outside, Late Night Dance looks like a hole in the wall, but it’s the opposite on the inside. Opening the door, we see that the lights are already dimmed, and music is playing in the background while people are scattered around the room, stretching. Looks like Brittney and I are the last two to arrive.
“Hello, beauties!” the instructor yells from across the dance floor where eight poles are set up. Her name is Courtney; she’s bold and loud, has pink hair and a rockin’ body, and she's wearing a bikini.
“Alright, ladies and gents, tonight we will be continuing our routine for “All the Time” by Jeremih. Everyone, continue to stretch for three more minutes, and then we’re hitting it hard tonight.”
I wave to the ladies stretching next to us. We’ve all been in this class together and know who to expect each week.
Lights go off then slowly brighten the room back up as the beat starts to hum through the neon speakers. A confident smile takes over my face, and I roll my shoulders back. I’m ready for my mind to be clear and this workout to start.
CHAPTER 27
KC
Holy shit! When Brittney said there was a hotel connected to where the cage fights were being held, I did not expect this. Whatever the top stars would be for a hotel, this place exceeds it! Brittney parked her white BMW in the underground parking lot, where a bellhop stood, waiting to carry the few bags of luggage we had up to our penthouse suite.
The view from these windows is amazing. While I’m looking outside, I notice there’s a line of cars turning into the lit-up arena. Everyone must really be excited for the fights tonight.
“Shit!” Brittney rushes out from the double-door bathroom.
