She flopped over and lay there panting for a moment, The Bronco stilled as she rode out the aftershocks in a pleasant haze.
A tinythwumpon the bed near her face made her eyes flick open in concern and sit up partially, leaning on an elbow as she stared at the palm-sized fuzzy spider staring back.
“Lucifer!”she growled at her nemesis.
He twitched in response, tiny jerking movements that told her he was moments away from either jumping on her or chasing her across the room…which would be difficult to deal with while removing herself from a dildo at the same time.
“Don’t you DARE!”
The spider froze, watching her.
Sally grabbed a pillow, holding it up menacingly.
“Iwilluse this!”
Lucifer considered. And then retreated slowly over the edge of the bed, probably going to go hide in her boots again.
“Mmhm, that’s what I thought!”
Sally hated killing spiders, so her battle with Lucifer was something of an ongoing dramedy. Given the number of times she’d captured and removed him from the trailer, she had no idea if Lucifer was the same spider every time, though she rather suspected it was.
She had no idea which type of arachnid he was, but the fuzzy ones tended to be fairly territorial.
The two of them had mostly come to a silent agreement about the potted plants on the kitchen windowsill. Sally watered them, carefully, from arms-length, and Lucifer only chased her across the kitchen when she was finished, instead of after every plant.
In return, he ate all of the nasty bugs, including the occasional scorpion, which was the biggest reason Sally hadn’t squashed him.
She still checked her bootsverycarefully every time she went to put them on.
Run-in with her ‘pet’ spider complete, Sally could tell that the world had decided she needed to be up-and-at-‘em, so she slipped off The Bronco and slipped into the now-empty bathroom. She took the world’s fastest shower, cleaned her toy, and managed to sneak back into her room before her friends made an appearance out of the second bedroom up the hall.
When she made it into the kitchen, Lou was attempting to make coffee and Chet was humming happily to himself as he made them all breakfast burritos. Chet’s burritos were the reason Sally hadn’t runhimoff for waking her up half the week with his orgasmic vocality.
“Mornin’ y’all!” Sally called, giving Lou a nudge away from the coffee pot.
Lou flushed, “Dang it, we woke you up, didn’t we?”
Sally grinned. Lou wasn’t often embarrassed about her sexual escapades, but she and Chet were…enthusiastic, acrobatic, and had a toy arsenal to rival most professionals. What kind of professionals, Sally wasn’t sure, but she’d seen Lou’s toy chest once. It was a literal chest. And probably cost more than all the furniture in their trailer combined.
“Nawww, it’s fine! As you’re fond o’ remindin’ me, the walls in this trailer block out nuthin’.”
Chet chuckled from next to the stove, adding cheese to his concoction. Lou flushed again and went to hand him things. Sally finished setting up the coffee, pulling down four mugs, knowing Tracy would be there soon.
Llewellyn came back over to prep her cup and looked at Sally suspiciously. Sally looked back, batting her eyelashes, ever the innocent.
“Sumthin’ different about you t’day,” Lou narrowed her eyes, scanning Sally head-to-foot. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you got laid, but I’d know if you had someone hidin’ in your bed. Which means…”
Lou’s mouth twitched into a shit-eating grin, her eyebrows disappearing into her bangs.
“Why Sally Rider, did youplay with yourselfwhile Chet’n’I were havin’ ourselves a little morning fun?”
It was Sally’s turn to blush, her cheeks flaming the same shade as her hair. She fumbled her cup and nearly dropped the cream all over the floor.
“Noooooo?” It wasn’t convincing.
Lou burst out laughing. Sally threw up her hands.
“Alright,look, it weren’t my fault! I was in the middle of…avery good dreamand then y’all’s, erm,enthusiasmwoke me up out of it! I had to dosomethin’.”
