She joins me and we both sing, “To pump me up.”
Thanks, Lizzo! Such a catchy song that will now be stuck in my head all night.
The only difference in our mini performance is I curl my hand into a microphone and Lizzy curls her hand into a penis and begins jacking it. I swear she’s like a teenage boy.
Once we stop our impromptu singing, she grabs me by the shoulders and looks me up and down. “Shut the back door, you dirty whore. I love it!”
“Thanks.” Shut the back door has become her new favorite saying. It was shut the front door, but she feels like that’s too PG for me since I’m a ‘dirty little fucker’ and because I like ass play so much now. “Do you think it’s ok?”
She grabs her chest. “I think it’s wonderful. Your fantastic four will…” she bounces her shoulders from side to side thinking about how the guys will react. “Testy two will not like it. Tasty two will love it.”
Testy two. The name she’s given to Callum and Jax.
Tasty two. The name she’s given to Knox and Emmett.
I nibble on my bottom lip. “You’re probably right.”
“Oh honey badger, I know I’m right. Those two are going to lose their shit, then drag you into their office and fuck you. So I suppose it’s a win-win for you.”
Lizzy’s new favorite game is to dress me in outfits she thinks will set the guys off to see how long it takes before they drag me into their office. She even sets a timer. So far the record is twenty-two minutes, and that was on Rainbows and Unicorns night.
Tonight is probably going to beat that… not that I have made it into a game… because who would do that?
This girl.
This girl would do that.
I mean really, in a way it’s their fault for getting so damn worked up about it and then turning me on with their ‘touch her and you die’ vibes. I’ve read about it in books and it makes my pussy tingle a little, but to experience it in real life times two. Holy shitballs batman. Paging Dr. Orgasm to Aisle fuck me.
To be fair, I’m not wearing anything overly skimpy. I’m wearing thigh high white stockings with lace tops, a pair of high-waisted dark blue short shorts that make my ass look incredible with three golden star buttons down the front, and a blue and white striped shirt that is really no more than a bra with some capped sleeves with a red bow in the middle tying the top together. Very sexy sailor patriotic vibe going on. It’s close to the Fourth of July and it's a Stars and Stripes party soooo…
“What shoes are you going to wear?”
Excitement pulsing through me, I race over to my closet to show her what I bought. Rifling through the shoe boxes, I find the right one, pulling it out of the stack and bring it to the bed. “These!” I pop the lid off dramatically.
“Yes!” she growls, reaching in to lift out the red six inch heel. “Can I bang you? Damn. You’re definitely going to end up in the office tonight.” She laughs and I blush.
Seeing my luggage open on the bed reminds me of why I opened the door. The whole impromptu singing and Lizzy’s reaction made me forget. I swear she’s like a tornado. Whisking in and making you forget things, then she disappears, and you feel discombobulated and wondering what in the hell you were doing before her. My eyes scan the room, looking for any hint of foul-play from the queen bee, but all seems to be normal. When I get home tonight, or better, tomorrow morning, I’ll have to double check my suitcase, because there’s no doubt in my mind that something will be there I didn’t place.
We leave tomorrow at two in the afternoon. Commercial. Ugh! Apparently, Michael Dufrey had to go back to wherever it was he and Brady just came home from so his plane isn’t available. I don’t know why Brady didn’t go back, and I didn’t ask. He seems to be ok, although we don’t talk a ton. He keeps to himself, talking only to Jax and Knox, really, but even then, I haven’t seen them really chatting with him this time.
Brady is getting the week to himself while we’re gone, so he can relax and do whatever he wants. I don’t know what that would be because he’s like a black hole to me. However, even though we’ve said probably less than fifty words to each other, I trust him with my life.
It’s weird.
To feel that level of a connection with someone you barely know.
“Are you ready?” Lizzy asks, standing in front of the mirror on the back of my door, lifting her boobs out of her top to perk them up.
“I am. Are you?”
“Yes, but let’s get a quick selfie first!” She moves to the dresser and sets up her phone without waiting for an answer, then runs to stand beside me, looping her arm around me. “I set it up for three photos.”
The light on her phone flashes, so we quickly pop our hip out and smile.
“Silly face!” She shouts, so we quickly change poses before the flash snaps. She waits a beat and when the lights starting flashing again, preparing for the last photo, she yells, “Motorboat!”
Before I know what’s going on, she jumps in front of me and buries her face in my chest just as the flash pops off. I’m equal parts shocked and dying with laughter. “What the fuck, Liz?”
