Fuck.
Chapter Twenty-FourDolly
@silksiobhan:Anyone notice Dolly kept looking back at the girls? Was she dead nervous or something?
@wishiwasachair:@silksiobhan I think Or Something…
@silksiobhan:Okay @wishiwasachair I’m glad it’s not just me!!!!
I know Carys is watching, and wanting me.
When I open my legs, her mouth falls open. She remembers.
If she insists on lying to herself and being a total bitch to me in public, then I’m going to enjoy watching her squirm a little.
My curves look poured into the latex of this bodice and the men eat up every inch of me. So many men say they don’t fancy fat girls, but I see their desire, naked and raw. I may not be used to seeing men writhing around underneath me, but I recognise the hunger on their faces.
Carys wears it too.
If I were less petty, I might want her to close her trap, remember to be angry at me instead of less obviously desperateto fuck me again lest someone notice. Ishouldcare that her naked desire might be seen, but I don’t.
It’s all for me, in spite of herself. And that is doubly delicious.
When the song ends, I turn away from the men, so they get a good view of my delicious rump, and slowly bend down to pick up my silk robe from the floor. I walk away with it slung over my shoulder, rolling my hips with every step. The men are still hollering, so hopefully I’m high up the rankings.
All I can see as I walk back is Carys, awkwardly clapping while trying to gather herself.
If the cameras do spot this, it’ll be great fodder if they’re still chasing the love triangle about Patrick, given I did just pretend to rub myself off on his leg.
I wonder what will crumble that relationship first: his love for another woman, or hers?
‘Wow, dude, that was incredible!’ squeals Whit.
‘Oh my God, even I’m all hot and bothered after all that,’ laughs Bridget, fanning herself with her hand. I see Carys shoot her a confused look.
‘Hopefully the men are too,’ I tease.
I should have known not to go there because misery guts immediately kicks off again. ‘See? Just like I told you,’ growls Carys.
To their credit, the other three look a bit fed up of her shit.
I display a frankly enormous amount of restraint in not immediately pushing her into the pool.
‘It’s agame, Carys,’ I say, trying to bite back the snap I want it to come out as.
Lina takes Carys by the arm and turns her away from me. ‘Is this kicking up some feelings of abandonment for you?’
‘Or jealousy,’ mutters Whit.
‘I just—’ she splutters. ‘It’s just—’
Obviously she can’t say she thinks I’m a faker because I don’tthink they care. Or the truth, which isthis bitch broke my little gay heartorI am attracted to her and I hate it because it’s a constant reminder that I’m lying to myself.
‘Come on, babe, don’t be like this,’ says Bridget, taking her other arm. ‘I’ve got to go waggle my bits in front of Patrick next. You can’t get bothered with me about it, so don’t stress about her either.’
I slightly resent the use ofherlike I’m not there, but it feels like looking a gift horse in the mouth when Bridget’s just trying to keep the peace.
With both Lina and Bridget on her arms, Carys looks like she’s about to be escorted off the premises. ‘Fine, sorry,’ she says, not sorry at all. But she’s embarrassed, and that’s good enough for me. ‘I’m just nervous and being a dickhead.’
