Speaker 1: Welcome to Sexy Stories after dark.
Speaker 2: Ah.
Speaker 1: I hated her before I ever met her. That's the
thing about Regina. She radiates something sour, something that curdles
the air. The moment she walks into a room, blonde
hair like spun sugar, always flipping it over her shoulder
like she's in a shampoo commercial. Me, I'm the brunette,
dark hair, darker opinions. Tonight was supposed to be just
drinks at Jenna's place, casual, low key. The moment I
stepped through the doorway and saw that platinum ponytail draped
over the back of Jenna's couch, every muscle in my
body locked up. You didn't tell me she was coming,
I said, voice flat. Regina turned those ice blue eyes,
skated over me like I was something stuck to her shoe.
Trust me, if I'd known you'd be here, I would
have stayed home and reorganized my sock drawer. More stimulating ladies.
Jenna stepped between us, palms up. Can we just one night?
Not do this? Amy leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed.
Kira perched on the arm of the couch, watching with
a look I couldn't quite read. The four of them
exchanged glances. Something passed between them, some silent signal. I
caught too late. What's going on? Regina's voice sharpened. Amy
moved first, Her hand closed around my wrist, not hard,
but firm. We're sick of it. Both of you get
off me. I tried to yank free. She didn't let go.
Kira had Regina by the shoulders, and Regina thrashed blonde
hair whipping. A shoe went flying. My elbow connected with
something solid. Amy's ribs maybe, and she grunted, but held
on strip them. Jenna said calm, like she was suggesting
we order pizza. What the fuck? I cried. My shirt
tore at the shoulder seam. The sound of it, that
ugly ripping, sent a spike of adrenaline through my chest.
What the fuck are you doing? Regina's jeans were already
half down as she screamed. Kira's hands efficient and impersonal.
I kicked backward, caught Amy in the shin, heard her swear.
Then someone else, Danny, quiet. Danny, who never said much,
had my ankles. They worked as a team, coordinated like
they'd planned this. Cold air hit my skin, My braw
unhooked my panties slid down my thighs and I twisted, snarling,
but there were too many hands. Regina was naked beside me.
I didn't want to look. I looked anyway. Her body
was pale and lean, small breasts with pink nipples already
tight from the chill, A narrow strip of trimmed blonde
hair between her thighs. Her face burned crimson mine probably matched, Neil,
Jenna said. Neither of us knelt. Amy's hand fisted in
my hair, not gently, and pulled downward. The pain radiated
across my scalp, bright and sharp, and my knees buckled.
Before I decided to let them beside me. Kira did
the same to Regina, and I heard Regina's bitten off
curse as she hit the hardwood floor. Something cold snapped
around my wrists, metal handcuffs. My arms wrenched behind my back,
shoulders straining right. Girls, Jenna crouched in front of us,
her expression almost bored. You are going to like each other.
Regina spat, actually spat, a tiny arc of saliva that
landed on the floor near Jenna's foot. Jenna didn't flinch.
Maybe even love each other. Fuck you, I said no.
Jenna replied, fuck each other. Amy's grip tightened in my hair,
yanking my head toward Regina. Danny mirrored the motion, forcing
Regina's face toward mine. We were inches apart. Her breath
was warm and smelled faintly of the wine she I'd
been drinking before I arrived. Her eyes blazed with fury.
Kiss her Kira said, neither of us moved, Fuck you,
Regina cried. The hands in our hair did the work
for us. Our mouths collided, teeth first, a clumsy smash
of lips and bone that hurt more than it aroused.
Regina made a sound in her throat, something between a
growl and a gag. I bit her bottom lip, not
hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her flinch,
And then, because I'm petty, I bit it again. Her
tongue pushed into my mouth, and it was a challenge,
not a caress, an invasion. She tasted like anger and
cheap mor low. My tongue met hers, shoving back, and
the kiss turned sloppy, spit smearing, teeth clicking, a wet
mess of mutual hatred. See Jenna's voice drifted from somewhere
above us. Progress. Amy pulled my head back. Regina's lips
left mine with a slick sound that made my stomach
flip disgust or arousal. I couldn't tell the difference anymore.
Sick bitches, Regina shouted. The girls all laughed. Then Regina
was being dragged downward. Kira's hand guided her by the jaw,
forcing her mouth to my neck. Regina's breath hit my
pulse point. Her tongue, wet and unwilling, dragged a stripe
down to my collarbone. Liquor, Danny said, quiet but firm.
Regina licked. The sensation was unwelcome, warm friction where I
didn't want friction. Her tongue traced the curve of my breast,
and her teeth grazed my nipple before her mouth closed
around it. Suck you, slut, Amy demanded. I jerked a
sound escaping my lips that was half protest, half something else. Entirely.
She likes it, Jenna murmured, and I wanted to kill her.
Regina's tongue circled my nipple, slow, then fast, then slow again,
and my hips rolled forward involuntary, a betrayal of nerve
endings and biology. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine,
still hateful, still burning, but her mouth kept working, sucking
me into hardness, and I felt the answering throb between
my legs like a second heart beat. Now switch, Jenna said.
They pulled Regina off me. A string of saliva connected
her bottom lip to my breast before it snapped. My
turn hands pushed my head toward Regina's chest. My knees
burned against the floor. Her breasts were smaller than mine, paler,
the nipples a shade of pink that made me think
of candy. I didn't want to think of candy. Open
your mouth, Kira said. I kept it shut. My hair
was yanked upward, the pain forcing a gasp, and in
that gasp, my jaw dropped open enough for them to
shove my face against Regina's tit. Her skin was salty warm.
My tongue touched her nipple and she shuddered. Suck, Jenna commanded.
I sucked. Something shifted in my chest, a dark, curious heat.
Regina's nipple hardened on my tongue and I flicked it.
Watched her stomach muscles clench, watched her bite down on
her own lower lip, hard enough to whiten it. She
was fighting this too, losing same as me. The four
of them stepped back, giving a space and no freedom
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