Some days later, PJ gets a tantalizing text on his phone. Of all people, given the state that he and Max had left her in days before, he blinks in astonishment...it's from Lisa.
Lisa: (texting) My room. 30 minutes.
A few seconds later, the phone chimes again; this time, it's a picture: a pair of black panties and a matching bra lying across the back of a chair. In the background of the grainy, low-res picture, he can see a teasingly below-the-waist shot of the blonde reflected in the mirror behind the chair...the foreground (conveniently) hiding her neatly trimmed and tan-lined privates.
Max: Jesus. This chick again? Guess we made quite the impression on her, Dude.
PJ instantly snaps the flip-phone shut, annoyed with the black hound peering over his shoulder. What PJ missed, however, was the text that followed...the phone not announcing it when he shut the device.
Lisa: (texting) Just you.
Read the story and see what's awaiting young PJ...at the $2 tier level. :D
Original Art by Hackman23
Commissioned by Phillipthe2