Chapter XIII
"Maturing"
Part 41
Kitty yanked the door open, her smug expression, a deliberate parody of Anna’s own, momentarily flickering into wide-eyed surprise.
“Oh, fuck—Mel! Well, shit, didn’t expect you.” She let out a breathless little giggle, leaning lazily against the doorframe like she wasn’t just caught mid-self-worship. “I’ve been, uh… having a little fun with myself. Hee-hee.” Her fingers absentmindedly traced her freshly pumped lips, still bruised and swollen, her mouth barely moving around the words.
Melissa, to her credit, had seen some shit in this place, but even she had to take a second. Her gaze flickered over Kitty’s face, taking in the absolute state of her—lips stretched to cartoonish proportions, the faint purple tinge of fresh filler abuse, her slutty, half-assed attempt at being nonchalant. Dressed like a high-class escort with very low-class tastes.
Jesus Christ. Kitty looked like she’d been plucked straight from some Chicago back-alley where cheap blowjobs came with a free side of regret.
Melissa cleared her throat. “Anna asked me to come over. Mrs. Swanson needs a massage.”
Kitty licked her lips—or at least tried to, but the sheer size of them made it more of a sloppy, slow-motion tongue flick.
“Ugh, of course she did. That bitch thinks everyone’s her personal fucking assistant,” Kitty jokingly scoffed, rolling her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck. “And they’re not here yet. But, shit, don’t just stand there—get your ass in here. I could definitely use a massage too.”
Todd Hill
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