Would You Like Ketchup With That? 10

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Call me. Now.That was it. No declarations of love or affection. No questions about how I was doing. Nothing. Just a direct command, one that she expected to be followed without hesitation.I called.“Hello, dirty girl””Hello, Miss,” I replied, blushing.“Miss me?”“Yes,” I replied softly. Almost whispering the word.Her laugh was tinged with cruelty, but there was affection as well.“Did you enjoy meeting Amber? Putting on a show for her? Coming for her?”I felt my pulse race as I recalled the events of yesterday.“Yes?” I finally managed, pulling my robe closed. The same robe she’d been wearing last night as she finger-fucked me in front of her friend, her scent still on it. I know. I’d had it up to my face earlier so I could smell her on it.“You being a good girl, Jenny?”“Yes,” I said truthfully, nodding for emphasis even if she couldn’t see me.“Going to come by the drive-thru today? I’m working.”“If you want…”“Going to dress up for me?”My breath caught. I was sure she heard it. I could picture her mocking smile.“If you want, Miss.”“Good girl. I’ll see you later.”oOo“Diet Pepsi. And Fries. Please.”I hoped my ‘please’ didn’t sound too pathetic.“Anything else, dirty girl?”The last two words were softer than the others. For my ears only. I managed to keep my voice steady although I’m not sure how.“That’s it. Miss.”“Drive up to the window.”I could hear the smile in her voice and a maelstrom of emotions began churning within as I pulled slowly up to the window.She’d asked me to dress up for her. That was all. It had been left up to me. Curiously, I’d discovered I preferred it when she told me what to wear. When it was her decision. Considering how much time I’d spent agonizing over what to put on it would have been easier. Maybe that was the point. In the end, I decided to get into the Halloween costumes. What self-respecting girl hasn’t dressed up as a cheerleader at least once? Fitted powder blue and white crop top with an open strappy back and ‘Angels’ emblazoned across izmit escort the front. A matching pleated mini skirt and a blue hair bow. Pristine white sneakers. I had left the pom poms at home. I’d almost left the panties behind until I realized just how short the skirt was. I might get second glances but probably not any raised eyebrows.  “Would you like ketchup with that?” she asked, leaning out the window to hand me my order. Far enough that I could tell, her bra was purple.“No thank you,” I managed, blushing as a thrill fluttered through me as her fingers met briefly. It was all I could do to keep my composure as I drove off, finding a parking space on the street, the soda and fries forgotten as I checked the bag for the receipt, heart skipping a beat as I found one, with a note hastily scrawled on the back.Nice outfit. Leave it on. Call me at 5.I glanced at the time. I’d be a hot mess by 5 just thinking about the girl who’d taken over my life. Normally I would have released the stress by making myself come but she even controlled that. How did I get myself into this? And yet I didn’t want out. In fact, I found myself wanting to go deeper.oOoI called at exactly 5. Not a second later. And, of course, she didn’t answer right away. I just let it ring until she did.“Who is this?” her voice feigning ignorance.“Me. It’s Jenny.”“Jenny? I’m not sure I know a Jenny. You sure you have the right number?”What little dignity I had left, I swallowed.“It’s your dirty girl. Miss.”“Much better. On time, too. You’re such a good girl.”I felt a sense of pride at her words. I’d discovered I liked being her good girl. I liked being her dirty girl too despite the embarrassment and humiliation I felt when she called me that. Her dirty girl.“Picture please.”I didn’t pretend not to know what she meant. I’d been expecting it, after all. Holding my phone as far away as possible I took a selfie and hit send, nervously awaiting her reaction.“Angels?”  She giggled a yahya kaptan escort little, somewhat breaking the spell she had over me. I was, after all, older than her. Not a lot, but enough.  “So cute. Panties?”Instead of answering, I simply flipped the front of my skirt up and sent another selfie, realizing at the last second that there were obviously damp. I felt my cheeks heat up.“Slut,” she commented.“Yes, Miss.” I agreed.“Have you been playing with yourself?”“No. I wanted to but…”“But…?”“I didn’t want… to disappoint you,” I managed, weakly.“Would you like to?”I didn’t answer for a moment, wondering what the catch was. There would be a catch. I was sure of it. She was silent, as if she knew the turmoil I was going through.“Yes.”I heard soft laughter.“Go ahead. I want you to tell me what you’re thinking about, describe what you’re doing. I might ask you to send me pictures. Maybe even vid. To share with Amber. Or anyone else I feel like sharing with. And you will. And Jenny?”“Yes, Miss?”“I’m going to let your play with yourself. I’m not going to let you come, though. Understood?”I nodded, not trusting my voice.She stayed on the phone for an hour during which time I sent her several pictures of my soaked cunt and my rock-hard nipples, as well as me licking my own juices from my fingers. Some video as well. A couple of me pleasuring myself, one in which she had me describe what we had done that night at the park and another in which she had me fantasizing about Amber tying me up and fucking me with a strap-on.True to her word, she did not let me come, although I came close several times.“I’ll be there to pick you up at 8. Keep the uniform on.”And that was it. Nothing to do but wait and wonder what she had planned…OoO“You know how to get to McNally’s?” she asked the Lyft driver.Of course, he did. Everyone in town probably did. It was a popular college hangout, especially after a game. As far as I knew, tonight was gebze escort not a game night but it would still be busy. I wondered what she had planned. Nothing as innocent as a couple of drinks.As we drove he turned up the music a little. Billie Eilish.“Listen. She’s singing your song.”All The Good Girls Go To Hell. I had to smile at that. Hell wasn’t so bad. At least it was fun. Despite my trepidations, I was having fun. I liked spending time with Violet and I think I liked what she pushed me into doing. In the back of my head, I knew I could say no and put a stop to this. Or at least I think I could. I just didn’t want to. That’s what I told myself, at least.It was a weeknight so it wasn’t as crowded as if it has been the weekend. I looked nervously at Violet, biting my lip and letting my breath out nervously as we slowed down and stopped in front, me in my cheerleader costume, her in jeans and a black tee. There was little doubt about who would draw the most attention once inside. Taking my hand, she led me through the doors. And yes, we were immediately being checked out. Normally, I was used to it. Normally, I wasn’t holding hands intimately with another woman while dressed as a slutty cheerleader.“Two Anchor Steams,” she told the bartender. “Go grab a table for us.”Sometimes they had live music. Tonight it was just the jukebox. Classic Rock. Pearl Jam I think. I picked the corner table, not really wanting to be the center of attention that I was fast becoming and slid into the booth and waited. She slid in next to me, pushing a full glass in front of me.“Take your time. Drink slow. I don’t want you drunk. Just enough to relax your inhibitions a little.”She giggled and bumped her shoulder against mine as she took a healthy swallow, her eyes never wavering from mine as I did the same.It wasn’t long before we were being hit on. A couple of guys. Not bad looking. Joey and Lucas. Egged on by Violet, I flirted a little – the beer helped – although I let her do most of the talking. So did her hand on my thigh inching the hem of my skirt up under the table, making my pussy hungry for her touch. They bought a second round. By then she was rubbing my pussy through my panties. My damp panties. That’s when things got a little out of hand.

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