"I hope that with "drinks" you mean the Cosmopolitans that you served last party. I could kill for one of those right now," said Helen as they both laughed their way to my body. I still lacked this final stroke, so I shut my eyes ready and stayed still. But somehow time tortured me until I was begging for it to happen, and until I couldn't resist the idea any more. With my balls up in my throat, I finally opened my eyes and I couldn't believe it, there she was. She loved to trample my heart talking about her boyfriend. Sometimes she would even invite him to my home for a massage session. She would tell me that cheerleader practice was destroying her back, order me to be good, don't tell my parents, and go to my room to play video games, and to not worry if I heard any weird noises. But I would always stay outside my parents room and listen to the lovers massage.
She was here? Well, she was also May's nanny, I guess that's how she and Jill became friends.
"Ok, we get it, you work out. I mean, Jill, just look at this thing," said Helen lifting the ass of Alice Cooper with two hands.
"Are the leggings too see through? I thought they were fine for a menless party," Alice's voice kissed my ears.
She had changed her hair, now it was prettier, platinum, like she always wanted. We would talk for hours about how unfair was that her parents didn't let her dye her hair, but now she was an independent adult, we both were.
Jill and Helen smirked at "Menless party." This wasn't a menless party. Jill held Alice's hand and whisper to her: "Please come, a hunk is dying to meet you." And she guided Alice until we were face to face. Then Jill patted me on the dick and continued: "This is my new sex doll, really expensive, you will try it out in a few hours, don't worry, but right now it's a no boys allowed -mat."
"Oh, such hunkness," Alice giggled. "But I thought it was going to be a real man! Now, using it as a mat? This was Helen's idea, right?"
"Helen's great idea. Have a go," said Helen giving Alice a starting-spank. Like spiking a volleyball ball.
Alice pressed her shoe on my stomach and it hurt like when a cow gets branded by it's owner. "Now, I need to take selfie, my husband will unlive when he he sees this mat."
She squished my nose, bending it like cheap plastic, and pointed the phone over our faces with the strongest smile. Meanwhile the sticky street-dirt on her sole would go inside my nose when I breathe.
"Now, mahbeautifuladies, please someone take a picture of me with the mat."
Helen offered herself. But she had to check something on Alice's phone before taking any pictures. "Wow, these are a lot of naked-selfies, girl, you really like yourself, huh?" said Helen while she went through the gallery.
"They are for my husband, good boy-gifties for when he does chores around the house. Now, the videos? Those are for his birthday."
After what felt for forever, they took the photos and Alice sat on my stomach to see them. "Now, do I even have that many naked selfies?" She said caressing her platinum mane. Then put the phone on my forehead.
She smirked, but I couldn't see why. It burned. Her finger moved above my eyes in a no-motion, over and over over, photo after photo. Why was she so proud?
God, I still remembered the day I hid under the bed before she entered my parents room. She sat on the the mattress and it crunched it's way down to my face. Her hand held her cheerleader-skirt, just about to being put down, when her shoe happen to hard crushed every bone in my hand and I screamed like a bitch. She laughed that day, about how she had no idea I was playing down there and about how I almost saw something I didn't wanted to see.
"But why wait for the others in the boring outside when we could be getting drunk inside?" Jill said suddenly.
Alice responded: "Yeah! That's more better!" Her hand touched my leg. "But let's anhope that the the others don't break my dolly; I would like to play with it."
And with that the three of them ambled their way inside by going over their stepping stone. *Pam! *Pam! *Pam! And then a locked door. With no one around now I had a choice to do.
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