Yeah, after thinking about it for a little bit, Bee settled on Vincent. Mainly because she thought he would appreciate her massive candy purchase. She whipped out her phone and hit him up on Snapchat.
B: hey
B: guess what im doing tonight
There, that should pique his interest. Vincent was a very thirsty boy, probably pretty frustrated he hasn't gotten a piece of bountiful Bee butt yet. She liked teasing him, he was so cute when he got all hard and flustered. She stood up to stretch, tossing her phone onto the leather couch cushion with a dull thunk. While she waited for a response, might as well prepare some dinner. Bee went over into the kitchen area of her little apartment and procured a large mixing bowl from the cabinet. She hadn't used this thing in a whiiiiile, so she gave it a quick rinse in the sink. Then, the preparation. She took a carton of ice cream from the fridge: still cold enough to be slightly solid but warm enough to have a liquid quality. After she opened it and turned it over into the bowl, the rounded rectangular mass of vanilla ice cream fell in with a wet smack, little droplets splashing onto her face. Shit, if Vincent were here she could make him lick it off. Oh well. More for Bee. She walked over to the candy pile, wiping drops off her face with her finger and into her mouth with a loud sucking sound. Hmm... Jelly beans. She grabbed one of her many newly bought assorted jelly bean bags and brought it to the kitchen and unceremoniously dumped some of its contents into the bowl. Shit, what else? Whipped cream? She checked the fridge and came up empty, but found chocolate syrup instead. That should work. After messily squeezing some into her mouth, Bee dressed her very healthy salad generously. Now slurry of soft ice cream stained with sugary colors and brown drizzle, she figured the meal was complete. The final thing: a spoon. Had to be a big one. She was a big girl after all.
Plopping back on the couch, spoon and bowl in hand, she discovered a Snapchat message from Vincent. Hell yeah!
V: What?
Ooh, he's biting!
B: i just made the most insane dinner
B: and im gonna get drunk
B: you should come over ;)
She never did the emotes. She hoped that winky face showed she was serious. Bee took the ice cream bowl into her lap, dug the spoon in, and took a heaping spoonful into her mouth. Mmmmmm… Did the Devil make this? It tasted like pure sin and gluttony. Need more.
Bee was so absorbed in her vigorous ice cream binging that she almost missed Vincent's response.
V: I'm at work til midnight tonight
V: As much as I'd love to come watch you eat dinner I can't
Shit. Where did Vincent work, anyway? Can't be that good a job if they keep him there till midnight. Just then, Bee remembered that she was a multi-millionaire now and got a thought. A juicy, horny thought.
B: okay then
B: how about you quit your job and come work for me
B: be my cute manservant
B: cash under the table
Quick response this time.
V: Lol
V: Suuuure
God damnit. He didn't believe her. Bee took an angry shovel of ice cream.
B: im serious numbnuts
B: you stand to make a lot under my employment
B: im in the market for someone like you
V: Oh?
V: What will I make?
B: idk ill have to ask my financial advisor
Maybe he was trying to be flirty with that question. Bee didn't care. There was a text silence for a little while. The TV was now on, tuned to the Food Network. Bee liked to watch food while she ate food. More easily immersed her in the experience. Then, another message.
V: Are you really offering me a job?
Jesus Christ.
B: fuck dude YES i am i already said
B: ill pay you more than wherever you work
B: where do you work anyway
V: I'm a janitor at the mall
Pfft. He looked like a janitor.
B: ill pay you more than your shitty janitor wages for sure
V: Don't you work at some sandwich place
V: How are you supposed to pay me
Shit. Should she tell him? As she contemplated, Bee rolled up her shirt, exposing her rounded tummy to the world. Ice cream made her super bloated, but she ate it anyway. It's GOOD, dammit! She put a cold hand to her warm stomach. Mmmm... After a moment of basking in her own body heat, it was time to keep eating. She was making good work of the sweet concoction, and it was just as delicious as she imagined it would be.
Fuck, wait. Should she tell him?
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