Dana strode through the sidestreet, keeping a close eye on her eye’s motion tracker. She was trying to make as little noise as possible, a task that was made more difficult than it should have been thanks to her thick thighs rubbing the cheap nylon of her tights together. She hoped the rain would mask it, sidestepping a puddle as she approached the corner where her street would intersect with Sally’s. Looking at the tracker, she saw Sally about to cross the entry. Dana put on a burst of speed, timing it perfectly. ‘Juliette’ stepped out of the alley just in time to slam straight into the pudgy blonde. They both staggered, respective weights adding force to the impact, Sally very nearly losing her balance.
“Oh my! I’m so sorry about that! Are you alright?” ‘Juliette’ put her hands to her mouth, eyes widening in shock. The shock was partially real. Sally had put on a noticeable amount of weight whilst she had been holed up, and Dana’s eyes were drawn immediately to the wobbling belly that was hanging out of her shirt. “What the fuck, why’s this bitch wandering around with her gut out like some kinda fuckin’ statement? She some kinda exhibitionist?” She forced herself to look into Sally’s eyes, and saw a suspicious glare coming from her “Oh, so NOW you get cautious, bitch? Life on the streets too much for you, huh?” Dana wanted to kick the tanned girl onto her flabby ass for real. Instead, ‘Juliette’ offered a timid hand. “Um, my name’s Juliette, and I’m……..well, I suppose I’m a little lost.”
Sally looked the stranger before her up and down for a solid five seconds, clearly weighing her options. Dana felt a sweat break out on her back, fearing that her ruse would be seen through. If she was made by her mark, that made even covert tailing far too difficult. Fortunately, Sally broke out into a wide grin, and enthusiastically shook the offered hand. “Oh, you’re new here? Same-same! I know these streets can be so-so confusing, right? What were you looking for?”
“Who the fuck’s so damn friendly with a total blank?” Dana thought.
“I was looking for an eatery of some kind. I haven’t had dinner yet.” Just then, ‘Juliette’s’ stomach growled, unprompted, but lending authenticity to her claim.
“Food? I know just the place. C’mon, I’ll show you! McDonaugh’s is so-so good!” Sally, still holding Juliette’s hand, began walking down the alleyway, dragging the lighter girl with her. She seemed completely unfazed by either the rain or the stimheads slumped against the walls, happily strutting along with her gut slapping against her thighs and her titst bouncing in an overstretched shirt. Although Dana knew otherwise, she looked like the easiest target in the world.
“Erm, miss? I appreciate the help, but do you mind telling me your name?”
“Oh right, I forgot to say! I’m Sally. Sally Ven- Sally Verdia.”
“Oho, now that’s intel, right outta the fuckin’ gate! Verdia? Yeah right, there’s only one “Ve” name you’d need to hide, Princess. You want me to get close, “Mr V”?”” Dana smirked “I’ll get close. I’ll get so close I can count her fuckin’ cellulite dimples!”
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