Mel, babe, I’ve still got a little filler left. C’mon, let’s not waste it." Kitty’s voice was sickly sweet, but her eyes sparkled with something wicked.
Melissa hesitated for half a second, maybe less. Maybe it was Kitty’s voice—smooth, persuasive, dripping with the kind of promise that made refusal seem stupid. Or maybe it was the sheer momentum of it all. This apartment had its own gravitational pull, a world where nothing was too much, where hesitation was just another thing to be laughed at.
So she nodded.
It barely even hurt. Kitty’s hands were steady, practiced—hell, gentler than that overpriced parlor Anna had dragged her to. She sat still, her lips tingling, swelling, transforming under Kitty’s meticulous touch.
Kitty tilted her head, inspecting her masterpiece.
“Mmm… better. But babe, another couple milliliters and you’d be insane.” A slow, devilish smile. “You wanna be insane, don’t you?”
Todd Hill
2025-02-27 02:18:42 +0000 UTC