Girly.EXE: Bonus Chapter

Justine struts into the night, teetering on tall, glossy heels that make every step click loud enough to turn heads. The skirt she’s squeezed into is dangerously short, the hem fluttering with every breeze and daring her to tug it down. But she doesn’t. She likes it when guys get a quick tease of her bum. She works hard on keeping that bum perfect, after all. 

Her lips glisten under the streetlights, coated in candy-pink gloss, a perfect match for the glittering shimmer dusted across her cheeks.

She feels exposed. Maybe too exposed. 

Maybe…

Every second is a heart-pounding mix of dread and thrill, the intoxicating sense that she shouldn’t be here—yet can’t stop herself.

The bar is loud, pulsing with neon lights, but Justine walks in with her chin turned up high, even though it’s instantly overwhelming. There are so many eyes. So many men. So many glances. 

She still wonders if someone will figure out what nobody else has…

Glitter catches on her lashes when she blinks, and the stares that follow her are impossible to ignore. She’s glowing. She’s shining.

Her date—tall, broad-shouldered, grinning—can’t take his eyes off her. So she sits, crossing her legs in a practiced way, maybe teasing a little bulge in her panties—but not enough that he will know—heels dangling, skirt riding even higher. She leans in close, teasing him with a cute smile. She doesn’t even need to say much; the gloss on her lips, the sparkle in her eyes, the curve of her giggle—those say enough.

The heat builds as their knees brush under the table, as his hand hovers just close enough to graze hers. Compliments flow, drinks come filled and leave empty, fast, and Justine’s confidence soars higher than the heels she barely balances on when she stands.

By the time he whispers, “Want to get out of here?” her heart is pounding so loud she’s sure he can hear it. She answers with nothing but a smirk, letting her glossed lips part just enough to make him blush.

She wants to fuck. But… there’s that one pesky little issue.

Though it hasn’t stopped any guy yet. “You need to know something,” she says.

“What?” He pauses, looking in her eyes.

“I have a cock.”

His face turns pale. Then pale turns to red. Then, his eyes glisten. So many emotions in a short moment. So many thoughts in his head. But it’s curiosity that wins out. It’s always curiosity that wins. 

Justine leads him out of the bar, her hips swaying with each step, the click of her heels echoing in the night. They stumble into an alley, the shadows wrapping around them quickly. Suddenly, he pushes her against the wall, his hands rough, exploring every curve. She gasps, her breath hitching as his fingers dig into her flesh, his mouth crashing onto hers, tasting the sweetness of her gloss.

Her hands find his belt, fumbling with the buckle, desperate to free him. He groans into her mouth, his tongue exploring, his teeth nipping at her lip. She pushes him back, her eyes glinting. "You want this?" she whisper. "You want to fuck me? Even thought… I have a cock?”

There’s a long pause. “Can I… see it?”

She giggles. A quick flash—only two seconds: lifted skirt, panties pulled aside. It’s not hard, but not soft either. It’s cute. Fleshy. Heavy. His eyes flash.

He nods, his breath ragged, his eyes locked on hers. She turns, pressing her ass against him, feeling his hard length against her. She reaches back, her fingers brushing against his zipper, teasing him. He grabs her hips, pulling her tight against him, his cock throbbing intensely.

Justine reaches under her skirt, her fingers hooking into her panties, slowly pulling them down. He watches, his eyes dark with lust, as she reveals herself to him. She turns back, her hands on his chest, pushing him back. He stumbles, his back hitting the wall, his eyes never leaving hers.

She drops to her knees, her hands on his thighs, her mouth inches from his cock. She looks up at him, her eyes sparkling with lust and power. She takes him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his head, her lips tight and wet. He groans, his head falling back, his hands fisting in her hair. He pulls hard—hard enough to almost make her yelp. Almost. It’s a compliment. It means it feels good. It means she’s doing it right. 

Justine pulls back, her lips glistening, her eyes locked on his. She stands, her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back against the wall. She turns, bending over, her ass in the air, her skirt riding up. He steps up behind her, his hands on her hips, his cock pressing against her.

She reaches back, her fingers finding his cock, guiding him to her asshole. It’s tight. She wonders if he will be able to penetrate. Then, he pushes in, slowly, inch by inch, filling her. She gasps, her head falling forward, her hair falling in her face. He starts to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her. She moans, her hands fisting in her skirt, her body rocking back to meet his thrusts.

He pulls out, his cock glistening, his eyes locked on her ass. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, down to her ass. He spreads her cheeks, his thumb pressing against her tight hole. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” she groans. “Stick it back in me.”

She gasps, her body tensing, her eyes wide.

He presses in, slowly, his thumb breaching her, his cock pressing against her entrance again. She moans, her body relaxing, her hips pushing back against him. He thrusts in, his cock filling her, his thumb in her ass with that cock. She cries out, her body rocking back, her hands pressed firmly against the wall.

He starts to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her, his thumb still in her ass with his cock—as if she’s not stretched wide enough. She moans, her body rocking back, her head falling forward, her hair falling in her face. He reaches around, his fingers finding her cock.

He squeezes it. He starts to pump it.

They always do. Their curiosity always turns to lust.

He beats her off and she doesn’t last long, spraying the wall with cum.

Justine cries out, her body tensing, her orgasm washing over her. He groans, his body tensing, his cock throbbing as he comes, his hot seed filling her anus. He pulls out, his cock glistening, his thumb slipping from her body, now dripping with his own cum. 

She stands, turning to face him, her eyes locked on his, her lips curved in a satisfied smirk.

He laughs, trying to look cool—but they both know that she’s entirely in control. He wants her badly, like every other guy. And if he really wants a chance with her, he’ll do anything. She knows it. “Want to buy me one more drink?” she asks.

He nods like an obedient puppy. She giggles and they head off to another bar together.