“Ew, god. Anywhere but there,”
Shayla looked back towards Tina, a thin frown on her face. She crossed her arms and leaned against the brick. Their day had been spent hopping from shop to shop soaking up air conditioning. With the air out at both their houses, returning before evening would mean a day spent stripped, bitching and sweating. Neither of the girls could manage another day like that. It had been a good idea, shop hopping. But they had seen far too many trinkets, far too many forced smiles from clerks.
The quiet, though. That’s what really put a strain on it all. Everyone was at home, with the doors closed and the shades drawn. Shayla and Tina heard each of their footfalls on the sidewalk with only the occasional warble from a bird. Tina had made some joke about it feeling like a famous zombie show. Shayla had laughed, but through her teeth. The brief reprieves of AC had been enough to keep the pair cordial, with all talk staying small.
But standing there now, in front of the dusty shop window, Tina gave a wide grimace. She pushed her bangs back behind her ear. A hint of her blonde roots came through, right at her scalp. Shayla had decided to be polite, and not say a word about it.
“Why not? It’s AC, right? And hey, maybe we’ll finally find something worth-” started Shayla.
“Girl, look at the sign. Look at the window. I’d sooner catch the plague than go in there,” said Tina. She gave a gag as her eyes darted up towards a tatty wooden sign that hung above them.
“Oh, don’t say that,” said Shayla. But she still turned on her heel, and gazed up.
Ten, twenty years ago? When the sign had been new? It probably looked so clean and crisp. But on an empty street in their little empty town, right now? It looked foreboding as a hangman’s noose. LaCroix’s Curios: ALL YOUR NEEDFUL THINGS read the carved script. The paint, once so vibrant, had faded into the mutated colors of economic depression.
But Shayla didn’t move. Instead, she smirked and turned back towards Tina. She jerked a red-lacquered thumb over her shoulder and gave a crooked grin.
“Hey, look. At worst it’s antiques, at best it’s something goofy. Come onnnn. Do you really want to go home just yet?” she said.
Tina’s nose wriggled, her brow arching as she looked at Shayla. “My place or yours? My folks are still gone for the summer,”
“Then yours,” said Shayla, “but after this. Deal? Maybe we can invite Jazmynn over?”
“Huh, sure. Gah, been a while since we saw her hasn’t it?” said Tina. She cast one more barely veiled look of disgust at the place. She stuck her tongue out, and rolled her eyes. Shayla grinned, and turned towards the door.
Only then, as her hands clasped the brass of the handle, did she see it. Beyond the thin coat of dust on the shop window sat a small table, little more than a foot stool. Atop it a handkerchief had been laid-it’s colors as faded as the sign. Spread across it’s creased, rumpled surface was a stack of cards.
New, crisp. They lacked the dust and shadows of the other displays in the window. Some she could barely make out. She stared at them a long moment, trying to discern why the deck seemed so long.
“Come on, are we going in or nah?” cried Tina. Shayla shook her head, and turned back towards the door.
The handle to the door turned in her palm, the ancient wood rattling in it’s frame as the pair stepped inside.
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Tina gave a falsetto cough as they stepped through the door-one Shayla almost joined with, but with realism.
The shop was unlike anything else on the street. Curious, knick-knacks and brick-a-brack lined the walls feet deep. Those walls-what little Shayla could spy of them-were a mishmash of spines. Broken, leatherbound, paperbacked. Gold leaf faded by use or lack thereof met her gaze. But it was the titles she tried to discern the most. Like the rest of the shop, the books were a chaotic hodgepodge of words.
USING THE NECRO—-: A MODERN GUIDE TO THE ELDER GODS
HOW TO CARRY ON AN INTIMATE AND REAL RELATIONSHIP WITH A SUCC-
CHAOS THEORY: MAKING YOUR SELF BETTER THR-
She felt a tickle at her nose then from a perculiar aroma. Something like the horrible cigars her father smoked mixed cat dander. Though she tried to hold it in, she let loose a violent sneeze. One that just made her elbow in time.
“Eww, cover your mouth!” cried Tina.
“Look, I tried to-” started Shayla, only for a voice from the far wall to interrupt her.
“Bless you both,” curled the tongue. The pair nearly jumped, with Shaylas head swiveling in every direction. Tina tapped at her shoulder, and jabbed a thumb towards her left. Against the wall, crammed in seemingly the only clear space, was a desk. It was as old as the sign outside, at least. Crags, cuts and inscriptions worn to the point of being indecipherable covered its surface utterly. As Shayla raised her eyes, they came to meet the bottom treads of a set of black boots that rested atop the ancient wood.
“That’s what you’re supposed to say. It keeps the devils out-that little phrase,” came the voice again.
The boots-and the voice-belonged to someone neither had seen before. In a town this small, you tend to see everyone at least once over your life. But the man behind the desk, with his ratty black hair and serious brow seemed wholly out of place. Dark eyes encircled by bags peered at them from a set of wire frames. A thick goatee encircled his chin, framing a set of lips that never seemed to have smiled. He wore a black suit jacket and filthy jeans, and caressed a fat black cat in his lap. The cat mewled, oblivious to everyone, even the man. It turned in his lap, and his fingers caressed it’s soft belly.
Shayla blinked, and gave a nervous smile. “O-oh, right. My grandma told me that once,” she said.
“Your grandmother was a wise woman. What can I help you two with?” said the man. Shayla, her mouth suddenly dry, peeled her tongue from the roof of her mouth. She blinked again, her mind clashing against two thoughts.
Who the fuck is this guy?
How long has this shop been here?
“Oh, we’re uh-we’re window shopping,” said Tina. Her hand met Shayla’s shoulder, and the girl turned towards her friend. Whatever smarm Tina had before was gone. Her face had paled, with a smile like a twitch appearing. “You know, just killing time, all that,”
The man nodded, and dropped his gaze to the cat. “That I do. Time’s too precious a thing to kill, though. It’s the one thing we’ve all a finite amount of. It’s curious then, that you decided to spend yours in my shop,”
He lifted his boots from the table, and dropped the fat tabby to the floor. It gave a mewl of protest, then tottered away from the shop. In a blink, it was gone within the maze of items. Shayla watched as it dashed away-only for her eyes to meet the man when they returned. He stood before the counter, an unlit cigarette twirling over his fingers.
“You read the sign, I take it?”
“Uh, yeah. So do you like, sell antiques?” said Tina.
The man gave a nod as he snapped his fingers. The cigarette disappeared, replaced with a plastic lighter. This too he twirled as he shrugged. “Oh, some of them are quite old, yes. Curios are a different breed entirely from antiques. Killing time, you said?”
“Yes sir, we most certainly are,” replied Shayla, the will to speak finally returning. The questions weren’t out of her mind-but the odd fear that sparked them was gone. She watched as the man snapped his fingers once more, making the lighter disappear entirely. He pushed away from the counter as he brought his hands together. The grin he gave was crooked and odd, familiar in a way that bugged her.
But warm.
“Well, you know the best way to do that then, don’t you?” he said as his eyes bounced between them.
Shayla turned to Tina, who gave the slightest shake of her head. Shayla raised her brow and rolled her shoulders as she turned back to face him. She took a deep breath, and tried to return a smile that was just as warm.
“No. How’s that?”
“With a story. And everything here? It’s got one. So tell you what. Pick something, anything you see. I’ll tell you about it, and if you enjoy what you hear, you can take it home. Free. Sound good?” he said as his hands parted. The cigarette and lighter returned, the former getting tucked behind his ear. The latter met his breast pocket, and his hands rest at his hips.
Tina snorted, and said “You’re serious? Anything at all? What if it’s like, super expensive or something?”
The man shrugged, and said “We’ve all need of entertainment. Especially now. Consider listening to me babble payment. So-is it a deal?”
As he finished, he jutted an empty palm forward. Shayla gave a giggle-What could it hurt?
As she wrapped her hands around his and gave a shake, two things became apparent. One, the man had the most callused hands she had ever felt. Even worse than her dads, and he was a carpenter. And the second, well.
She decided to blame it on the heat. On being silly and forgetting her water bottle that day. But she could have sworn she saw the faintest swirl of something at his wrist. Dark, like the hint of a tattoo. Then his hand pulled away, and it was gone. She blinked, and watched as the man splayed his hands.
“Well, I’d say you two have some bargain hunting to do, don’t you?”
“Sure, but one thing,” said Tina. She took a step forward, her head tilted as she looked at the man. “Mister, just what is your name? You’re the owner, right?”
The man snorted, and laughed with a sound like a cello played with gravel. “Oh, I most certainly am,” he said. He seemed to think a moment as his hands met the counter. His grin grew into a wide smirk.
“Jack. Just call me Jack,”
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“God, was that old guy gross or what?”
Shayla gives a grunt towards Tina, the deck of cards spread before her. The cards were crisp, with a slight tackiness to them. Like the deck had came fresh off the printer. The thing that allured her the most however wasn’t the feel, but the appearance. Shayla had seen tarot decks countless times before. She even knew some of the cards-but the art for these was unlike anything she had ever laid eyes upon. Highly detailed and stylized, each piece was framed by a reflective copper border. With some of the pieces came the faint hint of familia-
“Shayla? Hello? Girl, you there?” came Tina’s voice again.
Shayla blinked, and looked up. “Oh, yeah. He was a little off wasn’t he? And like, I don’t remember that shop being there, do you?”
Tina wriggled her nose, and flipped idly through the paperback she had come home with. The spine was held together with clear packing tape, and the covers barely there. Despite the wear, the title still proudly proclaimed CHAOTIC TOE CURLING: CHAOS MAGICK AND ORGASMS. She gave a false gag, and pushed her bangs back as the book met the covers.
“You can have mine too,” said Tina. She tilted her head, and looked at the spread of cards. She gave a slight smirk, and lifted one to her face. Her eyes narrowed as it drew close, and she flittered the card over her fingers.
“Hrm, trade you?” she said.
Shayla laughed, and leaned forward. She snatched the card from her friends grip, and shook her head.
“Like hell. You were the one that got trapped in a forty five minute talk about vibrations with him. He probably thought you were coming on to him,” she said with a snicker. She turned the card over in her hand, her brow arching as she gazed upon it.
Within the copper border was a woman in a red dress, with one of the straps slid down. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders to a full chest, barely concealed by her locks. She had a sideways smile with a full cup raised towards the viewer. Her cheeks were tinged, almost as deeply as her clothes. Shayla trailed her eyes lower, and read the title.
The Fool. Her grin widened, and she returned the card to the spread.
“Oh god, you don’t think he did, do you? Do you think that’s why he gave me-ew, ew ew ew!” cried Tina. She shuddered as she leaned back towards the footboard of the mattress. She stretched her legs forward, and Shayla scooped the cards to make room. Tina reached into the bag beside the mattress, and pulled a vial of red lacquer from it. She gave it a shake, and looked towards Shayla.
“You give Jazmynn a ring?” she said.
Shayla tapped the cards against her thigh, and looked for the cardboard they had arrived in. She slipped them inside, and turned towards Tina as she mimiced her stretch.
“No, not yet. Want me to?”
“Mmmm-hmm. See if she’ll get some pizza too. I don’t care if it’s frozen or fresh-I just want a lot of meat. Annnnnd I’m pretty sure my folks have some wine somewhere,” she said with a devilish grin. She unscrewed the top of her polish, and looked towards Tina.
“You’re not still a light weight, are you?”
Tina rolled her eyes, and reached over her head for her bag. Her hand flailed for a moment along the headboard before she found it, still slung over the rail where she had left it. She blind grabbed inside, and pulled her phone out.
“You’re the lush, not me. But yeah, a drink would be nice. Anything else you want me to ask her for?” she said.
Tina, her gaze fixated on her toes, shook her head. After a careful brush stroke, she looked up. “You forgot one,”
Shayla, mid-text, looked up at her. “Forgot…?”
“A card. Right there, see?” said Tina.
Shayla dropped her phone to her lap, and glanced at the mattress. At Tina’s hips a card lay. It had turned somehow as well, it’s back facing her. Shayla grabbed the card and turned it over, her eyes falling upon the art for a hot second. Within the border sat a woman in massive red robes. The contours of the cloth swallowed her utterly, with only a sliver of face present from beneath a massive headdress. In her left hand was a cane topped by gold, ornately drawn to resemble a raven. In her right hand was a chalice with red liquid overflowing from the rim to the floor.
Shayla screwed her eyes as she slid The High Priestess back into the pack, mingled with the rest of the deck.
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The lock set neatly into place with a soft click.
He set about pulling the blackout curtains over the windows. Thick and shabby, they did the job well enough. No one could peer in, and nothing could peer out. As he pulled the last over the massive bay window facing the street, a soft meow came from behind him. He turned on his heel and faced the fat black tabby on the floor with a scowl.
“Oh, don’t give me that. They came to me, alright?” he said with a snarl.
The tom lifted a paw, and gave it a single lick. It looked back up at him and chirped as he stepped away from the display. He rolled his eyes as he made his way to the back of the shop, towards a heavy door. EMPLOYEES ONLY sat emblazoned upon a lacquered sign in bold red script. The tom followed, his padded feet little more than a whisper. He meowed again as Jack gripped the door handle and closed his eyes.
The door clicked, and opened towards absolute darkness. He turned towards the tomcat, and shot him a look that dripped with ire.
“That’s not true, and you know it. ‘Sides-by this time tomorrow, they’ll forget we were even here. And we all need just a touch of magick in our lives, don’t you think?”
The tom gave a curtish mewl, it’s yellow eyes focused on him. The warlock’s hands met his hips as he bent, his frown cutting the lines on his face deeper.
“Call me that again, and I’ll tell the fae court just how much you enjoy this new form,” he spat.
The cat gave a startled mewl, to which Jack just laughed. He turned towards the dark gyre in the wall, and threw up his hands.
“Hey now, you’re the one that was perfectly okay with shitting in a box, not me. And my gods, how you go on about the foo-”
The cat gave a hiss as it slipped by him, and disappeared into the void. He turned on his heel to the little shop, and soaked in a single long gaze. He gave a grunt, then turned away.
“Huh, pocket dimensions,” he muttered as the shadows swallowed him.
A moment later, the door closed behind him. The lock set into place.
All was quiet in the little, forgettable shop.
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Jazmyn’s pound of the door was loud enough to send a shock through both girls. They had been sitting quiet, the soft hum of the radio and their cell phones occupying their senses. Shayla blinked like a sleeper roused, and stood up from the couch. Tina tucked her phone away, and checked her polish again. She looked up at her friend and grinned.
“Pizza?”
“And Jaz, more importantly,”
“But Pizza too, right?” said Tina.
Shayla rolled her eyes as she made her way to the front door. She hooked a thumb into her pajama bottoms and hiked them an inch higher. She gazed through the peep-hole as a smile bloomed to her face. She opened the door and flung her arms wide.
“Hey girl! How you been?” she said.
“Oh, y’all know, well enough. I got the pie and some brews!” said Jazmynn, hoisting a brown box and a six pack up. She stepped over the threshold, opening her arms as Shayla leaned in for a hug. Shayla pulled away, and took the food from her hands as Jazmynn kicked the door closed with her heel. The pair made their way to the living room. Tina swiveled her head over the couch and gave a hearty wave.
“Jaz! How’re you?” she said.
Jazmynn tucked her lush brunette bangs behind her ears, and sat the beers on the coffee table. She gave a shrug and a smile as she plopped down into an easy chair. She kicked her roughshod boots off as she dipped a hand into her battered jeans. The glass pipe was a familiar sight-and the baggie of green that followed was a welcome one. As she stuffed the bowl, Jaz looked up at Tina and smirked.
“Oh, the usual. Working my ass off. And you?”
Tina giggled, her eyes on the pipe. “That’s quite a bit of ass to lose. Are you going to pass that?”
“Girl, you know I am. But I get first taste,” said Jazmynn. She patted the front of her flannel button up, and pulled out a well-worn Bic. The flame danced as the wheel spun, and seconds later the pungent aroma of pines filled the air. Shayla sat the pizza on the table as Tina reached for a beer. The trio passed around the pipe saying nothing at all as their muscles grew slack. A gulp, a bite, a puff. The weed cradled the back of Shayla’s mind as she finally broke the quiet.
“So, we had a hell of an adventure today,”
“Oh?” replied Jazmynn, her eyes lazily focused ahead. Her hand floundered as it reached for a bottle. Tina giggled, and obliged by handing her one. A cap rattled on the coffee table as Jazmynn drank deep. Shayla gave her the details-Tina wriggled her nose and gagged at all the right moments. By the time Shayla got to the cards, Jazmynn jiggled with a roaring belly laugh.
“Soul vibrations? Demons? Oh wow, this cat had it bad didn’t he?” she said.
Tina snorted as she lifted the pipe. “You’ve no idea. His cat was cute though! For like, the five seconds we saw it,”
“And he just gave you guys stuff? Weird,” said Jazmynn as she leaned forward. “Can I maybe see those cards though?”
“Oh sure,” said Shayla. She rose with a wobble, her feet smacking against the wood floor like sacks of flour. Step by step she made her way towards Tina’s bedroom to retrieve the deck. By the time she arrived back, her gait had somewhat straightened. She tossed the pack on the table, scattering bottle caps to the floor. She slumped back onto the couch, and inhaled deep as her head came to rest against the couch. With her eyelids heavy, Shayla decided fighting them was far too much effort in the moment.
There was a clink as Tina placed the pipe on the table, a whistle as Jazmynn sorted through the stack. Shayla opened a single lid to gaze at her friend, and watched as Jazmynn’s eyes widened.
“Ohhhh, this one’s my favorite!” cried the girl, her southern twang daring to curl out. She laid the card on the table. Shayla and Tina leaned forward, and gave all the appropriate oohs and ahhs that only clouded minds can give.
On the table before them, within the glinting border, was a portrait of three intertwined people. Bare skin met skin, as did lips. But beyond that, making out details was exceptionally difficult. This picture lacked the detail of others in the pack-rather, it was far more abstract. Light and shadows hinted towards hips and hands, but the rest was left to interpretation. Along the bottom, two words met the gaze of the girls.
The Lovers.
Tina gave a snort, and rolled her eyes.
“Well if that isn’t just super horny. Figures considering where we got it-did I even mention the book he gave me?!?” she said as she pulled from the table. Jazmynn gave a laugh as her head met the back of her seat.
“Oh god, is it-”
“Girl there are detailed pictures, let me go get it!” replied Tina. She rose from the couch and sprinted towards her room as Jazmynn snorted.
“Oh gods,” she said.
Shayla idly lifted the card from the table, and slipped it back into the deck. She thought to speak, to crack a joke. But then her head met the back of the couch, and either idea seemed far too difficult at that moment. Her eyelids fell-and seconds later, the world was gone.
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The hand at her shoulder gripped with a warmth that made her stir. But it was the fervent way in which it shook her that made her rouse. Shayla tried to open her eyes, only for the hand to dig it’s fingers deeper.
“Uh, Shay? Girl? C’mon, wake up,” came a twanged tongue. Shay muttered a plea for five more minutes-and the hand moved to her stomach. As the digits wriggled against her gut a laugh met her lips-one that was stifled the moment she saw Jazmynn’s face. The smile faded as her brow arched, and words came weary to her lips.
“S’mthin the matter?” said Shayla.
Jazmynn gave a snort, and tilted her head past the couch. “Not ‘the matter’, but something is definitely going on I need help with,”
Shayla stretched upon the couch, and turned her head towards the kitchen. The music, which had been a dull roar against her skull, came loud and realized into her ears. The Rolling Stones were playing as Tina danced and twisted, a hoot escaping her lips as she tipped the bottle back in her hands.
Shayla blinked, then turned towards Jazmynn.
“Is she-” she started.
Jazmynn snorted, and said “as the day she was born,”
The laugh finally escaped Shayla’s lips as she rubbed her eyes. “How long has she been drinking?”
Jazmynn stood up, and hooked her hands into her jeans. She gave another snort, and said “Ya’ mean to tell me ya’ think she stopped? Look, if you can walk, maybe we can calm her down, yeah?”
“I hear you, I hear you,” muttered Shayla. She rose unsteadily to her feet, and stifled another yawn in the back of her throat. Jazmynn reached a hand forward to steady her, but Shayla waved it away. She rounded the couch, every footfall growing more sober than the one before it as she marched towards the kitchen. Tina, her body glistening with sweat, tilted and twirled. Her cock stood firm, swaying and smacking against her thighs as the girls stood in the archway. She turned-and upon seeing them, paused as a grin crossed her face. She tilted back the bottle of red and took another swig. One that seemed to stretch on for minutes. When she pulled it away with a satisfied gasp, it met the table behind her with an audible clank.
Empty, thought Shayla.
Tina turned back to the pair, and skipped forward. She leaned in, her cheeks rosey with drink as she gripped their hands.
“C’monnnn, come dance with me,” she slurred. Shayla opened her mouth to protest, but turned to Jazmynn instead. The curvy country girl smiled and shrugged-and the pair stepped forward. Tina let go of their hands, hooting and she twisted the knob on the radio. The volume raised to the point Jager vibrated within Shayla’s ears, punctuated by the scuffing of Jazmynn’s boots. They two-stepped until the song ended-and Tina paused. Her eyes darted between the two as she pouted, and crossed her hands.
“Oh, c’mon you two! You’re still dressed!”
“Well yeah, I mean-” said Shayla, “-I just got up. ‘Sides, you’re the one who always strips when she’s high,”
Tina crossed her arms, and glared at Shayla. “Oh, am not. You’re just being chicken because-”
“Tina-”
“-you got a-”
“Girl I am warning you-” said Shayla, her brow furrowing.
“-teenie little weenie!” finished Tina with a giggle. She held up her hand, pinching her finger and thumb close together. “Teeeeenie tiny lil’ dick,”
Shayla felt her face warm-but the warmth flooded from her cheeks down her neck. Down her chest, right into the pit of her stomach. It crept lower, and gave way to a familiar twitch that brought her hands instinctually below her belt.
“Tina, c’mon! I do not!” cried Shayla. Her eyes darted towards Jazmynn, who gave a puzzled look towards Tina.
“And how would you know how big her cock is?” said Jazmynn.
Tina snorted as her hand met her shaft. It gave a resounding smack against her palm as she giggled, and leaned towards the country girl. She gave her a wry smirk as she said “Oh, I just do. And you? Do you got a baby cock, Jazmynn?”
Jazmynn’s face fell for a second-only for a slow, knowing smirk to curl her lips a second later. “Oh, no. I’m bigger than you actually,” she said. Tina gasped, and shook her head as she staggered on her feet. She jabbed a finger forward, her cock smacking against her thigh.
“Bullshit! No friggin’ way! I’m the one with the big salami here!” she cried.
“You sure about that?” said Shayla, bravado creeping back into her tone. She uncupped herself, and let her hands meet her hip. She tilted her head towards Jazmynn and smiled. “GIrl’s got a good foot on you. Easy. Would be stupid to think you’re-”
“Wait, how do you know about her cock?!” cried Tina. She lifted a hand to wipe the sweat from her brow-but the other stayed, and gave a stray tug.
Shayla and Jazmynn turned to each other at the same time, and grinned. With the warmth in her face growing even hotter, Shayla turned back towards Tina.
“Oh, I just do. But hey. Go on. Ask her to prove it,”
Tina stared at Shayla for a long moment. She huffed, and gripped her hips as she turned towards Jazmynn. Her brows arched as she said “Well? Are you gonna-”
The meaty thwack was audible, even over the radio. Jazmynn’s boots were kicked to a corner, her pants following as Tina stared in disbelief. The flannel top followed, with Jazmynn’s hands cupping her breasts. Even flaccid, her girth was easily twice that of Tina’s. She gave a throaty chuckle and twisted her hips. The head of her girth smacked against her knees as she did.
“Well that made you shut up,” she said.
Tina blinked a few times, then shook her head as she turned towards Shayla. Shay watched as Tina’s girth gave a bob, smacking firm against her stomach. “I-okay, well I know I’m bigger than you,”
“I don’t. How do I know you’re not just blowing smoke out your ass about her?” said Jazmynn. She turned towards Shayla, her hands meeting her hips. Shayla watched as Jazmynn’s massive cock-one she had been kissing just days ago-gave a twitch. Her stomach fluttered as it rose against the supple stomach of the country girl. She smirked, and slipped out of her hip huggers.
Small. Shayla had always been small-small tits, small ass, small cock. But that’s what had allured her so much about Jazmynn. The feel of her friends girth stretching her out made her positively salivate-and twitch all her own. All four inches of her. Tina snorted, and jerked a thumb towards her. Her free hand gripped her cock again, practically bucking into her grip as she snarled.
“See? Told you! Teeeeennie weenie, and me? I-Hey, hey wait a minute! What are you t-”
The words fell mute as Shayla rose to her tip-toes to kiss Jazmynn. The warmth of Jaz’s cock against her stomach made her knees weak. The bigger girl chuckled, and scooped an arm under her ass. She lifted Shayla over her shoulder as she walked back towards the living room. Shayla grinned as Tina stood there, jaw slack as she watched them.
“H-Hey! What are you two-”
“I’m gonna fuck her,” said Jazmynn.
“You’re going to what?!”
“I said I’m going to fuck her. Right here over the couch,” said Jazmynn. She snickered as she approached the edge of the sectional and sat Shayla atop it. They kissed again, Shayla cupping Jazmynn’s breasts as her legs were lifted. The warmth of Jazmynn’s girth pressed against her rim, and-
“WHAT? WHY?!” cried Tina from the kitchen. Shayla gazed over Jazmynn’s shoulders, a slow smirk spreading across her face.
“Why don’t you watch? Maybe you’ll learn something to fill that vapid head for once,” she said. The last word barely escaped her lips as Jazmynn pressed within her, the warmth of her bulbous head making even the most basic of thoughts a strain to grasp. Inch by inch Jazmynn filled her ass, right until her balls cam clapping against her. Shayla tried to formulate words, but they were always broken as Jazmynn thrusted deeper.
In time, she caught Tina out of the corner of her eye. Tina, the fool. Jerking her cock alone to the side as Jazmynn mercilessly bred her. Shayla grinned, her lips parting as venom seeped from her lips.
“She only fucks the smart ones-but w-ah!-when she’s done, you can clean me up. How’s t-fuck!-hat sound?”
Tina, bucking deep into her grip, could only nod. She slumped against the wall as she watched the pair, pre-cum smearing the tip of her girth. Every time Jazmynn bucked within Shayla, she would pant. She would cup her breasts, tweaking her nipples.
But she never got a drop.
Not even a single one.
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It wasn’t that the sign was turned over that surprised her. It wasn’t the curtains drawn over the windows, every curio hidden just beyond it’s veil.
It was the fact the store wasn’t there at all that baffled Shayla the most.
She stood on the corner, sweat beading down her brow as her eyes searched the vacant lot. Her mind raced as she tried to remember the name of it-what it looked like, who owned it. The only image that surfaced to her mind at all was a fat, black cat.
It had been an awfully cute cat.
“Shay? Hello, earth to Shay? You with us?” came Tina’s voice.
Shayla spun on her heel to gaze at Tina and Jazmynn. Tina smirked as Jazmynn stood, arms crossed. The latter tapped her boot upon the pavement, and gazed past Shayla at the empty spot.
“You uh-you said there was a store here? When?” she said.
“No, like-I swear there was! That’s where we-where we…” said Shayla. She turned back to face the lot, her eyes straining as she stared at the vacant spot.
It had been here, hadn’t it?
“Tina, you remember right? This is where we stopped yesterday, before we-”
“Girl, the only thing I remember is going around for AC. I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. Speaking of which-wanna do that today? Maybe the shopkeepers won’t be so grumpy,” replied Tina. She dropped her hands, and began to make her way down the sidewalk. Shayla stood until she felt a hand at her shoulder. She turned, and was met with Jazmynn’s grin.
“C’mon. Before she gets all uppity-and we gotta put her in her place,” said Jazmynn.
Shayla gave a nod, and cast a single glance back at the lot.
There had been something there…hadn’t there?