Bella: [Busy. Work. Hate you. See you on Sunday.]

Wow, how surprisingly wordy of her. Well, I guess asking her to free the whole day out with her schedule definitely could make her pretty busy.

Me: [work hard, my dear. I will make sure to have enough fun for the both of us]

And sent. I imagined her smiling, weary of my sense of humor, or lack of thereof, and couldn’t help but chuckle myself.

***

The taxi driver looked a bit familiar to me. Maybe it was his appearance, since taxi drivers were wearing the same uniform. Perhaps I met the dude already in this or the previous run. But, much more likely, it was the way he looked at the three of us in the rearview mirror, caught my own gaze, smiled at me with a wink, thumbed up and turned his head to the road.

Well, I couldn’t exactly blame the guy, not while having a wasted sleeping beauty sitting on my lap, while another, a little less drunk but just as attractive, girl hugged my arm.

Still, what a weirdo. I couldn’t help but sigh.

***

“What do you think you are doing, honey?” my girlfriend smacked me on the arm when I tried to sling my burden over the shoulder into the fireman's carry. Deciding against arguing with her, I changed it into the so-called princess carry. And received a nod of approval for the choice. Who cares anyway?

I gave the apartment keys to Olivia, since my hands were busy holding Claire, and we started our ascent to the third floor. With an impish giggle, my succubus of a mistress decided to play the same game as last week. Only on a harder difficulty, since I held extra softness in my arms already. Ugh.

“Olivia,” I called out. “Not right now.”

My girlfriend giggled even harder, but did as I said. Good girl.

Three floors worth of steps later, Olivia opened the apartment door, and we all went inside. Quickly taking off my shoes, I went directly into the bedroom and threw my burden onto the bed. Sweet dreams, princess. I smirked at my own joke.

A moment later, I felt the body pressing onto my back, with the ticklish feeling of Olivia’s lips on my neck following closely. Obviously enough, she was clearly in the mood. I turned around to face her and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“Still not the time,” I followed up on my previous words.

She momentarily halted, as if trying to process what she did just hear, and pouted cutely. I shook my head at her antics and gave her another quick peck. My girlfriend tried to deepen it into the proper kiss, but I quickly extracted myself from her embrace.

I turned back to the wasted beauty on the bed and started to undress her. Promise is a promise. What could I do? Off went her heels. Turning her on her stomach, a quick motion to unzip her dress. Hm, did she wear the strapless bra? With that thought, I turned her onto her back again.

“Honey, what are you doing?” I heard the question.

“Hm? Teaching her a lesson on why she shouldn’t drink in the company of suspicious low-lives like me,” I answered with a shrug. “Before you ask, yes, I got her consent beforehand.”

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I grabbed the hem of Claire’s dress and dragged it down, freeing her form from the clothes. Well… this was certainly a pair of victory panties. As for whether her bra was strapless or not? I had no way to know, since she wore none at the moment. I felt a headache coming.

“Olivia, can you please give me one of my t-shirts from the closet?” I asked for some help.

“Huh? Why do you need one?” And received back a surprised question.

“Well, the conditions were that I would leave her in her underwear. And she is… somewhat underdressed as of now,” I replied in exasperation.

“Do you think she just conveniently forgot about this fact?” Olivia clearly mocked me with this one.

“Of course not, but I still would rather follow through on my promises.” I ignored her mockery.

Less than a minute later, I finished dressing the drunken counter girl in my t-shirt, clearly oversized this time around, and let out another sigh. Bloody hell, what a pain.

“Honey.” I heard another call. “Do you still think her signals are mixed?”

“Yes,” I nodded back, while taking off my own clothes. “At the very least, she isn’t certain about which ones she wants me to follow upon.”

“And you still questioned her about this?” my mistress, who was almost naked as well, decided to ask another one. “Even if it would ruin your… What was it? Your nefarious plans, yes.”

I turned my face to look her in the eyes.

“Whoever said that wasn’t a part of my plan as well?” I tilted my head, watching her eyes slowly widening in surprise. “By the way, do you want to join me in the shower?”

Her smirk, another one of Bella’s faults or so it seems, full of lust, was my answer.

***

As the stream of water rolled down my body, I felt a glare boring my back. Olivia wasn’t impressed with the lack of my attention to her naked self. Not at all. She was in the mood long before this point, so I can understand her feelings. But it was just so damn fun to mess with her.

I turned around to face my… well, whoever she actually was to me. Ah, to hell with those hard questions. I was entirely too drunk for this. She noticed my gaze and decided to show off a bit, striking a sexy pose. Girl, you are hot and naked. Any pose was sexy.

“Honey! Stop just looking and touch me already.” I heard her spoiled voice.

I obliged, pinching lightly on her hardened nipple, eliciting a moan out of the gorgeous girl in front of me. As I played with it, another random thought came to distract my focus.

“Hm, Olivia, you keep calling me ‘honey’. Should I also do so? Or some other pet name?” I raised an important topic.

“Stop teasing me, dammit!” The girl of my current interest leaned her head into my pecs and tried to move my arm from her chest to someplace lower.

I played along, letting my palm slowly take a journey across her frame and towards the nether regions. I stopped just above the destination of her choice, though.

“Honey!” Another call out, full of mock reproach and arousal, left her mouth, her hot breath tickling my pecs.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I chided back, refusing to budge. I had enough fun playing with the accurately trimmed rectangle patch of soft hair she left there.

Through the years, I was mostly desensitized on the matter of styling of pubic hair, leaving the choice to the women. Variety is the key to fun. Unless it was a fully untamed jungle, that is.

“No.” I wasn’t able to decide if it was a note of defiance, or an answer to my question. “I want you to call me by my name.”

“Why?” I felt curious.

“Because it means that you still remember my name.” Huh. This made me halt for a moment, yet she continued. “And I love hearing how you say it.”

How cute. I slid my palm a bit lower, to her moist entrance. And it was definitely not only the shower fault. A moment later, I turned her around. She was all for it, though, arching her back and leaning her whole body into me, and I hugged her even closer, burying my face into her nape. Slowly teasing her below with my free hand. My mistress let out another loud moan.

Another instant to take a proper aim, and I slid inside her, still tightly holding her in place.

“Olivia.” I whispered into her ear, and she shivered, squeezing me even harder. “You are a good girl.”

And then there was only lust.