#007 - Jeremy, briefly Jaina
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TEXT:
"Ay man, check it out," my co-worker Brett says during a smoke break. He was watching a video on his phone. I knew it was porn even without looking. Dude had a problem.
Humoring him, I glance down at the screen, and-
-and my heart jumps into my throat. It takes me all my self-control to remain casual.
The moment comes rushing back, as vividly as though it were yesterday. The fetid smell of grass, sex, and days-old sweat.
The overturned soil shifting under my knees. The friction of the fabric against my rock-hard nipples. The metal pinch of the handcuffs against my wrists. The desperate slickness in my pussy. The mingled cheering and snickering of the watching crowd.
And that police baton, smooth and hard as I wrap my lips around it and caress it with my tongue, like nothing else in the world mattered-
"-ing amazing." Brett was saying something.
Does he know? He couldn't possibly... right?
I search his face, wondering.
- Jeremy, briefly Jaina, festival slut
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COMMENT:
I don't know why "Brett" is my go-to name for an office drone. The only guy I (kinda) know with that name does squirrel drawings.