![]() These two girls are just on the receiving end of my bad place. ![]() They didn’t come to my party looking to ride whoever is willing so they can brag about it in their online bunny groups. “But what? You should kiss her see if you like it.” I’m still fingering the strap of Mindy’s top while I close-talk Barbie, so she can’t be that opposed to the idea. “We’re not that kind of besties,” Mindy says, a little incredulous. You want us both to come home with you?” She brings her fingers to her lips. But I’ll do it to get back at Tash for pulling this shit on me. I feel sick at the thought of having two sets of hands to deal with. Her expression is part excitement, part disbelief. ![]() ![]() She gasps a laugh and backs up a bit, maybe to see if I’m joking. I lean in and run my nose along Barbie’s jaw until I reach her ear. “You do, do you?” I move Mindy’s hair over her shoulder, my fingers grazing her throat, making her shiver. They look at each other, and Mindy answers for Barbie. I rest my arm across the back of her seat and adjust the strap on Mindy’s top. “You mean Mindy? Um…I…” She touches her hair, flustered by the question. ![]() “What’s she gonna do while I’m doing you?” “What?” She looks over her shoulder, like she’s forgotten her friend is even there. ![]()
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