3. Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty
Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty
Aaron and I spoke until I had to set up for my first appointment of the night.
We both agreed that Quinn was terrible, and we would work together to give her a taste of her own medicine.
What working together meant we weren’t sure about, but we were both clear on the fact that we would be seeing a lot more of each other in and out of bed.
I wasn’t mad about it. Funnily enough, two weeks after Aaron and I met, Quinn walks through my door only to plop her happy ass down on a stool right in front of me.
At this point I wouldn’t have been surprised if Bigfoot came in to get a tattoo of a human walking through the forest on his chest; Quinn eyes my outfit, today my wig is a long blonde with beach waves, there’s a large red hibiscus flower pinned behind my ear, my shirt is a white collard button down, but I have it tied up to reveal my stomach there are really only two buttons done up allowing my red lacy bra to peek out the top.
I have a pair of dark denim cutoffs on and white sneakers to complete my look.
I call this my mechanic’s look because my bottle opener looks like a wrench, so I’ve stuck it in my back pocket.
“Well, well, well, look what the cat drug in. How have you been, gorgeous? I honestly didn’t expect to see you again, thought your last visit was a one-off.”
Quinn licks her lips before saying, “Today is a celebration, and because you took such good care of me last time, I figured I’d see if you were in today and wanted to celebrate with me.
” Ha, I knew that today she had served Aaron the divorce papers, but I didn’t expect to see her so soon; Jesus, the marriage isn’t even in the grave yet, and she’s already celebrating.
Ok, two can play this game, while I finish polishing the pilsner glass in my hand, give her a disinterested response. “Oh yeah, what are we celebrating today, and what is your celebratory drink going to be?”
A single blood red fingernail taps her perfectly painted nude lips while she pretends to think, “I think today calls for some champagne, but not the cheap stuff, I want some Cristal if you have it.”
Do I have Cristal? Of course I do. We always keep a few bottles on hand for high spenders like Quinn here. Turning around, I reach for a flute glass, and I tell her over my shoulder, “We sure do, gorgeous, let me just go to the back and grab it from the cellar for you.”
Making sure to grab my phone before going in the back to get her bottle, I quickly dial Aaron.
He picks up on the second ring, “Hello, beautiful. To what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?” Aaron and I have bonded over our petty revenge on Quinn, but also, we’ve found that we truly enjoy each other’s company in and out of the bedroom.
“Hello, sexy, I have a special visitor here, and she’s ready to celebrate, but before I celebrate with her, I want to confirm; are we good?” The thick silence on the other end stops me before I get the cellar door open, “Hello, you still there?”
Still nothing, so I check the phone to make sure the call hasn’t dropped when Aaron says in a hushed voice, “Yes, you and I are good. Just be sure to keep me in the loop.”
Grabbing what is now a double celebration bottle, with a big smile on my face, “Of course, I’ll send you pictures if you want.”
A big, hardy laugh on the end of the line has me giggling too, “No, beautiful, that won’t be necessary, I’ll see you soon.
Oh, and Imogen, I love you.” Then click, first he calls me by my full name when he knows I hate it, and then he drops that fucking bomb on me, only to hang up right after, he’s dead when I see him again.
Shaking off the butterflies in my belly from Aaron’s declaration, I see Elie chatting it up with Quinn; Fuck she better not let on that we know her from the past. Rushing to the bar, I’m just in time to hear a squeal from both ladies before they grab each other and hug.
What the hell is that about? Planting a huge smile on my face, “Hello, ladies, I have that bottle you asked for, babe,” turning to Elie, I say, “payroll’s not going to do itself, Elie, better get to it.
” I watch as the smile slowly dies on my sister’s face while she stares me down.
We both know payroll isn’t due until next week, and she knows who Quinn was to me; of course, she suspects something, she just doesn’t know what.
Slowly getting up, Elie nods to me before turning to Quinn, “Congratulations again, you deserve this.” To me, she says, “You, be good,” and with those parting words of wisdom, Quinn and I are left alone, or as alone as you can be in a bar on a Friday afternoon.
We’ve shared the bottle of bubbly, cheering often to men being assholes, men sucking, men being the worst, men this and men that, it was fun in the beginning but after a while it became childish.
Quinn goes to take another sip of her drink when I stop her with my finger rubbing the swell of her breast and trailing down to her nipple, that was hard and begging to be teased.
Inching closer to whisper on her lips, “Why don’t we move this celebration to somewhere more private?
We can get a room at the hotel around the corner, does that sound good to you? ”
Biting her bottom lip, she only responds with a “mmm hmm.” Flagging down one of the girls, I tell them to check us out; and to make it quick, I don’t want to lose this high.
Arriving at our hotel room door is a feat in of itself; we started making out in the elevator and have just barely managed to keep our hands off each other to get the key out and the door open.
Once that’s managed, all bets are off. Stripping Quinn out of her clothes, I push her onto the bed, just taking in the sight.
Her beautiful blond hair is fanned out around her; her tits are beautiful and perfect; then there’s her shaved pussy that has my mouth salivating.
Kicking off my tennies, I ease myself to the ground, allowing me to get up close and personal with my new favorite obsession.
Sliding my hands up her thighs slowly, easing them apart, her scent hits me; it’s beautiful like she is.
Quinn’s watching me, keeping my eyes on hers.
I swipe the flat of my tongue over clit, eliciting a stuttered moan, best fucking sound on earth.
Moving in for a more intimate angle, Quinn stops me with her hand on my head.
Looking at her, I notice she’s no longer a confident goddess but a shy girl.
“What’s up baby? Do you not want to do this anymore?” Consent is everything to me; even if I’m here for selfish reasons, I still need her consent.
Leaning up on her elbows to speak, she says, “I’ve never been with another woman before. I’ve always wanted to, and even believed I was in love with another woman when I was younger, but my family would’ve cut me off if they knew.”
Well, fuck me, I didn’t think this was a normal thing for her.
But I also didn’t think it was her first time either, or that she’d always had feelings for women, but of course the fucking bigots have to go and shame another person for believing or feeling differently than the way they think you should. Shit.
“Look Quinn, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, I’m sorry that your parents are so close-minded, but if you want to wait, we can.” It’ll put a kink in me and Aaron’s plans, but we can pivot.
Reaching out to caress my face, Quinn just looks at me, I mean looks deep into my eyes, before saying, “You remind me of her, and I would love for my first time to be with you, Gigi.”
I blink, just fucking blink at her; I don’t say anything, just blink. Is she saying what I think she’s saying? That Imogen was that girl that she was in love with, that she thought she had feelings for me but fucking tormented me anyway? Game on.
Putting my hand in between her tits, I push her flat on her back and go right back to feasting on my pretty pink pussy.
Using my thumbs to spread her wide for me so I can lap, lick, and suckle her until she’s screaming my name, when I can tell she’s getting close, I pull back to slide two fingers in.
Holy shit, she’s so hot and tight, bringing my mouth to hover just above her clit, allowing tiny breaths to caress her while I pump my fingers in and out.
The squelching noise of her juices mixed with her moans is like a symphony to my ears.
When I feel her walls start to tighten around my fingers, I slow my pumping and pull my mouth away.
Quinn’s cries of frustration are sweet music.
Pulling my fingers all the way out, I tell her to sit up.
When she does, I offer my dripping fingers to her and tell her to suck.
Then I latch on to her nipples and nibble while she licks my fingers clean.
Once I’m satisfied, I push her back down onto the bed to resume tongue fucking her pussy, finally allowing her to crest over the peak of pleasure.
Keeping my lips wrapped around her clit, I tease her until she’s pushing me away, crying that she’s too sensitive.
Wiping my face, I sit back and see nothing but pure bliss on Quinn’s face.
She has this beautiful flush from her chest to her face; she is a sight.
Reaching for me, she complains, “You’re still dressed, why are you still dressed?
You need to take your clothes off and get up here with me. ”
Not one to be told twice, I undress and give instructions for Quinn to get up further on the bed because it’s her turn to taste my cunt.
Once I’ve got all my clothes off, I climb up Quinn’s body and hover my dripping cunt above her mouth, “Do you see what you do to me, Quinn? I’m dripping for you.
To taste me, just spread my lips and use your tongue, lick me like your favorite soft serve ice cream. ”
The first swipe of her tongue is tentative.
I allow her to get more comfortable before giving more instructions.
Thankfully she’s a quick learner, and soon I’m riding her face so hard I see stars when I cum.
Gently climbing off her because I don’t want to smother her to death, I sit next to her, both of us breathing heavy.
“You’re a natural, baby. Did you enjoy that? ”
Rolling over and putting her head in my lap, she kisses me just above my mound before saying in a dreamy voice, “That was amazing.”
Laughing, I brush her hair from her face before saying, “It only gets better from here.”
Quinn and I don’t get a chance to explore more because she starts breathing heavily, alerting me to the fact that her post coital and alcohol buzz have worn off.
This gives me the opportunity to scoot out from under her and grab my phone before going to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed.
If she wakes, I’ll just tell her I got a call, but I’ll be back.
After I’ve cleaned, dressed, and texted Aaron, I come out of the bathroom to a still sleeping Quinn.
My phone buzzed to alert me that Aaron’s at the door.
Letting him in, he takes in the scene before kissing the side of my temple.
Stepping further into the room, we set the scene.
On the table by the window, there are a dozen black roses, a signed copy of the divorce papers, and the cherry on top, a restraining order advising Quinn she needs to stay two hundred and fifty feet from Aaron, and Imogen Song aka Gigi Song, HautGrlz Sips and HautGrlz Ink.
When Quinn wakes up, she will be fucked by the people she fucked over.
I know it’s petty to fuck her and leave without an explanation of who I am, but I have a feeling deep down she knows.
Look, I understand that her parents had her life all mapped out for her, but it does not excuse her being a shitty person to those around her.
I could have been a friend or a lover to her back then, but she chose to be an asshole, so I’m choosing to be an even pettier asshole.
Grabbing Aaron’s hand, we walk out and let the door shut behind us so that we can walk through an even brighter door ahead of us.