The Virgin Street Girl ??
Episode 12
Written by Frank The Writer
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“Who is that?” Cyndy asked.
“My mom.”
I quickly swiped right and my mom’s voice pierced through the phone. “Jane, how are you?”
“I’m fine mom.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, mom. I’m fine.”
I cleared my throat because it seemed my voice was kinda low.
“How is Chucks? Hope you both are fine?”
“Yes, we are. I’m still worried about the house rent and..”
“Don’t worry, before time elapses, we will settle them,” I interrupted.
“Well, if you say so.”
“Yes, we will. Just don’t worry about it.”
She hung up.
Cyndy couldn’t wait for me to drop my phone, she immediately placed her lips on my neck, sucking them, giving me a wave of pleasure. She placed the dildo in between my Břě@šť and took my B-__-bs with her hands. She began to move back and forth. Cyndy was Mõ@ɲing. I wanted all of this to be over, but she began to kiss me all over the neck. Her hands traveled back to my entrance poking it with her fingers. I couldn’t fight the Mõ@ɲ.
“You are still so tight,” she said.
“Ugh..ha,” Cyndy smiled, stuffing her fingers into my entrance, th-ru_sting in and out, and faster. Before I knew what was happening, she no longer moved and used her other hand to pinch my ćƖĩť. I arched my body forward at the reaction and gasped.
“Cy…n..dy, Ugh!” I couldn’t speak. My Mõ@ɲing was taking control of me.
“Perfect,” she said, taking both my legs and adjusting to her. I needed to speak. Too late. I felt the tip of the dildo entering my entrance. I winced at the pain as she pushed what seemed like a nine-inch dildo into me. It was big and it hurts. And she wasn’t slowing down. She just Mõ@ɲed out in pleasure like she was feeling it inside of me. A tear slipped past my eyes.
I looked at her and she leaned down, kissing my tears away. She began to th-ru_st again. I wished she could go slow, but she couldn’t control her lust and decided to go rough. She gave me one hard push and I was filled with pain inside. I squirmed but I couldn’t fight back.
Cyndy was still pinning me down into the bed with her hands and each th-ru_st was painful. The dildo was expanding in me. I wanted to hold back my release but she forcefully let me Com and she did as well.
I was sweating again. She pulled out the dildo and my whole stuff felt sore. I panted hard. She flipped me around and pulled my leg into her. I was confused when she pulled my body as I landed in a dog position.
Once again, I felt the tips of the dildo at the entrance of my @zz. I shook my head, but like what she had done earlier, she th-ru_st it into me without any warning. I Mõ@ɲed out in pain. Painful tears crawled down my eyes as she moved inside of me and I was frozen in place. I Mõ@ɲed out even more helplessly when she slapped my @zz and at the same time th-ru_st in.
When Cydny got bored, she traveled up to my Břě@šť, caressing them and pinching them. I was at my limit and as if sensing that, she quickly Com with her last Mõ@ɲ. She pulled out the dildo and I fell into the bed. I was so tired. She walked up to me with her knees and sat on top of me. I shook my head. “No more.” She shook her head too and then spread my leg. She held her dildo in place of my entrance. I kept shaking my head helplessly as she shoved it into my entrance. I gasped.
Not letting me rest, she pulled my body up, and I was left sitting on her lap with her dildo inside of me. She pressed something on her back and it was another vibrator dildo. I hug Cyndy to support myself. It really hurt.
“Move,” she commanded.
“I can’t. It hurts.”
“You have to move, Jane.”
The dildo vibrated more violently when I didn’t move. In the end, I found myself moving according to Cyndy’s wishes. The pain started to subside and filled me with unwanted pleasure. I started to move faster and faster, letting the big giant dildo fill in my entrance. The faster it goes in the lesser pain I felt. I Mõ@ɲed out with pleasure. I found my hand cupping my Břě@šťs and I played with it.
Cyndy seemed to like my moves. At that point, I couldn’t control myself anymore. I needed her.
Surprisingly, I dived in hungrily for Cyndy’s lips to feel more pleasure, asking her to take me. And to my request, she did and I pulled her up towards my body to feel more intimacy. She pulled me down towards the bed to take charge. Our sweaty bodies clashed with one another. She pounded hard into me with the dildo.
And with each th-ru_st, I screamed out in pleasure. I was breathing hard like I had run a marathon. She kissed my lips and played with them.
“You are beyond amazing. And now to fully claim that you are mine…”
I didn’t understand what she meant until she went on the side of my neck and I felt something sharp touch my skin. My eyes widened but I was worn out to move. I screamed out in pain.
“What just happened?” I turned and looked up at her. She smiled and went into the bathroom. I touched my neck and I felt blood drip. My heart pounded faster than usual. Is Cyndy a vampire or what? I pondered, not brave enough to say it out
“I’m not a vampire,” she said and dashed out on a white towel.
“How did you know what I was thinking?” I got more worried but she simply smiled and sat beside me while I stared in awe.
“Still surprised? I’m not any of those things you think. I only said what I feel you might think of. It’s simple.”
“Hmmm.. You got me scared. By the way, what do you do for a living? And when do I start?
Cyndy simply giggled.
“Good question. Well, I’m many things. I do a lot for a living.” She smiled.
“A lot? Like?”
“Like what we just did minutes ago.”
“And what exactly was that?”
“Are you really asking me that?”
“Yes.”
She smiled sheepishly.
“Well, as I said earlier, I am many things. I connect young lesbians to rich ones. I’m as well a filmmaker, a movie director, and an actress,” she paused.
“An actress?” I queried speedily.
“Yes. I’m not popular on the screen but I make ten times what those big names make.”
I was excited on realizing Cyndy was into movies.
“Wow! I’d like to be part of your crew. Acting has been my dream right from childhood,” I said.
“Oh! Really? Do you want to act? Sure you got the bold vibes to stand before the camera?”
“Yesss,” my exciting response.
“Well, you need to pass through the audition first and foremost there is always a price to pay.”
“Price? How much?”
“It’s not monetary…”
“0k. What?”
“I’ll tell you when the time is right. It will interest you to know that some of those big names paid some prices to go get to fame. But it’s nothing to worry about. I know you are brave and you’ll do anything to get to the top. Won’t you?”
I suddenly became mute. What other price could be involved again? I contemplated.
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll be glad you took this bold step. It’ll change your life and all you need is to brave up for what is to come.
I simply nodded my head like an agama lizard.
“As for the secretary work, I will tell you what you will be doing before my secretary returns.” She patted my back.
“Okay,” I replied lamely.”
“Another thing, I’ll also be traveling on air from one state to another for my movie $h00ts and other events. I’d need to process your traveling documents as well, so you could join me on some assignments before my secretary returns.”
I couldn’t contain my joy when she said that. Among everything she said, the traveling got me more excited. It brightened my mood.
“Just sit back and relax. You are on your way to being a rich girl. You might even forfeit your dream of furthering your studies.”
She walked into her bedroom.
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So, it’s been less than twenty-four hours of moving into Cyndy’s apartment, the acclaimed life changer and my lesbian partner. I found out that I was really curious about paying a price as Cyndy said. Even though I felt it was segzually related stuff, but Cyndy made it look like it was beyond that.
I haven’t even been to the airport before and knowing I’d get to travel by air very soon made my belly fill. I was elated.
Simply being in an airport was enough to get me excited. Potential encounters and an impending adventure. Meeting with top celebrities and actresses was something I couldn’t wait to happen. It made a lot of buzzing energy. Contemplating these comings and goings seemed to have struck a chord with me on a visceral level.
I dragged through to the last page of apps on my phone, pulled up the WhatsApp home screen, and logged in. The first message I saw was from Lisa. And it read thus:
“Jane, how are you? Can we see? Let’s talk when you are online.”
Wait, Lisa unblocked me? I glued to my phone screen and she was online as well.
About thirty seconds later, my phone rang and it was Lisa calling.
To be continued…
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