“Of course it’s all bullshit,” Mrs. Arrington laughed. “He thinks he’s hot shit—wouldn’t even fuck me because he thought it was inappropriate. He needs to be taken down a notch, and my little fable will make sure that happens to him.”
“Holy shit…” I muttered.
“It doesn’t matter if it comes out that I made it up,” she laughed. “By then his career will be over and his reputation will be fucked! I bet he regrets turning me down now!”
The video ended and I turned to Emily in complete disbelief.
“You…how?”
“I went over there to talk to her,” she smiled. “And I could tell she was full of shit, so I made up some story about you and waited outside for a few minutes. As soon as I left she called her friend and I recorded it!”
“You’re like some kind of super spy!”
“Bond,” she smirked. “Emily Bond.”
“Has she responded?” I asked. Emily quickly scrolled through the comments and shook her head.
“No. And I’d bet you money she deletes the original post too. It’s getting tons of views and people are already responding and defending you. This has completely backfired on her.”
I was so relieved I didn’t know whether to scream at the top of my lungs or fall over, so I just snatched my princess up in my arms and squeezed her until she yelped and tapped out, then collapsed onto the couch with her and kissed her like I’d never done before.
“You know,” I chuckled. “This has got to be the most invigorating Halloween I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Oh, yeah?” Emily laughed.
“You know what’s scarier than Jason, zombies, witches or werewolves?” I asked.
“Psycho bitches!?” Emily suggested.
“Exactly!”
“Well, I’m not a psycho bitch,” she cooed as she pressed her body against mine. My cock swelled under my pants and I wrapped my fingers in her hair and pulled her head back to expose her slim, gorgeous neck. I kissed her and brought my lips to her ear.
“No,” I replied. “You’re perfect, and I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Dylan.”
Epilogue
Emily
I moaned with anticipation as I lay face down on the bed as my gorgeous fiancé gave me the world’s greatest hot oil massage. His hands were strong, rough and precise and so manly. Between the scented candles and soft music, as well as the massage table he’d brought out for this special occasion, I was in heaven.
But I was also just a little bit nervous, because today, Mr. Cox was teaching me something new.
“I love your hands,” I whispered, writhing slightly against his expert touch. I was aching for him as his fingers teased me, brushing against my pussy lips as he worked the insides of my thighs.
“Not as much as I love your body,” he replied. The hot oil somehow heightened the sensations of his touch. I was already quivering with anticipation and as he moved to the side of the table, I felt his hard cock, barely covered by the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, press against the side of my breast.
“I can see that,” I smiled. I had my eyes closed as he’d instructed me.
“Focus on the sensations only,” he’d told me. “And don’t worry about anything.”
And that’s what I was trying to do, but knowing just how hot he was and the fact that he was only wearing his underwear, made it hard not to open them.
I was absolutely dripping for him and gasped quietly as he dragged his fingers down my back, up and down my curves and then carefully brushed against my slit. I whimpered, unsure if I could control myself any longer.
“Baby, I need it,” I moaned. “Don’t tease me any longer.”