3
Time to Run
She wasmy best friend from college. She’d introduced me to Daniel since she was working as a paralegal at his firm.
That’s right. Best friend from college. Maid of fucking honor.
“Look, baby. We gotta take a break from this shit,” Daniel whispered back to her. “This is my wedding day.”
“Oh, Danny, you yourself said it was no big deal. That you’d rather be at the office today working on that big case, anyway, but that you had to put on this stupid fucking show,” she said. “The whole thing’s a massive waste of money, if you ask me. I mean, look at this stupid get up I have to wear. Have you ever seen anything cheesier?”
What? She’d picked the fucking thing out.
“You shouldn’t complain about that dress. I reimbursed you for it, after all.”
What? He’d paid forherdress? He hadn’t even paid formydress.
I put my hand on the doorknob but froze. What was I going to do? Confront them? And then what?
Scream? Jump up and down? Beat the shit out of the both of them?
Something rustled. “Wait, wait, wait, Rhonda. C’mon. Don’t get any lipstick on my shirt. It’s a rental.”
Holy fucking shit. Was she sucking his dick?
“I’ll hurry, baby. I know how to get you off. We’ll get you out there with Leesa so you can walk down the aisle in front of everyone you invited from the firm, and look like the nice little partner they want you to be.”
What was that supposed to mean?
“All right. But just hurry. And stick your finger up my butt please,” he said. “You know I love my p-spot stroked.”
WHAT?
Daniel gasped a moment later. “Mmmmm, you know just how I like it, Rhon. Fuck yeah. You know how much I’ve been thinking about how you did this in the closet the other day with the senior partners’ meeting happening just next door?”
Rhonda moaned and slurped. If I hadn’t already been aware of what was happening on the other side of the door, I now had confirmation.
The final straw was Daniel’s hum of pleasure. “Oh god that’s good.”
I was done. Like, all the way done.
I pushed open the door to see Daniel, his pants and boxers puddled around the shiny tux shoes he’d insisted on purchasing, and Rhonda, her dress jerked down to reveal her big tits, with her lips wrapped firmly around Daniel’s cock.
He was holding his white shirt tails out of the way, like curtains on a window.
“Leesa!” Daniel hollered when he saw me, his eyes wide with horror.
He put his hands on Rhonda’s head to push her away, but she was attached to him like a Hoover vacuum. I doubted a crowbar could have gotten her off his cock at that moment.
It if weren’t so tragic, it would have been hilarious.
Rhonda kept sucking, and apparently, she was quite good, because as fast as he had realized I’d interrupted their little party, Daniel’s knees buckled and he fell back into the chair behind him, grunting and spasming.
“Guess I won’t be needing this,” I hissed, tugging my engagement ring off and throwing it at him as hard as I could.
“Ow!” he said when it bounced off his forehead.
I thought for a moment to ask him what the penalties were for murder. Double murder, actually. He was a lawyer, after all.