I blush, looking around the coffee shop.
“Shhh! OMG, people can hear!”
Kaci shrugs.
“So let them hear. You had fun, right?” she presses.
I sigh again.
“I did,” I whisper. “It was amazing, and to be honest, it became part of our regular sex life. We use them pretty much every time we’re intimate, and you know I take them in my back door too. My ass has been so sore lately because I actually took the biggest one in my behind just recently!” I giggle, clenching a bit at the memory.
But Kaci isn’t shocked at all.
“See? I’m proud of you. You feel so relaxed around your boyfriend that you’re willing to try new things, and it was amazing too.”
I giggle.
“Yeah, that part definitely was. But still, it’s bad. What Bridge did was evil.”
At this point, my friend is starting to lose patience because we really are going around in circles.
“You know what?” Kaci asks suddenly. “I’ll show you what being bad’s really about. Come with me to a party, and you’ll see a new level of nastiness that will put things in perspective. Seriously, Renee. You need to step back and try to look at the bigger picture.”
I stare at her.
“No, but I am!”
“You’re not,” she admonishes. “You think inserting toys into your behind makes you a sinful girl. But you’re not a bad person, and neither is Bridge. That’s nothing compared to what happens in the City of Sin when you know the right people.”
I gasp.
“Are you serious?”
My buddy nods.
“This Saturday,” she says. “There’s a party at a private residence. They haven’t released the details yet, but we’re going to go. Dress slutty!” she commands. “And try not to be intimidated either. After all, there’s bad, and then there’s truly depraved.”
With that, I’m left gaping as my heart pounds because what is Kaci talking about? I’m not even sure if I really want to attend, to be honest, because the party’s promising to blow through every boundary I’ve ever established. Besides, will this really help me see the big picture? I have no idea, but what I do know is that I miss Bridge Jessop desperately, and if this helps me accept what happened, then I’m game to give it a try.
9
Renee
Islip into a scandalous little dress and check myself out in the mirror, turning this way and that. It doesn’t look half bad, actually. I was worried I wouldn’t even fit into this thing because I’ve put on a few pounds just in the last week. Eating tubs of ice cream while noshing on pizza at 2 a.m. will do that to you, but it makes me feel better when it comes to the whole Bridge situation.
After all, I’ve been fairly down, but Kaci’s party is tonight and I’m determined to open my eyes to “get a new perspective” as my friend says. Who knows though? I’ll probably just leave the party even more depressed than before if everyone else is gorgeous and horny while I’m a sad sack of potatoes.
But now, the scandalous dress is on, my tits are looking full and plump in the deep décolletage, and I’m strapping six inch stilettos to my feet. This shindig better be worth it because the chances of falling while walking are high seeing that the heels on these shoes literally look like tiny icicles that could snap at any moment, breaking my ankle.
But as I frown, a knock sounds at my apartment door. Like a newborn foal, I teeter to the entrance and swing the wooden slab open.
“I can’t do this,” I immediately say.
Kaci giggles, looking plenty scandalous herself in a red dress that leaves little to the imagination. Her tits are practically hanging out and the hem barely covers her pussy. But Kaci merely tosses her hair back and smirks.
“Why? You look great!”
I shake my head.