I’m sore. Yes, it hurts. Yes, I want you in twenty minutes, I want you to open me up where it hurts and make me feel all better again.”
“Fuck, yes, dirty girl. Call me when you’re ready, I’ll be right over.”
Crazy. Fucking crazy. But I was still smiling when I let myself in, bouncing on through the living room to check Tessa’s schedule. Except I didn’t need to. Loud dramatic sobs, and Tessa’s soothing voice sounded loud from the kitchen.
“It’ll blow over, I’m sure it will.”
“No it won’t! I’m a laughing stock, a big, stupid joke.”
Chelsea.
I groaned inside.
I joined them in the kitchen, and sure enough there she was. Sat up on the worktop with her eyes screwed shut, her face a blotchy mess of smeared make-up.
“Shit, what’s happened?”
Tessa answered my question while Chelsea went in for another round of sobbing.
“The papers have photos of Jason Redfern leaving the club, alone. His wife says he was home with her from two a.m.”
I fought back the urge to say I told you so. It’s never attractive, not even when it’s warranted.
“Oh dear.” I congratulated myself on my lame-arsed response.
“They all hate me!” Chelsea cried. “Everyone’s laughing at me.”
“I’m sure you’re not the first,” I said. “And you certainly won’t be the last.”
“My career is over. Blown. Finished. I’ll have to crawl back to Hatfield with my tail between my legs.”
Tessa stroked her hair like a real mother hen. “That’s a bit dramatic.”
“I will! Reporters are outside my door and I had to turn my phone off it was ringing so much.” Her eyes widened in horror. “What if they want their money back?! I don’t have it!”
“We’ll deal with that if it happens,” I said.
She half-snotted, half-sobbed into her hands. “You don’t hate me?”
I rolled my eyes. “No. Of course I don’t hate you. I think you’ve been an idiot, but we all have our moments.”
Tessa locked me in an apologetic stare. “I’ve got to go to work, I’m sorry. I said Chelsea could have my room tonight.”
My heart sank. Shit.
“I’ll go,” Chelsea bawled. “If you don’t want me here.”
“It’s not that,” I said. “I had plans.” I pulled her into a hug, after all, that’s what friends do. “Of course you can stay.”
“Thanks,” she said. “I’m really grateful.”
I damn well hoped so.
***
Jason
Gemma: Change of plans, sorry. Chelsea sobbing over footballer-gate. Can’t throw her to the wolves. xx
They would be wolves as well. Didn’t I know it. I was more pissed off than the situation warranted. Balls fucking aching and fists bunching at the steering wheel. I forced myself to reply.
Ok. What time is she leaving?
I waited for the answer.
Gemma: She’s not. Tessa said she could stay. Sorry. xx
Fuck it. I tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and sped away. I’d been parked up at services over an hour, avoiding passers-by with my usual crappy disguise. The girl was driving me fucking crazy.
April was out when I got home, living it up and giving a happy face to the press, no doubt. At least she hadn’t roped me in.
I went through to my bedroom and fired up the laptop, updating my social media feeds with the same old ’Singers are the best’ shit before venturing onto my usual haunts. I didn’t search for my usual brutal gangbang phrase. This time I looked elsewhere.
BBW pussy pump.
The thumbnails loaded, and my hand was already down my jeans. Vince wasn’t lying. This shit was hot.
I’d seen pussy pumping before; on sweet, skinny little pussy without all that much to fucking pump. That was horny enough. Juicy, big pussy was a whole other league. I clicked on a video, settling back against the cushions to see a pair of big thighs spread wide. The woman was bigger than Gemma, her belly rippling as heavy hands fastened the pump to her mound. She had such a big slit, deep red pussy lips that would swallow your whole fucking hand before you were even inside her. She groaned as the huge glass cup was pressed into place and the pump sucked on her, breathing heavy as her fleshy mound swelled up tight inside the glass. She filled the whole fucking cup, a big, puffed up pussy.
My hand worked my cock, mouth watering as she took a fat dick down her throat. Yes. Fuck yes. The video cut forward, and her pussy was crimson, the cup jammed full of her sweet chubby gash. It was wet, too. Wet enough that the cup made a squelch as a