A Jeff Bezos Fanfic : give me Bezos on the clito

Chapter 4

Chapter 4
It was gloomy outside. The sky was streaked with grey clouds that went on endlessly. It was fitted with today's atmosphere. I picked up my phone to check if it was going to rain, I needed to plan my outfit for the ceremony around the weather. This was what my mom always said, I remember her soft tone saying : "A girl dressed weather-appropriate is a good girl, and god knows we don't want bad girls." Most days are okay now that she's gone, but in spite of the recent events, it was hard today. I walked up to my closet and stared at every sad piece of clothing barely hanging on to their respective hangers. None of my clothes inspired me. Everything was too bright, too basic, too ugh. I just really wanted to look sexy for my beaux. I looked at the time and realized that I was going to be late if I didn't leave immediately. Then I had an epiphany! I could just put on my elegant trench coat over my nude body and nobody would ever notice! I matched the coat with a pair of long stiletto boots and finished off the look with a little scarf tied around my neck. As I opened the door, a breeze danced into my apartment which made my trench coat lift, maybe this wasn't such a good idea, it was too risqué but it was too late to change now. As I ran down the stairs, I realized I forgot my umbrella, I was gonna get so wet! But there he was, my knight and shining armour sent straight from the gods, umbrella in hand and car keys in the other. "Let's go, we're going to be late and we don't want to be drawing too much attention on us, don't we baby?" As I walked to the car door, Mark screamed my name in desperation. I turned around confused. Did this mean I had to choose between two carriages to ride in? I looked at Jeff and said "You already gave me a ride last time, I'll give Mark a chance, see you there!" I quickly ran up to Mark's range rover and he opened the door for me like a real gentleman. Once we were on the road, I noticed that he was thumbing the car clutch, only real men still drive stick-shift. It made me tingle down there, was he trying to tease me? I broke the silence by saying : "OMG, it's so manly that you drive manual, Jeff is following the herd and switched to automatic, how fucking pussy is that??" Mark seemed flustered by the comparison. He tried to change the subject but he muttered his words : "let's listen to some music, I'm into that vintage stuff. This is pretty underground, but have you heard of The Beatles?" I had never heard of The Beatles which is why I was so impressed by his musical knowledge.

We finally arrived at the cemetery. Jeff was standing away from the others, arms crossed and pouting. When our looks crossed, he immediately turned away, but I knew him well enough to know that he had been crying. I ran to Jeff, leaving Mark all alone, I needed to console him. As I was running, my trench lifted, leaving sight to my full round juicy thighs. Jeff didn't seem to mind at all. Once I got to him, he said : "Wow, now I know what they mean when they say 'legs for days', this made me feel so much better!" I didn't know legs could be such a powerful sexual tool to control men with, I should keep this in mind I thought to myself.

We all huddled around the 6-foot hole where Bill Gates was soon to be lowered in. In the distance, I saw a man coming towards us, it was probably the priest. It was none other than the glorious Pope Francis, amen. We all chanted in Latin, but to most of us, it was just gibberish. The time finally came to throw the flowers over the lowered casket. But instead of roses, we all threw in Microsoft electronic devices in honour of his most precious invention! Now that the ceremony was out of the way, the moment I was dreading arrived... I had to choose between Jeffy and Marky.