Lick Me Series 1 (Girlxintersex)

Chapter 2

Episode 2

3 days later...

Bethany POV

"I don't have anything to wear." I protested to Mala as I knocked on her already open room door, assuming she was already dressed for the 'interview' she had set up for me. Nothing about this was interesting, but it was for Mala. She tossed her costly iPhone onto the bed and dashed to her wall closet, which was stuffed with clothing.

"Here." She tossed an outfit into the air and I nearly collapses on my face to grab it.

"Here." She repeated herself as she launched what seems to be a neck-breaking heels. The rhinestone-covered straps offer immediate glitter to any ensemble, especially the one I was about to wear. The heel and front toe are encased in gleaming aurora leather. A 5-inch stiletto would give me the height I desired. I looked at the insole and noticed that it appeared to be padded with leather, offering support and comfort. Square-Toe Design, or any heels for that matter, were not my style, but they had a somewhat sophisticated and sassy flair to them.

I sighed as I eased the somewhat tight dress over my bust. I strained a little to put it over my breast, my body flailing around till the garment fell down, just finishing on my upper thighs.

I looked in the mirror; it didn't seem too horrible, but I wouldn't wear something that sleazy again.

"You look great?" She purred. She seated me in my chair and started working on my make-up right away.

The finishing touch was excellent. "You appear to be a slut."

My mouth opened in a gulp. I want to pull the outfit off and cancel the outing right away. "Don't be concerned; you're intended to appear like a total hooker."

"Here." She presented me with a golden clutch handbag. Which complemented the bodycon satin tiny dress. My fingertips ran down the fabric, which appeared to be made of smooth and soft shimmering satin. The plunging v-neckline and ruched design promises a great fit, if I were a little bit skinnier.

I had put on a little weight that I didn't think was going to the correct places, but this dress pushed everything up.

Mala and I walked to the rear of the fancy restaurant; everything here screamed riches, and with no money in my clutch bag, I doubt I'd be eating in comfort. What if they suddenly decide that I should pay for the dinner or that everyone should pay separately? That would be even worse.

The person we were scheduled to meet was already there, and she appeared to be distracted by her phone. Mala cleared her throat, she glanced around, and stood up.

Her tall stature towers above both Mala and myself. My mouth gaped open, unable to take my gaze away from her beauty. Aside from the fact that she screamed affluent, as her body was dressed in a pricey suit, perhaps running pass my tuition money. She yelled intimidation as her eyes pressed into my body, turning my legs jello.

Her hands wrapped Mala's petite waist and pulled her against her chest, and Mala seemed to say something, as her deep chuckle could be heard. Mala drew back from the hug and extended her hands to me.

"This is Bethany, the girl I mentioned, and this is Damon."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." I muttered, turning away slightly.

"Same."

As the night went, I would remark that the date was going horribly, despite the fact that Mala was present to push certain conversations and make them flow.

"How come your little virgin pal is so quiet?"

My lips made a narrow line. I'll say she's a jerk with style.

I felt something boiling in my gut as her dark eyes regarded me over the rim of the glass. Something about her gaze makes me want to go to the highest peaks and remain there. They glow brighter than any star because they are made of gold.

"Now come on, Damon. We spoke about it. You wanted a fresh female, and I have one for you."

"Experienced. Not like this." I could feel her gaze scrunching my body, and I felt insecure for the first time in my life. Every lady on campus desires my stunning physique. That's what several of the females claimed. But I don't think so.

"There's something about you." Her gaze drifted across to Malaysia, who laughed.

"Damon, I don't fuck women. She certainly does."

"She couldn't take the first few inches. Mala, I don't want a boring female in my bed, and I don't think you understand."

I laughed. "I bet you're not worth a crap." I stormed outside before she could speak another nonsense from her flawless mouth.

Gosh she's so damn lovely, she puts my partner to fucking shame. Speaking of which, I had to phone him. We established a nightly pattern in which we phoned each other.

"Where are you?" he inquired.

"Spending time with Mala." I made a point of forgetting the most crucial information about the 'interview,' which was not going so well. It wasn't something I expected to go well.

He gave out a raggy sigh, and I knew what was going to happen. He was going to chastise me for hanging out with Mala. Simply put, they don't get along, and that's great with me. I don't have to be concerned about them sleeping together.

"Did she make you hang out with her?"

Technically, she did; she floated the concept of having a sugar daddy in my head for three days, and the three days I got to grovel about it made me want to try it out, but not with Ms. Intimidating. But I can't afford to drop out of college before the end of the semester.

"Do you want me to come and get you?"

"It's all right, Zack; I just called on—"

The phone was suddenly snatched from my grasp. I turned to face the invader who had grabbed my phone. As I gazed at the towering figure, my nasty reply became lodged in my voice chord.

Her lips curved into a scowl. My gaze was drawn to her hands, which were clutching my worthless phone, which appeared to be a simple toy in the confines of her enormous hand.

"Please return it." My tone was kind and soothing. I imagined myself to be a snapping turtle. Where has my sternness gone?

She angled the phone's screen directly in front of my eyes. I could still hear Zack shouting for me, but her bold look kept me frozen. She then pressed the red hang up button.

I gasped as she slid my phone into the confines of her loose pants pocket.

"Listen, Ms. Virgin, you obviously don't know who I am. So allow me to share some information with you." My gaze was drawn to her gorgeous lips as she leaned in close. "Exactly, pay close attention to my lips." Those lovely lips have a grin on them. Her hand, which was holding a costly gold watch that matched her attire, stroked over my cheek. I took a step back from her.

"I will fuck your life up and lastly don't speak to me like I am one of your friends. Here's my phone number." She offered me a card, which I took carelessly between my fingers. She might order me to jump, and I'd inquire, 'off the cliff?'

"Call me; I anticipated you to be in my bed pretty soon." She remarked, "I felt her laying my phone between my bosoms." The screen's coolness pierced my flesh.

I sneered at her arrogance, which led her to believe I would ever sleep with her. This was merely a casual get-together.

"I'm not going to call you." I remarked, placing the card inside the bag's safety, that even if I won't call, I won't throw away the number either.

"Of course you will," She said as she walked away.