Take me for a Freak. [Smutshots]

✦Break In

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"You're fired."

You stood in disbelief at what just came out of your manager's mouth, well, I guess I should say ex-manager.

"Huh?"

Your voice wavered and your eyes widened as your pupils shrink to small dots.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. We don't have the money to keep you." The shorter woman sighs and her frown deepens and creases the dimples on her cheeks before rushing into her office.

'Prick.'

You feel your eye twitch as you clench your jaw, the muscle flexing and you storm out of the building, the stiletto shoes you wear clicking against the sidewalk.

It was cold tonight and you had left your coat at home, not thinking it would be this cold.

Your teeth chatter and nasal-drip slides down to  settle in the dried creases between your lips.

You swipe your hand over your lip to clear the liquid away but stumble over your heel stuck in the metal grate over the subway system.

Stinging tears pool on your waterline, slipping your foot out of the stuck shoe and tossing the other into a bush with a short yell.

Even though your now previous job was in the city, it was in the outskirts and you have a nice house within walking distance from it.

It was appealing to the eye with a good amount of land but the house itself wasn't too big. It's not like you needed any guest rooms.

You step in front of the door and your shaky hands reach into your purse to pull the house keys from the pocket, frustrated at missing the keyhole multiple times.

The key finally slides into the lock and you twist it with haste as the familiar throbbing in between your legs grows worse by the second.

The door swings shut with the click of the automatic lock and you toss your blazer onto the couch as you rush into the bathroom to run the bath water.

The bathroom was probably the biggest room in the house with a tub raised off the ground by a step and a standing shower behind it, a vanity counter along the wall.

As it fills you drop a handful of epsom salt into the steamy water and light a vanilla scented candle on the counter; small unscented ones along the ledge where the soaps stood.

You flip the switch of the walk-in closet and sift through the hung clothes, gently tugging on a sheer black lingerie. One of the ones you sleep in.

You peel your clothes off and they drop to your feet. Standing nude in front of the mirror, you run your fingers down your body to your thighs with your nails along your skin as you retract your hands back.

Goosebumps rise on the smooth skin and you reach for a drawer next to the mirror, the box full of various sex toys.

Your fingers skim over to the pink dildo made with glitter. It wasn't too big but it also wasn't too small.