Right ok......#cough# never know what to say at these bits......ah script.....Bertie give it to me.....no not the porn movie script, the one next to it......oh Bertie you stupid bastard, why do I hire you to help me at the Brothel......well yes ok you did help me name it......oh shut up you slut......well we had to settle with "The BJ Brothel" cos it has our initials!
You know what Bertie? Fuck off we can talk about this later......right yes forgot you were there.....sorry what's that blonde-slut-in-a-leather-catsuit doing? I know you need to practise for our pole-dancing career but not here......yes hello sorry.....right this is my first story so far and Bertie (the whore) helped me so I'm warning you now......THERE IS SMUT!
This is my sick, twisted, yet cute fantasy i had which includes some of ma friends
Enjoy my sexy people!
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Chapter 1
I slowly opened my eyes to the sound of sizzling. Bacon. Damn i was hungry. No not hungry.... RAVENOUS!
Last night was a blur but at least i knew my surroundings- half empty glass bottles, clothes, a bottle of lube. Huh, wondered were that went. Good old Liam looking out for me. I smiled at the thought of my boyfriend who loved me dearly and who was obviously up at this ungodly hour. My poor Baby Liam, not able to drink alcohol. Im a bad boyfriend! I should have stayed sober for him! Then again.....i didnt drink as much as the others, not nearly as much.
I sighed and stood up from the bed and stumbled to the bathroom, not hungover i never get hungover just not fully awake. My feet padding on the cold floor i checked myself in the full length mirror. Good all things considered as my gaze flitted around my naked body. I wasnt as sexy as Liam but still i wasn't a bad specimen if i do say so myself- 19, dark hair, grey eyes, pale skin, short and cute with boyish features. Aha there it is i smiled triumphantly as i found the lovebite my boyfriend gave me, one of the few things i could remember for sure. Grinning i quickly put on a bathrobe a little too big for me and went into the massive living room. Man we must have been so drunk we gave the flat a hangover! Half-full vodka bottles, smashed plates, a broken flowerpot, food and booze everywhere.
I follwed the hypnotic smell of bacon, only to trip on something and fall flat on my face. Annoyed as i had also managed to smack my cheek on the edge of the table. I hated being so clumsy but it made Liam laugh so whatever makes him happy. I stood up and looked down. A small laugh escaped my mouth as i looked at Lucy cuddled up to Zayn his tattooed arm swept around her over the large blanket which im assuming used to be the curtains. I bet it was Lucy doing the Zapping last night. Naughty to be doing it in the living room as i reckoned i could still smell the sex in the air. Then again who was i to judge? Me and Liam had been PRETTY naughty in the past, so meh.
I walked into the kitchen of contemporary and homliness. It was a great kitchen really. Very well made. Then I saw the boy in the the shorts and shirt standing barefoot on the cool padding of the kitchen plating up food. My heart did flips and my head spun as he turned to me and smiled with perfect pink lips. His skin was an olive tan, his hair a deep warm brown, his eyes looked like melted chocolate and twice as appealing. I watched as he strode over to me, the muscles on his arms flexing making me shudder in arousal.
"Hey Josh sleep well?" he asked stroking me cheek with a soft cute tenderness.
"Yeah thanks to you" I replied with a wink and pulled him in to me, wrapping my lips around his, tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness of his breath. He retaliated, intertwining his mouth around mine. I pressed on making him moan in delightful anxiety. So I pulled away and pecked his nose teasingly.
