Playboy [BoyXBoy]

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I lowly gasped in anger, tearing myself away from Vic and reaching behind me.

"Hold my butt plug, I'm about to fuck this bitch up!"

However, before I had the chance to do anything, Vic grabbed me once again and held me against his firm chest, not letting me go. What about all the talk of how he would not stop himself form hitting her next time he sees her? Maybe he just did not want to embarass himself in front of his friend but, come on, this might be the only chance we get to see her again.

"Hey, sluts," Danielle greeted once she reached us, a sly grin on her face and her arms folded.

Although her actions were confident, she was here as a pet. I could tell from her revealing outfit, which consisted of only underwear (what I said about her needing a padded bra was still true), the ears which sat on top of her long hair, and the man trailing behind her. I had never seen him before, but he was tall, black, had one strange eye (which I quickly figured out he was missing, so I tried hard not to stare) and was strongly-built. Vic, however, seemed more familiar with him, judging by how his gaze lingered on the guy.

"Don't call me a slut!" I quickly retorted, not wanting to be obnoxiously loud to not draw too much attention to us, "Only Vic can do that."

"What name would you prefer then? 'Whore'? 'Cum dumpster'?" She sniggered evilly, acting as if what she said was so cool and smart. Ha! - bitch has another thing coming.

"Says the one who faked a pregnancy because she wasn't getting enough attention," I replied without hesitation, mocking her with a childish pout.

"At least I have a real man with me now," she turned to her man and clung onto his arm, as if to show that he was hers. Ew, what a slut. Her eyes did not leave mine as she spoke, "and you're still stuck with that pathetic excuse for an owner."

Before I could reply with something smart and witty, Vic chimed in from behind me, "Really, Fetty? Really? With all those pretty girls out there, you had to go for this Pretentious Papaya, who's gonna end up fùcking you over?"

"What can I say," the man spoke up in a deep voice, "she's got a fine ass."

"Good thing you don't prefer boobs, because then both of you would be pretty unlucky," I snapped with a passive-aggressive smirk, knowing that I hit a nerve.

"Take that back you fat fùck!" Danielle snarled.

"Don't call him fat, you boobless bitch!" Vic argued, protectively holding me even closer than before and I simply moulded into his body.

The redheaded girl grit her teeth and turned to 'Fetty'.

"You're supposed to tell him I'm not a 'boobless bitch'!" She hissed.

The guy scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, a sheepish smile on his face, "Well, I can't really argue with the truth..."

I placed my hand over my mouth and made an 'oooh' (along with a few people near us who were listening in), as I watched Danielle's face melt into surprise, anger and betrayal. She quickly pulled herself away from her man and glared at him in disbelief.

"You know what? I don't need you, I can get a better guy whenever I want!" She exclaimed, pointing a sharp finger in his direction, next she did the same to Vic and I. "I don't need you either and I certainly don't need you, rat!"

With those furious words she marched away, the attachable tail falling from her panties as she did so. The three of us (Vic, Fetty and I) watched with faint glee as the girl made her way across to the other side of the room, as far away from us as she could go.