Greenborough - Lesbian Story

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THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES NOT SUITABLE FOR LITTLE BITCHES! Reader discretion is advised
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I felt delicious bubbles rise through my pelvis as my core tightened. The blankets covered my lower half, but it was obvious what was happening down there as my bare nipples hardened in the exposed air.

The dream that was previously fresh in my mind was now only a hazy memory so I let my mind roam. I bit my lip as lewd images swam in my head. I was surprised to find that they were all of women. All of whom had the same chocolate skin as Emerell.

My fingers explored deeper than they ever had before, and I had to bite my free hand to keep from letting out sounds that would be impossible to explain if I was discovered. Everything overflowed as the pleasure became too much. I moaned lightly into the pillow and rode the orgasm quietly.

Then a buzzer went off, and the red light next my door went off.

Master Greenborough.

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I had hurriedly dressed in a small red shirt and a pair of jeans. In the back of my head, I considered the possibility that my job would be over as quickly as it started. What if this was it? Could Miles's health have gotten bad enough that he might die tonight?

I had never thought what it would be like to watch an old man die, would it be painful to see? Would he beg for mercy? Would I be the same afterwards? What if it like, damaged my psyche and I was permanently institutionalized for the rest of my life?!

I made my way to the second floor; unfamiliar territory, but I would have to get used to it. The floor greatly resembled the floors below and above it, besides a notable lack of pictures on the wall. There were even huge squares of clean wallpaper where a photo had hung for many years before being taken down.

I tucked my curly brown hair behind my ear before it sprung back into my face. My hair was hopeless.

I passed room after room. Each door was open and the room emptied, bare like a recently packed house. Maybe they were renovating?

I found something extremely weird in how much rich people enjoyed space. Miles- Master Greenborough must have been able to roam these halls for hours before his health went bad. There were so many nooks and crannies that it seemed impossible to explore them all.

Maybe another day, I thought to myself as I reached the door I was looking for. Wires poked out of a crudely cut hole by the top of the door frame, then they shot off down the hall to a huge electrical port. That must be where all of his medical equipment is powered.

I knocked, and a grunt immediately responded. Taking that with a grain of salt, I opened the door to see the elusive Miles J. Greenborough.

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A/N
Heyyy, sorry for the short chapter. I recently published a new story! And there are already two chapters released :D MUCH WOW! Please check out "Supernatural Chicken Nuggets" for a good, spooky time.

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