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Chapter 47

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I’ve never been so damn happy to be getting into my car. My cousin’s wedding was a

slawful, five hour long event that I was forced to attend because for some strange reason, she wanted me to be a bridesmaid one of eight bridesmaids.

Did I mention my cousin is a stripper?

She thought it would be adorable it all her bridesmaids looked like they’d just stepped off the damn stage. The only thing this wedding was missing was some stripper poles and dollars my our G strings the ones that are painfully obvious through our short, see–through shsses. Eve never had so many male eyeballs on me at one time, and I hope to never experience it again.

With a sigh, I turn the air on, already thinking about the bubble bath and new vibrator I’m gong to try out as soon as I get home. For the first time all day, I break out with a smile. I push away the voice in my head that says it’s fucking pathetic that I’m smiling about at vator when I should be going home to some actual, real cock. I’ve never had real cock, though, so what’s the harm in getting excited about a fake one?

That’s what I tell myself anyway as I pull out of the parking lot, leaving the last of the wedding reception guests fat, far behind. I’ve got a long drive ahead of me, so I blare the playlist I made last night to destress on the drive, knowing I’d be about at the end of my sope by the time the wedding was over,

I’m about halfway through my drive, trying like hell to figure out where I’m supposed to tun, and pissed because there’s no fucking cell service in whatever podunk town I’ve found

set in Right when I don’t think this day can get any worse, I hear the sound that every drer dreads a loud pop that has me swerving all over the damn road as I try to get my car under control.

“Backing hell!” I yell, palling over to the side.

The cat is eerily silent with the music no longer streaming and the engine turned off. There

sta damn streetlight around, and this place looks like something out of a horror novel. Making sure there isn’t anyone lurking about, at least not anyone that I can see, I turn my

ushlight app on and carefully get out of the car.

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At least the place should be dark. Maybe I can just sneak in and quietly ask the bartender for help without anyone noticing me. I take a deep bath and square my shoulders. Mustn’t let them smell fear after all. When I open the door and the loud music comes crashing to an eerily quiet halt, I see a crowd of very large men staring at me.

It’s dogs, you dumbass! I silently scream at my selt. Never let dogs smell fest!

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