“Mom! I need the car.” “Hun… I have rehearsals to run all weekend, I couldn’t lend japanese you the car even if I wanted to—which, really, I don’t. What’s going on with your morning shift?” “I’m not going. I quit. I quit for real this time,” Emily responded. She wasn’t the least bit concerned about her job—with its lousy customers and even lousier tips, she’d been looking for an excuse to quit for weeks. She tossed her apron across her unmade bed and untucked her collared work blouse. “Something big’s come up.” “Emily… ” The rest of her mother’s protest went unheard as Emily paced restlessly back and forth amid her messy room, scrolling through the rest of Chloe’s recent posts. Magical doll Himari? Really? REALLY? And of course, no one but me knows, Emily realized with a scowl. Last year at AnimeCon, Emily had, by chance, caught a glimpse of Chloe taking some uncharacteristically… sultry selfie shots. Chloe had been all gussied up in her Hera Victoria cosplay, but she’d unbuttoned the dress shirt within her pantsuit to tease an alarming amount of cleavage, pursed her lips into a pout, and even fluttered bedroom eyes at her phone for dozens of pictures. Considering the condescending, prim and proper image Chloe maintained, such un-Chloe -like conduct was utterly baffling. Behavior so blatantly out-of-character that it was sure to make big waves among their community of friends. Only—none of those pictures ever seemed to surface anywhere. Everyone seemed none the wiser regarding Chloe’s apparent lapse in disposition. That snotty girl’s Nibbler account, Chloe-Ravioli , was just that normal reblogging of radical feminist articles and social activist rhetoric. “Does CHLOE take sexy pictures? Emily… are you high?” A few innocuous questions dancing around the issue had revealed that even Brian was still in the dark. None of them had any idea. After all, who would’ve had the bitter tenacity to carefully browse through thousands of different selfies in the recent Nibbler feeds in search of that familiar Hera Victoria getup? Who could have possibly happened to finally find those pouty shots of Chloe, posted instead under an alias account, Miss-Anne-Dree? There, Emily found a gamut of downright sleazy cosplay and lingerie shots, subtly seductive smiles and attention-grabbing attire that had built cum Chloe an impressive base of nearly fifty thousand followers. Although resisting the urge to expose Chloe for an outrageous hypocrite was a challenge, Emily’s patience was constantly rewarded with more and more sexual snapshots into this secret slice of Chloe’s life; more potential ammunition to use against her. What she really hoped was for Chloe to carelessly prove somehow that she was cheating on Hardcore Brian. Something more than just risque, something decisive enough to really fuck the relationship over for good. Then, Emily could gleefully pile up all the evidence in japan front of Brian. But, suddenly getting a big ol’ heads up on what Chloe’s up to right now? That’s fine, too. She pulled up Brian on her phone, but then hesitated, her thumb hovering over the asian call icon. Better not. His hand slid to the front of her thighs. “Fun game?” she asked. HANG THE HEAVY ONES FIRST SO I CAN REALLY FEEL THEIR WEIGHT PULLING japanese ON MY NIPPLES," she gasped as Crowbar clipped the 12 oz. The noise came from one of the classrooms. “You like getting fucked by me?” “What could it possibly be? Once Hardcore I got to my bedroom door, I stopped and hope that sounds in the waistband of my panties and slid them down to my thighs that I left and dropped my feet and stepped out of them. Now let me take a moment to talk about Wendy, because when she isn't about to end life as we know it, she really is a sweet girl. 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