Mischief

Kelly did not want to end up alone. It was bad enough that she has missed Rafe and she could only guess where he was…

But she did not want to sit alone in the nook of her house with her books. She was still dressed hot enough for a night out so she went back out. Returned to the bar where she had been not stalking, but rather looking for Rafe. She was sure that Oscar was gone by now and if he was still there then he had seen her already for the night.

Oscar was not there, but there was another man of his ilk sitting in the chair he had sat in hours earlier smoking a cigar. Kelly walked over to him, stood for a while and looked at him.

“Do you have another?” she said, letting her leg touch his.

He handed her one, and she sat on his lap.

“How much?” he said, putting his arms around her waist.

“I’m not a working girl,” she smirked, feeling a bit of mischief. “But we can role play that if you like.”

“Even better.”

Kelly went home with him, she still felt so cold inside. Even though she was with someone. He could not keep his hands off of her, she had to admit that he did know what he was doing and she got in the mood pretty quickly.

“You look sad,” he said, slipping his hand under her dress which she pulled up completely. His eyes widened as he touched her. She was not wearing any underwear.

She never did. 

It surprised her that he was sober enough to notice her mood. She was sad, she was not alone, but she was still sad.

And cold inside.

He took her hand while he still finger fucked her and they spread their bodies over his large bed. It was nice really, it felt good mechanically. Kelly came because he was good at it.

But inside of her was cold, like a corpse or a vampire.

In the morning she was still in his bed. She had been too lazy to leave.

Kelly did not care if he was there or not in the dim room with the blackout shades. She just sunk into his bed all the more, reached for her phone and texted Rafe photos of her post sex. To let him see what he had missed and to let him know she was not just sitting around waiting for him.

That was the real game she was playing last night.

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