| Coming back from meeting a mysterious contact which turned out to be a no-show, Corona returns home to her apartment. Her mood had soured. She had exercised utmost caution since her arrival at the arranged meeting place. Everything about it gave her the creeps. She lets out a heavy sigh as she closes the front door after having stepped in, glad to be safe at home. The whole affair had her on edge, and perhaps it wasn’t the wisest of her to have even gone. Just as she thought her troubles were over, she heard the sound of rustling coming from deeper in the home. Her body tenses up as she quickly turns towards the noise. A dim light could be seen coming from her bedroom which she doesn’t remember leaving on, and it urges at her to investigate. The door was open just a crack, and she could continue hearing light shuffling sounds coming from within. She moves towards it slowly, kicking off her boots, creeping along the short hall, opting not to turn on the nearby floor-standing lamp by the living space like she usually does. Her socked feet made less noise than they would have if she had forgotten to take off her boots, but the faintest of sounds from the floorboards beneath her feet were unavoidable. She quietly draws a length of chain from the sleeve of her loose-fitting sweater of dress-like length. Her own staggered breath were too loud to bear. With a gentle push, the door would open. Corona stood incredulous as she meets the gaze of a sitting figure atop her bed. No, sitting isn’t entirely accurate. It was a slinky lying position propped up to face the doorway, a flattering display of one’s proud body. “Hii~!” the girl called out in a cheerful voice. There was a confidence in her voice a well as a pleasant controlled quality to the timbre. She was wearing a provocative skimpy pink babydoll that glides effortlessly upon her skin. The hem-line guides the eyes from the breasts down the bare abdomen, past the belly button, past the hips, to the thighs and back. She puts on a seductive, if just a bit forceful expression as she attempts to lure Corona with her gaze. Her long hair was tied very low and to the side with a very disheveled-looking style such that it flowed around her face in just the right sort of way, with gentle curves that sit atop her nose and cheeks. “Na-!” Corona was speechless. She reached for her handgun, but found that it was not there. That’s right. She would have brought it along with her if she had found it. It was noticeably missing when she looked for it before heading out. She instinctively looked towards the drawer beside her bed where she usually put it away. “Looking for your gun? I’ve hidden it,” said the young seductress. “I thought you might be quick to lose your temper, so I took it,” she adds with a mischievous grin. Her eyes were both playful and challenging. She ran her fingers through the bedsheets as she awaited a response. “Wha- How the hell did you get in!? What the hell’s going on Aurora!?” Corona barked as she approached, holding out her chain prominently and aggressively in her hands. “Eh~? You’re acting so distant. I told you, you can call me Rory,” she said with a devious smile. “Getting in was easy!” she boasts. “I simply hacked the front door. It was cakewalk!” she explained, turning her gaze, and tilting her head slightly to the side, while throwing her hand in the air dismissively. Corona looked greatly displeased. It was obvious when she furrows her brows. She brings her palm to her face and exhales deeply in an effort to calm herself down. The girl before her, Aurora Malik wasn’t exactly dangerous, but rather, she was very capable and a bit obsessive. “I couldn’t find my gun earlier tonight. Could that possibly be because of you?” Looking to not push her amusement too far, Aurora employs greater care in the direction of her dialogue. “Yeah, um, I didn’t mean to steal or anything. Look, it’s right here,” she says, uncovering a nearby pillow to reveal the handgun. “I just didn’t want to get shot when you return to find me.” “You knew I was going to go out?” “Yeah, I arranged for you to go out so that I could prepare, ah- please don’t hit me! It was just a joke! It was just a prank!” Without her realizing it, Corona had her arm up, ready to strike. When she comes to, she quickly brought it down and took a few steps back until she was leaning against the wall. This was crazy. She had went out and gotten spooked for nothing. Rory must be insane! she thought to herself. She felt so confused. Suddenly, she felt a set of slender fingers come to a caress upon her cheeks. Startled, she shirks away from the spidery vessel of temptation. She comes face to face with a wide-eyed Aurora whose manner of dress made every subtle alluring movement seem deliberate, as the dainty fabric of the lingerie accentuate her movement as well as the curves of her body. She knows fully well that she is an attractive girl. She is also very skillful in exploiting this perk. As she slyly creeped closer, Corona couldn’t help but start looking a bit uncomfortable as Aurora’s pneumatic yet slender figure encroached on her personal space. It was difficult to breath, and whatever she could draw in smelt of Aurora’s alluring natural fragrance. To escape this stifling predicament, Corona retreats to the living room, quickly turning on the floor-standing lamp, and then dropping herself down onto the couch, covering her face with her hands as if to shut the world out. Rory sure knows what she’s doing. Aurora leaned over the back of the couch to wrap her arms around Corona, gently nuzzling the back of her neck to largely no response. Her flowing hair brushed against the bare section of Corona’s shoulders which are exposed from the boat neck of her sweater. She turns her head towards Corona’s face, while resting her cheek on Corona’s shoulder. Some of her flowing hair slip in under the fabric of the sweater. With a sultry voice, almost as quiet as a whisper, she asks, “Shall we have our very own endless eight... or perhaps, if you’d prefer, a lullaby of open eyes?” |
| Corona turns her head to meet face to face with Rory’s, who has leaned in a bit too close for comfort. Even Rory’s smell which flooded around her seemed to be working their magic. It was stuffy, but not exactly in a bad sort of way. “Rory, look. I don’t think we should be doing this. I um, I’m not exactly comfortable with how strongly you’re coming on to me.” “Ehh~?” Rory offered in mock-protest. That didn’t exactly stop her though. She continues her advances. She presses her lips against the Corona’s neck and drags it smoothly down the surface, coaxing a subdued shudder from her victim. Watching Corona attempt to hide her body’s reactions only delighted her more. As she presses her face against Corona’s neck, she could feel the pulse pumping clearly and strongly, racing. Her hands creep down Corona’s body and towards her thighs. At that moment, Corona quickly swatted Rory’s hands away. There was something she had to protect from predatory gazes. |
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