The Heart System

Chapter 952: Chapter 952

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Then, with a smile, I left the room and closed the door. Carrie would be here any second now, and I was ready. Pleasure skill was at eighty. Luck was a little higher too, maybe I could hit those Critical Successes more often now.

Kayla walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway. When she saw me she stopped mid-step and met my eyes.

"Oh my god, you scared me."

"Sorry," I said. "Why so jumpy?"

"Mik." She exhaled. "She keeps following me and rubbing herself on my legs. I just took a shower! I was running away from her."

"Oh, she’s clean. Tessa is..."

Mik, speak of the devil, came padding in from the living room and immediately rubbed herself against Kayla’s legs. Her fur clung to her pants. Kayla groaned, rubbed the back of her head, then crouched down and scratched the cat between the ears before looking up at me.

"At least she isn’t an ant, huh?"

I chuckled. "Yeah. Instead of an ant infestation we have a Mik infestation. She knocks over any glass she can find and shreds the curtains."

"I think I still prefer Mik."

"Yeah, well that’s def..."

A knock sounded at the front door. I stopped talking and headed toward it. Jasmine and Nala were still in the master bedroom getting ready. Tessa was still in the shower. Minne was in her room, also getting ready.

I opened the door.

Carrie Beldenwary stood there wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a hat so she wouldn’t be recognized. She stepped inside.

Alright... 150,000 EXP.

"Hey," I said. "You’re late."

"Yeah... sorry."

She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged every soft curve; sleeveless, the neckline dipping just low enough to show the upper swell of her breasts, the fabric clinging to her waist and hips before ending mid-thigh. Her jacket was folded over one arm. Even with the disguise, she looked expensive and deliberately put-together.

I slid my hand down the back of her dress and squeezed her ass, then moved lower. My fingers found the cold, hard outline of the buttplug she was wearing.

"Good girl. You listened."

A faint flush crept up her neck above the mask. "Yeah..."

Carrie reached up and pulled the mask off, then the sunglasses and hat. She set them on the side table by the door along with her jacket. Without the disguise she looked exactly like herself... mature, composed, and already a little flushed from the way my hand had checked the plug.

The master bedroom door opened. Jasmine and Nala stepped out first.

Both of them were naked except for matching black garter belts that framed their hips and the tops of their thighs. Jasmine’s dark skin looked smooth under the hallway light; her full breasts sat high, nipples already tight. Nala stood beside her, equally bare, the garter straps cutting clean lines against her darker skin, soft stomach and thick thighs on full display. Neither of them made any move to cover up.

Jasmine crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts up a little higher, and looked Carrie over with a dry smile.

"Carrie Beldenwary. I guess it’s an honor to see you here."

The sarcasm was obvious. Carrie simply nodded once. Nala stayed quiet, watching.

A few moments later Kim came out of the hallway. She never took her eyes off Carrie the entire walk. She was wearing a dark gray dress that was almost indecent, thin straps, a deep neckline that showed most of her cleavage, the hem stopping high on her thighs. It clung to every curve.

Kim stopped a few feet away and exhaled.

"So you came."

I glanced at Carrie. "I know you already did, but apologize to her again."

Carrie turned fully toward Kim, voice steady. "I’m sorry. For everything that happened with Tom... and for what I put you through."

Kim rubbed the back of her neck, looking away for a second. "Whatever."

Kayla appeared from the hallway next. She had on a blue tank top so short that the soft undersides of her breasts were clearly visible, and a pair of tiny shorts that barely covered anything. When she saw Carrie her eyebrows went up.

"Wow. Carrie Beldenwary... in that dress."

The bathroom door opened and Tessa stepped out, completely naked and still wet from the shower, a white towel loosely wrapped around her body and already slipping. She took in the whole group, then shrugged with a crooked grin.

"Well, I don’t have any special outfit for ya, cowboy. Just me and my nakedness... oh. Carrie. Wow, you actually came, huh? Horny bitch."

Carrie didn’t answer. She just stood there, cheeks faintly pink, that flush spreading down her throat like she could feel it happening and hated how much she liked it.

I smacked her ass one more time, hard enough to make her flinch, not hard enough to hurt, and then I nodded at her.

"Get out of that dress for now."

She reached behind herself for the zipper, and the sound of it coming down was the loudest thing in the room. The dress loosened, slid off her shoulders, pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of it and stood there in nothing but her underwear, arms half-lifted like she wanted to cover something, then deciding not to.

God damn.

Huge, saggy tits, hanging heavy with the weight of her, the kind that swung when she moved and made you want to put your mouth on them just to feel how much there was. Soft belly, no apology in it. Chubby in all the right places, thick hips, thick thighs, an ass that had no business being in those panties. She had that MILF aura, the whole package, the kind of body that made a man forget what he was supposed to be doing.

She was watching my face while I looked at her. Waiting for the verdict.

I grabbed her ass again, both hands, pulled her in until her soft belly pressed against me. Then I dragged my fingers down the crack, slow, and let my fingertip find her rim, circling it, barely pressing.

Carrie moaned. Long and low and completely unguarded, her head dropping back a little.

"What a naughty girl," Tessa said.

Carrie’s flush went all the way to her chest.

Finally Minne came out of her room. She was wearing her usual skimpy maid outfit, black micro-dress that barely covered her ass, white frilled apron, thigh-high stockings, and the little headpiece. She stopped at the edge of the living room and simply stood there, hands clasped in front of her, waiting.

I looked around at all of them, naked, half-naked, dressed to kill, and clapped my hands once.

"So, girls. Wine?"

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