The Plumber: Part One

Elsa Jean's finally alone. Daddy's gone, and she needs dick. Her usual boys are tied up with band practice or football, so she starts working every angle. Calls the old man, tells him the pipes are backed up, needs a plumber right now. If he knew what she meant by cleaning, he'd lose his shit. Lily Cade shows up to the door. Elsa answers wearing next to nothing. Garter, lace, the works. Lily clocks it immediately. Elsa's not subtle about her problem, either. Says the pipes are leaking bad, needs them fixed right away. Goes down on all fours under the sink, playing the part. But Lily can feel her, moving behind. Touching herself. Waiting. Lily plays dumb for a minute, then gets it. Turns around. Drops to her knees. Starts working Elsa open with her fingers, three deep, and Elsa's dripping down her wrist. She lifts her onto the counter, eats her out hard until Elsa's shaking and coming all over her mouth. Lily tells her to turn around. Pulls off her tank top, wraps it around Elsa's throat, loops her belt around her waist, pulling tight. Takes full control. The kind that leaves marks. She's not done.