Cassie Ainsworth Novels & Stories

Claw said with a half-smirk painted onto his face. Cassie grinned, looking down at the table as she chomped. “I’m a vice-principal at a adjacent tall school, Candlewood,” she said. “I spend a part of time attempting to re- coordinate kids onto the right path.” “And how is that going?” Claw asked. Cassie flickered. It was something she hadn’t thought approximately. Any life past the modest universe of the office where they had illustriously fucked appeared like a far-off memory.

At least this was what in her thoughts that was going for a long time now as time passes by. Tears formed at the women eyes as her introduction line up and on beside her when a pop up and big characters appeared. When her introduction was invisible next to her, a pool of water appeared at the Sotiras and Heroes feet while Cassie kept crying but still stubbornly look at Kate, wanting to get an answer for her question that desperately needed a response immediately to calm her agitated heart right now. Name: Cassie Ver Age: 32 years old Status: Married Children: 8 kids, 1 college student

“I’m a chef by profession, a fitness coach, an entrepreneur, and, in case you don’t know, the CEO of CasRoe Wellness Center.” The words hung in the air, silencing both women. Angel blinked, checking her phone in disbelief. “You? But you look different in your videos. I’m not a fan of CasRoe, but some of my friends are.” Cassie shrugged. Angel looked like one of those people who could eat endlessly and remain impossibly thin. “Well, nature has favored you with a thin figure,” Cassie said lightly. “Now cook for Mom. Can’t you see she’s hungry?”

“This is yours, Arya. I should have given you this before now, but it totally slipped my mind.” Nine pairs of eyes zoned in on us, watching our exchange. Cassie Fletcher was a household name. Apart from being the spoiled last child of her wealthy parents, she was also a top model for high end brands. They were probably wondering how Cassie and I knew each other. I took the flowers from her and placed them on my lap, my face blank. I was in no mood to pretend to be happy that she was here when I knew she only wanted to cause trouble.

They sort of laughed sheepishly the way people do when technology outsmarts them. "Thank you so much," the mother said, throwing her bags into the room. She extended her hand and I shook it, "My name is Cassie and this is my daughter, Brittany." I reached over and shook Brittany's hand as well. Cassie was around 5'6 and around 120lbs, very slim for an older woman. Her hair was short and sort of chestnut colored and she had pretty brown eyes behind thick glasses. Her face was warm, her smile bright, and her skin relatively smooth and clear. Her body was very thin, with small, but perky breasts, and somewhat pointy joints. But she still had a feminine flair to her hips and a surprisingly big (

"I'm going to make it up to you, I promise. Maybe we can plan a proper girls' night soon, just the two of us." Cassie's face brightens immediately. "I'd love that." As we continue walking, I think about Maya and how welcoming she's been. "You're going to love Maya," I tell Cassie. "She's the assistant captain and the striker, and she's been so kind to me. She has this way of making everyone feel included, you know?" "She sounds wonderful," Cassie says, then gives me a pointed look. "But she's not replacing me as your best friend, right?"

Cassie probed as I rifled through my wardrobe for whatever remaining clothes had made the trip to London. “I don’t know. He keeps sending me mixed messages. He definitely enjoys the sex, but I’m not sure if he still sees me as just a possession. I don’t know,” I replied honestly. Cassie slipped into a floral skirt and long sleeved top, adding the extra cute factor with a pair of high heels I wouldn’t dream of wearing. In comparison to my go-to jeans and t-shirt, she was Malibu Barbie. A touch of makeup and a flick of her hair, and she looked ready to conquer the world. While I looked like I had spent the day doing housework.

“And we were just walking on the beach when this happened. Plenty of witnesses around to prove it. Now, onto the reason why I am here. Do you remember John Myles?” “I always hated that cocksucker,” Charlie says, nodding and looking down at the small pad of paper in his hands. “What about him?” Devin gestures his hand toward me, his smile a telling sign of his excitement that he is trying to hide. “This is my girlfriend, Cassie.”

She had met Jenny when their husbands attended a golf tournament together. Britney had in fact gone to UW with Jenny and I. She had gone into anthropology, and stayed in close contact through the years. Britney was extremely outgoing and bubbly, immediately taking charge of the conversation. She also kept dropping small hints about wanting to fuck me, though she was considerably subtler than Angela. Cassie was in her freshman year of college, following in her sister's footsteps. She seemed like the shiest of the three, understandable considering her young age. Bur she kept gently brushing her hand against my thigh and testing the physical boundaries.

“All of them.” Without hesitation, Cassie reached for the hem of her silky top and pulled it over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were perfect, high and round with pale pink nipples that were already pebbled tight, either from the cool air or from the thrill of the danger. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and let it pool at her feet, then stepped out of it. She was left in only a pair of sheer, black lace panties. “Those too,” Hugo breathed.