Cassie Ainsworth Skins Novels & Stories

Cassie didn’t need anyone to tell her that she was looking at Sapphire. She had smooth ivory skin which was marked only by a few tattoos that were poking out of her outfit. She wore a large coat which could have been okay with the walls of Tech Town but was probably not the smartest outfit choice considering the weather outside. Her brown eyes were the same light shade as her hair and both hair and eyes looked absolutely wild. Her crimson nails appeared badly chipped and chewed. She crossed her arms under her bust and frowned at Cassie. “Where is he?!” She snarled.

He personally saw to Cassie's dress but had left Coral in the hands of Cal. Cassie had no backbone or shame. She was willing to be humiliated for money but somehow in his eyes Coral was worse than her? Was it because Coral defended herself? Was it because he'd have a harder time controlling her?! A twinkle of excitement filled Coral in that moment. Cassie - whoever she was - would come in later and be rejected at the door. No one would answer, and even if they did - if their reception was even half as unwelcoming as how they'd approached Coral, it must be enough to shame her.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m fine, Mom.” I smiled—really smiled this time. Before I could respond, a familiar voice cut in—loud, impossible to ignore. “Why are you two hiding out here instead of dancing?” Cassie. I turned just in time to see her strutting toward us like she owned the place. She was wearing tight short shirt that hugged her perfectly, paired with a crop top that showed just enough skin to turn heads as she walked past. And judging by the way a few guys openly stared, it was working.

The howling mountain wind tore through the ravine, carrying a freezing mist that clung to the skin like a shroud of wet ash. Outside the safehouse, the dense canopy of pine trees whipped violently against the gray sky, bending as if bowing to the massive diesel engine rumbling up the narrow access road. Headlights cut through the swirling fog, two twin beams of harsh, artificial white slashing across the timber walls before the heavy silhouette of an armored tactical personnel carrier ground to a halt fifty yards from the cabin.

I introduced Ava to her. “Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Cassie Millans; it's a pleasure to meet Joshua's friends,” she said with a friendly smile, extending her hand to Ava. My friend studied her first with her gaze, looking her up and down without shamelessness to see if she could be trusted. Cassie Millans was a young and beautiful woman, neither fat nor thin, with tanned skin color more like Latina and straight brown hair with light tips. She had a good aura of someone who had her feet well-placed on the ground and who knew what she wanted from life.

Everything was for her. And then there he was. Cassian stood shirtless, his body a map of power—defined chest, lean muscle, a line of ink that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. He held a leash in one hand. The other held a camera. “You’re late,” he said. She wasn’t, but she didn’t argue. She let the coat fall from her shoulders and stepped forward completely naked, the plug glinting under the light. Cassian’s lips twitched.

I was panting when I reached the end of the corridor and opened the door leading to the basement. Lalaine is the epitome of a beautiful woman. She looked gorgeous in her black sleeveless dress, moving fluidly as she ran to Sky, an unmistakable personality of an elite and a classy woman. With her, Sky didn’t need to get drunk to look at her with desire and… love.

Cassie arrived at the Slippery Pole at five sharp. Prepared for her shift in her sexy black honeypot dress and a comfortable pair of gold flats, she sashayed into the club. The bruise on her thigh didn't need to be covered with makeup, because the dress was just long enough. As she sat counting her float, Jenna approached. "We need to talk." "Sure," Cassie said. "What's up?" "You took off before I could tell you about Monday nights."

CASSIE "I can't believe you're doing this," Jeanne said over the phone as I paced at the airport to keep myself warm, "I know I've dragged you into a number of crazy things, but this has to be the craziest." I let out a breath, "Tell me about it. I don't even know anything about him except from his name. What if he doesn't show up?" "Then you'll tell everyone the plane crashed and your husband was lost in the accident."

Once the cock was out of her mouth, Cassie used her hands to clean as much jism as she could off her face and wiped it on her perky tîts. Cassie's lipstick and mascara were now smeared. She no longer looked like a movie star, but she did look like a p**n star. Lisa looked over her shoulder and saw Andre stepping in front of Cassie. Lisa knew she was behind and had to catch up. She deepthroated the cóck on her left, pushing her nose forward until it was buried in a nest of light brown pubic hair. She withdrew the cóck from her mouth and powerful streams of cûm sprayed at her face, hitting her lips.