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A unison of murmured agreement went round and I straightened my back as I continued to speak. “To some of you, I may still be known as a party slut, or just a common slut. To some of you, I may be known as the child of the slut and gold digger who tried to latch her pregnancy on Red Moon pack's eligible bachelor turned council contestant. And to others who are just taking the time to know me for the first time, Hi again, I'm Katie, my last name, for now is just as irrelevant as the way I have been treated in this pack since the day I knew how to spell cruelty.”

Dozens of reactions and comments flood my phone and I read a few, Sandrakisme: What are you wearing gurlll💘💘 them lips be smokin' Jainleo&san: Your make-up is super flawless Jojo😭😭😭 We need another facial routine🤧🤧🤧 Charle4twix: What u say Jo😜😜😜, a thousand bucks for one night, I tip well🥵🥵🥵 I swing my gaze to the camera on the top of the screen and slap on a wide smile. Let's get this over with. “Hey! It's your girl Jojo from the KMJ Gone Girls and next week we're hosting The POAT #partyofalltimes on our beach house out here on the West Coast to celebrate our last year in high school,”

When I was relatively clean I pulled my halter-top back on and tied it loosely at the front. Tina approached me, took my hands in hers, and gazed naughtily into my eyes. "So Katie," she said. "The Phi-Kaps are having a pretty major bash next Saturday. We're looking for a few hot young sluts to 'entertain' the frat boys. I know you don't go to the college, but..." She raised an eyebrow and moved her hands up to my breasts. I giggled as I raised my arms, put my hands behind my head and stuck my chest out. "Do you think I've got what it takes to 'entertain' the men?" I asked seductively.

Yvonne smiled at her and continued, "I've already held back by not splashing water on your face." "How dare you?" Kayla gritted her teeth in fury. "What are you so smug about? You're just a bitch relying on a man! Who do you think you are? Miller Jewels will go down sooner or later; by then you'll just be a complete loser!" Kayla crossed her hands and said smugly, "Katie is an executive at Muguet, and I'm joining QT soon. You ugly bitch, you can't even hold a candle to us!"

she said, her tone was melodious,“... leave it to me, boss. Beautifying your baby girl is my pleasure.” She bowed to him.I was surprised when she grabbed my arm, dragging me out and towards a place. I looked back to see Jake smiling as he watched us leave.“Don’t worry about that big ol’ sugarplum. He would be waiting for you at the changing room. C’mon... let me fix ya right up” She said.... Katie was just too funny, there wasn’t a dulling moment with this beauty. She kept taking out gowns from an array, placing them into a cart. We discussed more and I got to know she was 28yrs old and she got a Frenchman for a fiancé. Her names are Katie Bourgeoisie Felix and she is from Paris.

But now, watching her with Katie, I realized maybe she didn’t need silence anymore. Maybe she needed joy. And I wanted to give her that too. I stepped forward, letting the floor creak under my feet. Her head turned, eyes catching mine like a magnet. “Hey,” she said softly. Katie looked up, grinned, and stood. “I’ll leave you two alone. Preggo needs to rest before we go baby shopping.” “Shopping?” I asked. She winked on her way out. “You’ll see.” Then it was just us.

The edge approached fast. "Pregnant! Oh fuck yes, pregnant! Knock me up naughty boy – give me your baby!" My blood froze in my veins. Katie wanted to get pregnant. She wanted me to knock her up. She wasn't going to let me pull out. She hadn't stopped posting on me – rather her hips didn't stop, rutting like a madwoman, trying to break me, trying to make me unleash everything where it counts. I shook – with anger, with fear, with... arousal? My hands seized her hips and still I couldn't stop them – no, my hands were pumping her all the harder! I forced her hips to slam against mine as her crazed eyes stared and her body raved against and above mine. I couldn't hold on. I couldn't and still I.