Poppy Playtime Ocs Novels & Stories

“We were going to order food anyway.” “Great.” I force a smile and stab my fork into the pasta. The bar gets more and more crowded as the minutes tick by, but, thankfully, the burger and fries that both Mason and Jacob ordered come out quickly. Poppy is on her second drink by now, and she keeps touching Mason’s arm. I don’t know if I should admire her for being so brazen or trade out her gin and tonic for a water when she’s not looking. She has a horse show in the morning as well and, while I’m sure she has everything already packed and has grooms that will load up her horses for her, no one wants to show horses hung over. Hell, no one wants to do anything hung over.

I just ignore her calls and go about my day, I don’t have time for the bullshit. I heard that Poppie got fired from the temp agency. Word on the street is that she’s been hanging out with Marcus having these ’play parties ’cause she needs money. I also heard she may be strung out as well. If that is true, I really need to find her because she needs to get clean in order to work. It was early in the morning by the time I reached Poppie’s apartment. If she ain’t got a job, then she should be at home, I thought. I walked up the steps and rang her doorbell. I could hear her coming down the stairs to open the door.

“Don’t be so sensitive. I’m just teasing you. Of course, I want to hear it. Unless you’re going to tell me that Kayla was promoted, or worse, got herself a billionaire or something.” “Ew, no!” Poppy replied. “She can kiss my ass. I couldn’t care less. Anyway…so, do you remember that pop rock band we watched at Coachella a couple of years ago with the cute bass player and the hot singer?” she asks, her voice way too excited for me to keep up.

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One in particular was Poppy, an eighteen year old Senior. She had chosen this of all days to dress for the gym, not the woods. She had on skin-tight bike shorts and one of those athletic tops we are all supposed to pretend isn't just a bra. Her outfit distinctly highlighted a figure, which while it had not fleshed out yet like Wendy's had, was well on its way.

I shot back, amused. "This girl, really... I just wanted to ask if you’d like to have lunch with me. Is that okay?" "Oh? For the first time, huh? You’re treating me?" "Obviously! It’s already noon, come on." "Tsk! Wait, let me finish this first." Ever since I started online selling, Charlie had been one of my most frequent customers. When we finally got to talk, I realized he was light-hearted, funny, someone who could make me forget my worries for a while.

Jack arched his back for more friction. "It’s okay Jack. It’s okay. Relax". Oscar was whispering comfort words in his ear while moving his hands up and down at a firm pace. Jack was pinching his own nipples trying to chase his high. "Haaa". He thurst his hips in synchronizing with Oscar's movement. "Close"? He softly probed before fastening his pace. "Mmnnnnnn". Jack moaned as the pressure was building up. "Let it go. Come on". Oscar whispered and that was all Jack needed. He spurted his entire load on his thighs and sweats that were hanging below his hips. "That’s it..." Oscar didn’t stop his hand until he felt Jack relaxed and enjoyed his orgasm.

“Okay fine!. What are we betting on?” Lucy beamed. “By the end of this week... you’ll come face to face with Prince Andrei and you’ll be speechless.” “Hmmn…I can see you losing”. Anna grinned. “How much?”. “Two thousand.” Lucy replied. “Game on.” Anna said and they shook hands.

It didn’t take long for Owen to come jogging to his office with a laptop tucked under one arm. “I have good news and bad news.” Owen plopped the laptop in front of Malcom and opened the screen. He pressed a few buttons and the security feed from Poppy’s room popped up on the screen. Malcom watched as Melissa came in and he left. A few minutes went by then, Poppy began to move.

Nick mocked and I glared at him. “What’s popcorn, Aiv? Do we have to throw popcorn in the air and eat it? Will it pop in the air?” Cherry giggled. “No, Cherry. Let me explain how you play it,” I tucked my hair behind my ears and clasped my hands together. “One of us will be the popcorn and that person will have to curl up on the trampoline mat, holding his/her knees to his/her chest. Then, the other players will try to “pop the popcorn” by bouncing either on their knees or cautiously on their feet. And when the popcorn “pops” by letting go of his/her knees, the popcorn will exchange places with one of the other players. Got it, Cherry?” I explained and asked if our little sister understood t