Wendy Takes A Dip B Novels & Stories

Wendy was startled, her face flushing bright red as she quickly kicked him away. Benjamin was pushed away, moving a bit in the water. He looked down at his hand, confused. What had he just touched? Was it a sponge? It was so soft! Wendy quickly scrambled up the side of the pool and fled, her face still burning with embarrassment. Benjamin stood in the water, stunned for a moment, before finally climbing out. Back at the event, Caitlin and Sebastian had finished their second dance and were heading off the stage together. One of Sebastian’s staff approached Caitlin and informed her that Wendy had gotten into some trouble and needed her assistance.

I kept gulping it down, hoping I wouldn't drown. Master was still fucking her, though he sounded like he was reaching his terminus, grunting as he pounded into her tight ass. Hopefully the flood would end as soon as he stopped. I kept swallowing until I felt him go rigid, pumping his seed deep into her bottom. As I hoped, the flood ebbed and slowed to a trickle. There was dead silence in the room except for the sounds of people panting, trying to get enough air. Wendy asked, "Did I squirt again?"

"Wait here, my love. I'll get the necklace for you." Wendy watched his retreating figure, her eyes tracing every step until he disappeared from view. Rita rose as well, casting Wendy a glance that lingered—a mix of satisfaction and something suggestive. When everyone had left, Wendy finally loosened the grip of her clenched hand. Her nails had dug deep into her flesh, drawing tiny beads of blood. But it was as though she didn't feel the pain. Without a hint of hesitation, she stood up and walked out. Her phone screen glowed faintly, the notification still visible: [Underground parking lot.]

She stood up and gestured invitingly, "Shall we move to talk privately?" Carl followed her to the side. Meanwhile, the disgruntled Annie gave Wendy a meaningful look. Wendy linked arms with Renee and said, "Renee, I need to use the restroom. Would you mind coming with me?" Renee looked at her and replied, "Sure, why not?"

She whispered. “I think so, but we won’t be sure until after Wendy.” Everyone turned to face our friend, who was almost vibrating as she grabbed the lighter. I laughed as Micca stood and we swapped places. I had barely settled when Wendy was dripping the blood into the bowl in front of her. I grabbed her hands as she recited the words with me.

Rebecca’s frown deepened, she hated what was about to happen. “Not consenting to sexual advance is rape, and…” She was still speaking when Wendy cut her off. “Even a three years old kid knows that.” After being interrupted, she didn’t say a word, she kept quiet while the ropes around her were being loosed. The last rope was removed and Wendy took out a gun from her pocket, twirling it in front of her. “Don’t do anything stupid… Go into the bathroom, take a cold bath and put on the lingerie in there.” Wendy instructed.

Today she and Debbie had visited him, and Debbie had gone out to buy groceries, so Wendy decided to have a little picnic while working on her laptop, only that she'd fallen asleep after a while. “It’s fine. You didn't disturb me” Wendy attempted, struggling to sit up, slightly disorientated and extremely embarrassed that Damon had found her in the middle of the day, hot and filthy in nothing more than the skimpiest of shorts and a crop top, lying on a blanket with her eyes closed. "Where's Debbie?" he asked "Out buying groceries" she said.

“Lyon, listen to me. We need to leave. Now.” “But—” “No buts!” she snapped. “Do you want to go to jail? Do you want your name in the headlines as a murderer?” Lyon stared at her, lost, helpless. He dropped the crowbar, his hands shaking. “Come on,” Wendy said, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door. As they left, Wendy reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She snapped a quick photo of Lyon standing over James’ bloodied body. She smirked, sliding the phone back into her pocket.

Janeka said attempting not to force a grin knowing it would be Justin. Wendy chuckled when she saw her house. Home sweet home. All she wanted to do was to take a warm bath and go to bed since she couldn't recall what happened to her, but she was happy that she didn't get hurt or even get killed by whoever abducted her into the forest. Smiling, she walked into the house and dropped the bag on the couch before rushing into the bathroom. She stripped herself before she stepped into the bathtub. She inhaled the fragrance that hovered in the air, as she drowned herself in the tub.

Chapter 20 Wendy's POV I stopped to take a breather when I turned around the corner and waited another twenty minutes before getting out of my wet clothes and walking to City Hall. It was time to teach once more that Wendy Whitney Decodes was here. I stopped at the door of the Hall and looked down at my own shadow. In a dark posture, I stood up straight, wearing tight jeans and a crop top, and I damn near glowed. The room quieted, turning their gaze toward the door. I took a single step, then a double, and finally, a third step, finding myself inside. The sound of my heels echoed.