Cindy opens the door letting the brunette in…When she enters there is a chair in the middle of the floor with light beaming in front of it…She sits down admiring the fireplace that lit the room that night…Cindy walked over to the mantel and played a song…The song was slow and very seductive…Cindy opened her pick robe revealing her bare ***** and a see through silk pink thong…You could see her thick pie that shaped the front of her thong…Cindy dropped the robe to the floor and begin dancing to the music…She bounced back and forth rotating her body …She turned around letting the brunette see her bottom…She bent over so Bette can get a closer look at the thickness of her pie that peered through the silk…She flapped her butt cheeks back and forth making it clap…Bette moaned to the sound of them…Cindy laughed and turned around…She walked over to Bette lifting her leg into her lap…

Cindy: how do you want it?…

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Cindy’s house…Next morning…

Bette sat at the end of the king size bed smoking a marlboro red…She inhaled the smoke releasing the toxic fumes into her mouth…She exhaled the remainder smoke before suddenly putting it out smashing it into the bottom of the glass ash tray…She made her way through the bedroom tripping over her own shoes trying to put her clothes back on…She took another look at Cindy knowing that it would be the last time that she would see her again…

She made her way out the house to her car…Once inside reality hit…She thought of her past and how long she’d been jumping from bed to bed…She didn’t like the thought of leaving women empty handed but she had a trust issue…Her heart was sensitive and her brain was too…She tried not to let the two interfere with one another because it’s too hard to bare…She started the car and spead off down the street…She arrived home to her beautiful house with no one to share her happyness with…She opened the door to the smell of old trash that swarmed the room…She was disgusted and closed the door…She attended to the nasty trash changing the bag and throwing the old one away…

After a hot shower and a fresh change of clothes…Bette went into the living room and sat down in front of her big screen tv…She never understood why she had bought it because she was never there to enjoy it…She was always out and about looking for a different woman to fullfill her that night…Bette was always in control and never liked being controlled…She had hidden behind this image of being ms. Perfect and she used this excuse as the reason for surviving so long and graduating with honors from New York University…She was used to doing everything on her own without much help from others…Well except for *****…Every one loves ***** and that kept her moving for the moment…But the next day she would pay for it through guilt…