Eh... Why not.

You finish your breakfast and take a quick shower, kissing Esme on your way out after she gives you directions to Janice's place.

You head there with a brisk pace, package under one arm, savouring the early morning air.

Apparently she stays in a run down condo a little ways off the campus; You enter the building and climb the stairs all the way to the seventh floor, walking past a clique of wannabe teenage gangsters who shoot you dubious looks and countless doors from which you hear screaming, crying babies and... Yep, moans. The naked push up kind of moans.

You finally arrive at your destination, and knock on the iron door barely hanging by the hinges from the cracked concrete.

No answer.

You knock again, grazing your knuckles on the rusty surface.

"What the fuck do you- Liam?" Her muffled voice coming from under the door, followed by the rattling of several locks.

Janice greets you in a tight fitting, neon yellow tank top with a black biohazard print, and stained white panties; "The fuck are you doin' here, dork?" She blurts out, scratching the back of her head.

Charming as always.

You lift the package in your hands,

"Oh, that. Thanks, I guess..." She takes it from you, and a moment of uneasy silence hangs between you two; "...Wanna come in? I've got some tea brewing."

Even if you just had breakfast, you can't deny you're kinda curious about what her place looks like.

"Yeah, sure." You say, stepping inside.

Glancing around, your first impression is that someone packed a IED with art supplies and set it off in the room: everywhere you look there are various painting implements, cups filled with colored water, sketched notebooks surrounded by crumpled papers, and paintings of course.

So many paintings...

"Wipe that surprised look off your face, will ya?" She grunts

"S-sorry... I never thought..."

"What? That I might have other interests other than being an all around bitch and tormenting poor suckers like you?" She growls.

You switch mental gears, knowing full well that showing weakness in front of her is a no-go.

"No, I mean... Look at that, is that your actual signature? Im surprised." You point at the corner of one of her works, "You can actually write, who could have thought..." You flash her your patented smug grin.

She looks torn between a scowl and a smirk, settling for an amused caustic glare; "How do you want your tea, shithead? Sugar, cream, cyanide, maybe a sprinkle of asbestos..."

"None of that fancy stuff; rat poison will do just fine, thank you."

While she rinses off a pair of mugs in the sink, you give a better look at the artwork. A piece in particular catches your attention: it depicts a girl wearing a yellow raincoat hunched over in an alley, puking dead butterflies that pool at her feet; a heart shaped balloon covered with words like TAINT and ROTTEN hangs in the air above, tied like a noose to her neck by a thread of red yarn. Outside the alley, passersby ignore her, faces covered with broken smiling masks than leak a deep black fluid on their fine clothes.

That's... Impressive.

Beautiful, in a sad, fucked up kind of way.

But so is Janice, I guess.

Most of her other works that you can see follow a similar baroque and oniric vein, there are a few exceptions, mostly various portraits and landscapes...

"For real though, these are really something..."

" Whatever you say..." She dismisses your praise, "You still want the tea or what?"

You turn and join her at the ramshackle table in the corner of the room, also cluttered with paint tubes, brushes and so on.

"Your lip is healing nicely. I don't know if I like that..." she says, passing you a steaming mug from behind.

"Ah. You try that shit again and I'm socking you in the gut, girl or not."

"Mmh, is that a promise, fuckboy?" She taunts, taking a seat.

Don't take the bait, Liam.

"Can we skip the whole taunting and prodding business, please?"

"Boring..." She snorts.

"I wanted to ask you someth-" You stop on your tracks as Janice props her feet on the wobbly table, soles streaked with smudges of paint.

"Oh yes... these always work on you, don't they?" She wiggles her toes, smirking smugly.

"Come on. Can we just talk? Like, you know, normal people do?" You plea.

"I dunno, can we? Because right now you seem so distracted..." She strokes them together.

"I just wanna ask you something for fuck's sake."

"Is that what you want? Because right now, I think all you really wanna do is stick your dick between my feet and start pumping." She mimics to thrust her hips while looking straight in your eyes.

You scoff...

Damn you Janice.

Damn your dirty mouth, your devilishly pretty face and your... really enticing offer.

Godsdammit.

"Tell you what: I'll listen to whatever crap you have to say for as long as you can last, deal?"

I could just say no...

But where's the fun in that?

"...Fine."

Janice's smirk widens, "Well, what are you waiting for? Whip out that dick, you perv."

How am I the fucking perv in this?

You stand up and unzip your jeans, fishing out your stiffening pecker.

She stretches her legs towards your crotch, running her toe along the lenght of your rod.

"So, You where saying..." She prods, rubbing it against your stomach with her sole.

"Ah... yes. I-Uhm..." You swallow, " So... Esme wants to go for a trip, for Spring Break, and we where wondering if-" she deftly shifts the grip on your manhood, stroking it against one sole with her toes.

"A trip? Sounds fun. To where?" She asks, amused, still maintaining eye contact.

"I don't... She said south. That's it. So, you wanna come with?" You pant, gripping the edge of the table as she arches her soles around your member, pumping up and down.

"Mmh... I dunno, south is a pretty vague place... How are we getting there? And who's coming, besides you two lovebirds?" She can barely keep a straight face at this point, biting her lip to mask her shit eating grin.

"Uhm... Mei, and... I still, damn... I still have to ask a couple more -huff- people." You stammer,

"So its gonna be what? Six of us? Sounds a little crowded for my tastes." She doubles down her efforts,

"Listen I- I... Ugh." Your dick finishes before you do, spraying its load over her soles.

"Time's up chump." She retracts her legs, flashing you a winning smirk.

"So?"

"So what?" She feigns ignorance,

"Are you in?"

"I'm still not convinced..." She draws out the words, lazily sliding her hand down her belly,

Oh, I know where this is going...

You kneel in front of her, tossing away your shirt.

"Come on. Whatever you're about to say, It's gonna end with me sucking your dick, isn't it?"

She stops, arching her brow,

"Way to ruin the mood... now I'm not doing it." Janice pouts, resting her hands on her knees while looking down on you.

Ah. I know you. You want me to beg, don't you?

Well, think again.

Two can play the taunting game...

"Ah, right. Almost forgot you can't get hard without some kind of abusive gimmick..." You click your tongue, mocking a disappointed grimace.

"You shut your trap. Unlike a certain footfucker I know, my dick works just fine." She growls,

"It's okay, happens to the best of us..." You say with a **** reassuring tone.

With a snarl Janice grabs the back of your head and shoves your face in her crotch, where a slowly sprouting bulge inflates the fabric of her panties; She rubs your face forcefully against it,

"I'm gonna **** your throat so FUCKING hard..."

"Whoo, I'm so scared." You say with an unimpressed tone.

"Just you-" She pauses for a moment, realization dawning on her, " You motherfucker... That's my thing." She puts her heel on your shoulder and kicks you backwards, and you can't avoid but to burst in a fit of laughter, falling on your ass.

"What the fuck was that?"

"See how obnoxious it looks from the outside?" You say smugly, propping your arms back.

"Fuck you." A hint of red flushes her cheeks.

"I'll ask again. Are you coming or what?"

"Okay smartass... How about this: you make me come, an I'll think about it." She lowers the waistband of her panties, the twitching cock inside springing to attention.

"See? Was it so hard?" You climb to your knees once again, "Short and to the point... Just like your dick."

"Alright fuckface, that's it." She moves her legs over your shoulders, pulling you close and shoving her stiff cock in your mouth, "Do me a favor and **** on it, will ya?"

Pushing your head down on her shaft, she forces the majority of it inside and keeps it there, humping your face.

Rough... brutal, almost. But nothing you can't handle. You push against her grip every now and then to catch a breather, but her size is so... normal, compared to what you're used to, that you barely break a sweat, bobbing your head up and down in time with her thrusts.

"You slut..." She giggles, before stabbing the whole thing in, making you gag. "There it is, that's the twink I know. **** on it, you whore." She pokes the back of your throat at a weird angle, shooting her first load without warning.

You hold your breath long enough for her to finish spraying your throat with warm jizz, and slowly slide her tool out, grimacing at the salty trail it leaves on your tongue.

You look up at Janice, panting lightly, smiling. "It's gonna take more than that to put me on the ropes..."

"Fuck... Esme trained you good..."

You sit on the floor, still held down by her legs, eyeing her still twitching member spit a last dribble of cum.

"Stop looking at my cock, you slut." Janice says,

"It's not like I have much of a choice, do I?" You say, tapping on her thigh.

With a grunt, she spreads her legs, freeing your shoulders, but you stay where you are, shifting your gaze up to her.

"I said I'll think about it. You can go now." She says bitterly.

"Mmh... nah." You grin.

"Don't you have anything better to do than sit on my floor?"

"I've got nothing better to do than sit at your feet. There's a difference."

Janice pale cheeks flush red once more, "Fucking go already. I've got things to do."

"Are you expecting company?"

"That's not the damn point. Get out of my flat, asshole." She stands up, kicking your side lightly.

"I don't want to leave you alone like last time." You stand up as well, grabbing your no longer steaming mug. "Besides, It's rude to throw out someone before he finished his drink."

You take a sip, grimacing; "Mhm... Lukewarm, unsweetened leafwater... goes so well with the salty spunk aftertaste."

Janice stifles a laugh, shaking her head."Why are you doing this?"

"Why? 'Cause I think there's an actual person hiding under all that bitchy attitude. And by the gods I'm gonna meet her. Eventually. If she doesn't kill me first." You grin.

That seems to give her pause.

She raises one hand to your face, rubbing her thumb on the corner of your mouth, where you just now realize there was still a trickle of slowly dripping semen;

"Fine. If you want to know the real me, I'll let you stay." She slides her hand down, closing her fingers on your throat; "As my pet."

Oh oh oh...

Hello there, scaroused boner,

Long time no see...