Get rid of her

Sated, you slump across Chanel's shuddering body, feeling her legs relax and unlock from your waist as she pants against your ear.

"Fuck....So good," she murmurs. "You made me do it, made me take your fat cock, made me come so hard."

"You remember what I told you?" you growl softly, turning your face to look at her. She bites her lip and nods.

"To come when you call," she whispers. "So you can **** me. Use me. Use me like fuckmeat."

"That's right," you say with a cruel smile, rolling off her and standing up. "Now get out of here. I don't have any more use for you today."

She nods, her eyes glittering, watching you carefully as she gets up and slowly strips off her lingerie. She picks up some leggings and a hoodie, pulling them on before pushing her lingerie and heels into a bag, then slipping into a pair of sneakers. Naked, you lean against the wall and watch her, trying to gauge her state of mind and guess her intentions. When she's dressed she looks at you, holding your eyes for a moment then dropping her gaze.

"I probably smell like I've been fucked by a football team," she says with a soft smile. "My roommate is going to wonder who I've been with."

"Tell her you grabbed one of the Mex custodians and fucked his socks off. Tell her you took two of them on at the same time."

She wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. "She wouldn't believe it. You won't let me shower here, will you? You want me to leave smelling of your cock don't you?" Her eyes have a shamed but excited glitter as they look at you. You say nothing, simply staring at her until she drops her eyes and steps towards the bedroom door, pausing there as though waiting for you.

"Get a move on," you say coldly. "I've got stuff to do."

She presses her lips together, biting them as if trying to stop her chin from wobbling, before trotting down the stairs and out of your cottage.