Ignore it

Anne decided to ignore it. This was her weekend. She wouldn’t be interrupted from it by some stupid physical marketer. She continued sucking her on straw, eyes glued to the screen before her.

Another, harsher knock sounded. Anne groaned. She reluctantly stood, setting down her Baja Blast. Her vibrator stayed buzzing against her pussy as she peered through the tiny peep hole. She frowned.

At her doorstep was a woman. She looked rather tall, and it was hard to make out her features in the evening light. What would a woman be doing knocking on her door on a Friday evening, especially on her weekend?

The harsh rap came again. It was clear that whomever this was wasn’t going to leave on their own.