Lacy digs deep for something really shocking.

A full half-hour passed without a message from Jack. If Lacy hadn't been busy fucking herself, she would have been fuming mad. She had thrown away her underwear and was tangled up in her own shirt on top of her blanket now. The blanket had a big wet spot on it. Sweat and girl-cum. If anyone had stepped into Lacy's apartment, they would have been shocked at the smell. Lacy didn't even notice it.

Honestly, she was mad, and it made her fuck herself even harder. There was nothing Lacy hated more in the world than being left on read, especially by a guy she didn't even like very much. Where did he get off? Not in her bed, that was for sure. In her mind, maybe, because even though she had tried to avoid it, she had imagined sucking his dick a few times already. Only for a second or two, though!

What kind of straight man would ignore a picture like he sent her? She thought that maybe he hadn't seen it at all and checked her phone as she came down from her latest orgasm. Nothing doing. There was that horrible word in big grey letters under her video: READ. That fucking bastard. He was playing her, she knew. She wasn't going to fall for his plan.

Who was she kidding? Of course she was. She was in this deep already. He thought she was a prude. She would show him exactly how much fun she could be. Lacy scrolled through the pages of her phone and found that very special app that no one got to see but her. The icon was a little grey lock, and when she clicked it, a number pad came up. She typed in her cheeky little password: 6-9-6-9. It wasn't like she ever even thought about this app when her brain was in anything but full slut-mode.

Dozens of her spiciest photos and videos appeared on the screen with little thumbnails giving her a glimpse at each one. Old memories. Good ones, too.