Weekend plans

“Hey, nice place.” Holly, no, she corrected herself, Laney’s man of the evening mumbled as he half-stumbled into her apartment.

Laney didn’t respond, she just grabbed his arm, stepped into him and found his crotch with her other hand. Tonight’s guy was selected because he was reasonably drunk and yet he got hard when they danced at the club. If Laney was lucky he’d get the job done tonight and pass out immediately after. Then she could try for the real prize, sex in the morning. The few times she had pulled it off it meant that day, that night and the next day would be Holly's before the curse would require Laney to go hunting again. Sex Friday night and Saturday morning meant she was good till Sunday night. Thirty-six hours to herself had become Holly's new idea of paradise.

She had his pants off already, and when she took his dick in her mouth she had the condom half unwrapped and was already thinking about her time off. She could spend Saturday on herself, sleep in on Sunday and maybe go to brunch with a friend, hang out and act like a real fucking human being before she needed to start thinking about the next guy.

The guy she was currently leading to her living room was physically fit enough, and not bad looking. He was a bit too Gym-Bro for Holly’s taste, and had been a bit of a jerk at the club, but as long as he could get it up he was perfect for Laney. When she pushed him onto the couch he growled playfully at her like the drunk moron he was. She didn't let that deter her. She thought about Sunday morning and climbed on his lap. She kissed him hard and longingly, the curse driven horniness and the possibility of being free for most of the weekend was doing more than enough to overcome the fact that Holly really didn’t like this guy.

Laney let her hands roam his chest, he felt good. She thought about that, focused on the lust her curse had driven into her. She tried not to think of the guy behind the tight abs and well-defined chest. Tried to forget pulling him away from the poor girl he had cornered at the bar. Their “dance” which was mostly him humping her leg and groping her. The Uber to her place, the driver asking her if she was sure. . .

“Oh Fuck, yes!” she cried as she felt his erection pulse inside her. He wasn’t too drunk to get the job done tonight, and that was enough for Laney. It was even more exciting knowing there was little chance he’d pull himself together enough to leave before the morning.

She pulled herself to his chest, bit his neck as she came with him. It was a surprise, and Holly chose to think it was the thought of a curse-free weekend that pushed her over the top.

“You're crazy.” He said. Or at least that’s what it sounded like he was trying to say. “I like you.” That part she was confident she heard right.

“Of course you do.” Laney said, climbing off of him and heading to the kitchen. “You want some food?” She called back. The first part of the plan had worked, Laney was now focused on the second part, keeping him here till he fell asleep. The one time she had failed in keeping a guy was because he got hungry and she didn't have food for him. She learned her lesson. Holly had stocked the fridge with different types of beer, an assortment of soda and what Laney’s experiences so far had taught her was the best drunk guy bait, chicken nuggets and tater tots. He’d eat at least one of them, especially if he was on some high protein diet. Give a drunk guy starved for carbs air-fried tater tots and he wasn’t going anywhere.

She heated up the tater tots and dinosaur nuggets, but by the time she returned to her living room he was out cold. She looked at him there, sprawled out naked on her sofa, snoring softly. She smiled sadly. A drunk douche bag passed out naked on her couch was hardly what Holly would call a good night, but for Laney it was a massive success. She didn’t think he was drunk enough to piss himself but she didn't want to take the chance so she moved him squarely into the middle of the couch so the protective liner under the slipcover would protect her furniture if he did.

Holly sighed. She moved his legs out of the way, sat down at the end of the couch and turned on her TV. She could at least catch up on her shows while she made sure her prey didn’t leave in the night.

. . .

Holly’s alarm on her phone went off, it was 6:20 AM. She hadn’t had much sleep at all but it was alright, if she got what she wanted this morning she could take a long nap and still have the entire evening to herself. She checked to make sure the guy was still on the couch then went back to her bedroom to get dressed. She thought about the little bits of conversation she had with him at the club and the girls he looked at and decided the best bet was a see-through negligee. She had the plan well thought out in her head, tell him he needed to go soon, her mother was coming over for breakfast, fuck him then kick him out. It hadn’t failed yet. Well, it had worked the only time she had tried it. The time before that the guy had been a pain to get rid of. But the idea of meeting her mother got them out the door quick.

Holly placed the order for the driver to come get him at 6:55AM, she was willing to bet they would be done by then. Holly closed her eyes, took a breath and shifted her mind into Laney mode. Laney knelt down next to the couch, leaned forward just enough to emphasize her cleavage, and started stroking her prey's dick. It got hard pretty quick and only a few seconds later he sat up, his eyes wrenched open.

“What?” He mumbled, half awake.

Laney bit her lip and looked apologetic. “I’m so sorry to wake you, but my mom is coming over for breakfast at seven.”

“What?” He repeated. Holly smirked, the poor guy was likely hung over, and he just woke up to a girl in sexy lingerie jerking him off and telling him her mother was coming over. It sounded like the start to a porn video, and that was the idea. The only two things she needed at this moment was for him to be awake and horny, and it looked like she was accomplishing that.

“If you want we could do it again before you go.” She offered. He nodded and mumbled something. It wasn’t good enough.

“Hey, do you want to have sex with me before you leave?” Laney demanded clear consent She needed sex, but she wasn't going to start raping guys. He perked up enough to say yes this time, so she put the condom on him and climbed on top of him.

The poor guy wasn’t fully awake yet so Holly talked dirty to him while she rode him.

“You like this tight pussy?”

“You like fucking me with your big dick?”

“Oh God, you are hitting me so deep!”

Stuff like that usually worked to get guys off. The current one was no exception. He was doing his awkward best to pump his hips while she rode the shit out of him. As he woke up more and he grabbed her breasts and his thrusts became more regular.

“You like my tits, you like making them bounce?” Laney said. It was stupid but she didn’t care, whatever it took to get him off.

“Yeah, you sexy fucking slut.” He replied. “I want to come all over them.”

“No you don’t.” Laney said. “I want it all inside of me.” She hadn’t tried it, but she was pretty certain the curse wouldn't count a man ejaculating on her breasts as sex, and she definitely wasn’t going to experiment this morning.

“You want me to take the condom off?” He asked, misinterpreting her intent.

“No!” She cried. “I just like how it feels.” He was getting close, she could feel it. If he would just shut up they could be finished before the car arrived. "Come on, stud, give it to me!" She cried.

“Fuck!” He yelled as he filled the condom. Holly panted out her pleasure on top of him. She hadn’t orgasmed herself, but the curse still rewarded her, it was almost dizzying how good it felt when the sex was closer together.

“Damn, girl, I think I’m in love.” He said as he caught his breath.

Laney laughed. “Trust me you don’t want this craziness. Besides, my mom will be here in 15 minutes, and you definitely don’t want that craziness.”

“Why, she thinks you’re a virgin or something?”

“No, but she’s super catholic and desperate for grandchildren.” Holly answered. It was all a lie, her mother wasn’t religious and wasn’t coming over, but it was a story that would help get him to leave, and that was all she wanted now.

“If you want my number. . .” He started as he put his pants on.

“That’s sweet to offer, but we both know that isn’t what this was.” Laney said forcefully. Just go away! Was what she wanted to say, but she didn’t want to risk an argument, she just wanted him to leave.

She walked him to the door right as the car pulled up.

“Wait, did you get me a ride?” He asked.

Laney kissed his cheek. “Yeah, it’s on me, really. Thanks for a great weekend.” She said, unable to hide her smile. It had worked, her plan had worked. She did her best to stay calm.

“Yeah, thanks.” The poor guy said, then walked out the door. She closed the door, leaned against the wall, and let the character of Laney slowly slip off of her. Holly smiled, then ran to her bedroom, leapt onto the bed and squealed into her pillow.

“Thirty-Six Fucking hours of Freedom!” she yelled. She shot off a text to her cousin Melanie to call her if she wanted to get brunch then laid down on her bed and smiled. It was going to be a good weekend.