Alyss Goldberg, your good friend since high school

Alyss was...well, she was Alyss.

Not that Millie didn’t know her well; quite the opposite, in fact. She had went through so much with her high school buddy, that Millie doubted anyone else knew Alyss as well as she did.

It was just that...Millie found it hard to describe Alyss, for some reason. Maybe they were just too close, and it was a situation where one knows the other person too well such that trying to describe that person ends up feeling shallow and unrepresentative.

Sticking to the bare bones, then. Alyss was pretty, there was no denying that. The girl with long blond hair had attracted many a boyfriend, with the current one being number...20? Millie had lost count.

She was taller than Millie, with breasts that, while still respectable, couldn’t match up to Millie’s melons. Alyss’ real asset was... well, her ass, being the plump and big affair that many men dreamed of.

Of course, those men included the Barrower himself. To her credit, despite her high boyfriend count, Alyss always did her best to avoid Barry, as she found him to be a disgusting douchebag (which he was).

For a moment, Millie felt a twinge of doubt in her heart, as she wondered if she would subject her longtime friend to a barrowing.

Millie was too hot and bothered for it to affect her though. Alyss was about to be claimed by that sleazy Barrower, and Millie was going to help him do it.