Round two

Dawn had managed a light dinner, a salad she barely tasted and **** herself to review coursework, though her focus was fractured. Every few minutes, her gaze flickered to the drawer where her little silver friend lay hidden. The memory of its vibrations still tingled between her thighs, an insistent echo she couldn’t ignore.

She gave up on productivity and retreated to bed by 10 PM, hoping exhaustion would override temptation.

Midnight shattered the quiet with the crash of the front door, followed by Polly’s drunken giggles and the deep, rumbling laughter of Tony. Dawn lay still, listening to their muffled voices Polly’s high-pitched excitement, Tony’s smooth, confident replies. The walls were thin, and every sound carried.

Then came the unmistakable shift, the wet smack of lips, the rustle of clothing, the low, throaty moan Polly only made when she was really into it. Dawn squeezed her eyes shut and yanked the pillow over her head, but it was useless. The rhythmic thud of the headboard against the wall began in earnest, punctuated by Polly’s escalating cries.

Dawn’s breath hitched. Her body, still humming from earlier, betrayed her. She rolled onto her back, the sheets cool against her bare skin, her pussy was still rough from the shaving so no panties tonight.

Her fingers trailed down her stomach, hesitating just above her neatly trimmed mound. Just a touch.

But one touch wasn’t enough.

Her clit was already stiffening under her fingertips, and she bit her lip, imagining Tony in the next room his dark skin glistening with sweat, his muscular frame moving over Polly. What if it were her instead? What if he turned that easy, confident smile on her, his hands exploring her body with the same hunger?

Her hips lifted off the mattress.

One more time.

She fumbled for the drawer, her fingers closing around the vibrator. The second it buzzed to life, her thighs fell open in surrender.

This time was different. No awkward fumbling, no hesitation. The smooth silver slid inside her effortlessly, deeper than before, and she gasped. The vibrations radiated through her, syncing with the relentless pounding from Polly’s room.

Dawn matched Tony’s rhythm, driving the toy in and out, her free hand muffling her moans in the pillow. The pleasure coiled tighter, sharper until her back arched, and a silent scream tore through her.

She collapsed, trembling, as the noises next door finally stilled.

Dawn woke to fingers snapping in her face.

“Finally,” Polly crowed, perched on the edge of her bed, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Two things.” She thrust a steaming cup of coffee into Dawn’s hands. “One, I have to tell you about last night. Two” Her eyes dropped to the sheets tangled around Dawn’s waist. “Since when do you sleep naked?”

Dawn yanked the covers higher, face burning. “I was hot.”

Polly’s smirk widened. “Uh-huh.” Then her fingers brushed something beneath the sheets. “And what’s this?”

Before Dawn could react, Polly brandished the vibrator like a trophy.

“Oh my God.” Polly’s laughter was merciless. “You little slut! Since when do you?”

“Give it back!” Dawn lunged, but Polly danced away, waving the toy tauntingly.

“You didn’t even wash it!” Polly sniffed it, then oh God licked it with a wicked grin. “Mmm. Not bad.”

Dawn shrieked and tackled her, snatching it back only to realize too late that she was now fully exposed.

Polly’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit.” She gestured wildly at Dawn’s bare pussy. “That’s new.”

Dawn dove back under the covers, mortified.

Polly plopped onto the bed, still grinning. “Okay, spill. Midlife crisis? Secret boyfriend? Cult initiation?”

Dawn groaned. “It’s for work. its the job I went for, I, I I’m testing products. They needed a review and… pictures.”

Polly howled with laughter. “Pictures?!” She wiped tears from her eyes. “Dawn fuck. Who are you?”

Dawn’s phone buzzed. A reply from Wendy.

Polly snatched it before she could react.

“None of our readers need your Mills & Boon crap,” she read aloud, then whistled. “Ouch. But wait—” Her eyes skimmed further. “She’s offering ten quid per picture for advertising?” She scrolled. “And she says oh my God ‘Get someone professional to trim your bush.’”

Dawn buried her face in her hands.

“How many pics did you send?” Polly asked.

“Fifty?”

Polly’s grin turned devilish. “Five hundred pounds, just for playing with yourself? Dawn.” She leaned in, eyes sparkling. “You’re not just a prude anymore. You’re a professional slut.”

Dawn groaned but this time, she was laughing too.