Chapter Seven
One month later.
Ana stopped the satisfying crunch of her granola cereal and the spoon clanged. She stared at her phone and smirked, shaking her head. The volume on the kitchen television was kicked down a few notches so she could calm her thoughts.
Scarlett had become insufferable over the last few weeks; the texts and phone calls were constantly taking her away from relaxing with her man. It had become annoying. She provided an alternative to her situation and at first, it was a success. That night Scarlett was used like a piece of fuck meat for hours long into the night before sleeping in her basement for ten straight. Scarlett loved it. Ana didn't anticipate the quick and sudden turnaround, but she didn't have a child with the man, either. Maybe her solution was short-sighted.
Ana pulled her ponytail tight, sighing with a strong swipe to her screen. "Buenos días, preciosa."
"Oh, cut the cute Cubana crap."
She ended the call and took a big bite of her cereal. It rang again.
"Are you done? Deja de quejarte por todo."
"I'm not complaining, Ana."
"¡Ay mierda! I scratched your back and all you do is complain, complain, complain! Dios mío, Escarleta. ¡No admitirás que te encantó y que necesitas a mi hombre de nuevo!"
"What! I admitted to loving it. You're just out here dishing out your fiancé like a fucking appitizer to the 'unhappy women,' you claim."
"Por Dios," Ana sighed. "Lo siento--you weren't ready."
"For what?"
"Us. Florence. Change."
"You can't fix everything with sex, Ana."
Ana smiled, swirling her almond milk. "Sí, tiene usted razón."
"I don't like the tone in your voice."
"You're extremely ungrateful for the three of us trying to get you out of a bad situation. Don't forget you got drunk and laid out your problems to us."
"So, you took advantage of the situation."
Ana's smile turned sour and the spoon banged.
"Estabas en mi casa--we treated you with love and care, pinche puta!" Ana grabbed the phone, shouting. "¡Cómo te atreves!"
"Ana, I'm--"
"¡Cómo te atreves a acusarnos de tal cosa y Florence es una gran amiga tuya!"
"I shouldn't have said it--I'm stressed out, you fucking know that! She's one of my best friends."
"Me heriste los sentimientos--call me back later..."
Ana ended the call.
You stood in the doorway, naked and clean after a long shower. "Should I have recorded that for your portfolio?"
"Sí. Even she believed it," Ana huffed, shaking her head. "She's going through a lot."
"I'm going to get dressed," you said, turning with a wave. "You handled it."
Ana kicked back, feet on the table, and waited for the inevitable string of text messages.
"Don't worry, papi. She's not over what you did for her," she said, head cocked and eyes glued to your delicious ass. "Do you want to fuck her again, mi amor?"
"What do you think!" you hollered down the hall.
She chuckled to herself and turned the television back on. "Mi hombre sexy."
***
A few hours later...
Ana loomed over the glass cases at her usual stop for jewelry. She was on the prowl for pearls, big and small. The low cut blouse that had the gentleman's eyes struggling to stay away was on purpose for ease of trying them on. With a fwip of those brown layers, she spread the pearls across her bare chest and gravity fed them through her cleavage.
"You think he'll like them?" she asked the young man, staring into the mirror.
"Absolutely. Magnificent choice, Miss de Armas."
She smiled, eyes flicking to him. "Not just saying that because you fancy me, are you, nene?"
"Oh, no, no," he stumbled. "The contrast on your skin makes these high quality, locally sourced pearls look fantastic. You won't regret it."
Ana nodded at the perfect professional deflection and faced the mirror. "Sí. I'll have two sets, por favor."
She tapped the platinum card on the glass as the total slowly creeped up over the twenty thousand mark. Bracelets, ankle chains and charms, earrings and the luscious pearls filled the bag as she strolled out to her Type-R.
"Ana! Love the Integra!"
She swirled around with a smile to the cancerous paparazzi and waved. "So do I, baby. So do I. Aléjate de mi coche, imbécil."
"Don't be like that, Ana!"
The flashes started to dim as they hit her tinted windows. She sighed and put a heel deep into the clutch before moving out of there quickly.
Phone to the dash, she called you via video and she smiled at your gorgeous face. "Papi, what're you doing?"
You shoved your hair back, water falling from the ceiling shower head. "Just picked up Florence and now we're here."
You tilted the phone towards the floor, Flo's hair wrapped up in your fingers and head bouncing in and out of your groin. You handed her the phone, a perfect profile shot of the blonde inhaling your huge dick. Ana bit her lip and watched your wet saggy balls drum and pound her girlfriend's bulged out neck. Envy overwhelmed her. The gurgling, squishy mess slipped through her ears and she sighed, panties damp immediately.
"I want to join in, but I have errands to run, my loves."
Florence was uncorked with heavy slop hitting the drain. Ana watched her man's long juicy shaft press hard into Flo's face, balls dragging all the way to her forehead. You took the phone and Ana strolled through another department store, taking glances at Flo jerking you off with both hands. Brightness down and sound in an ear bud, she perused the lingerie section, taking her time and listening to the sweet, sweet music of Florence gargling on your fat beautiful cock.
She needed that dick. It was more than envy now. She needed -her- big fucking dick.
Back to a wall, she looked around behind her shades and spotted no one. "Cum in her mouth, papi. Now."
