DISCLAIMER
: this story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of Violett Beane. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it.
This is a collaboration between
Noj
and myself, our fourth one ever. We hope you will enjoy it!
Now, on with the story!
---
With a sigh, Jack dropped onto the couch, drink in hand. Finally, the weekend was here! Eyes closed as he leaned back, he took a sip of Diplomatico on the rocks while his other hand loosened his tie. The week had been a proper shit-show at the office, one crisis after the other and now he just longed for a weekend to forget his stress and even score a casual hook-up with Bianca, the recently divorced MILF from accounting... He had managed to get her to agree to come for casual drinks and he really intended to take full advantage of the sexual frustrations of the blonde bombshell. That was definitely something to look forward to.
Just as the young man thought that he heard the buzz of his phone coming from his blazer, which he had carelessly discarded onto the couch as he had entered the room, bee-lining straight over to the bar. Reaching out, he fished his phone from the pocket and read the message.
"Fuck," he muttered to himself as his hopes for some easy, dirty sex were dashed. Seemed like Bianca's husband had come crawling back and she now had other plans than to indulge in some drunken, casual sex, leaving him utterly disappointed. Annoyed, he tossed his phone aside, thinking about Bianca's full, firm tits and how much he had looked forward to fucking them. A grim expression on his face, he took another sip.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Huh?!" Ripped from his thoughts by the sudden, hard pounding on his flat's door, Jack looked up. He took a moment before he moved, quickly searching his mind to remember whether there were any appointments, any friends coming over, that he had forgotten about.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"Alright! Calm down!" he shouted, annoyed when the unknown visitor banged against the door even harder in an impatient, demanding manner. Putting down his drink, he stood and slowly walked over towards the door, not even making it halfway before the next set of violent knocks.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"Open the fucking door, Jack, you fucking asshole! I know he's here!"
Jack jumped at the angry shouting coming from the other side of the door before he registered who that voice belonged to.
"Violett?!" he questioned, confused why his mate Paul's girlfriend was visiting him at all, not to mention with such passion. The actress was not his biggest fan to say the least and shared evenings often ended in heated discussions as their opinions diverged on all kinds of subjects and it was at the point where they usually endured each others company for the sake of Paul.
"Open the damn door, you cunt!" was the reply, underlined by another bang that made the door shake in its hinges.
"Alright, alright..." Jack turned the handle and opened the door a bit, peering out to the hallway. Violett Beane glared at him as he did, her beautiful eyes brimming with furious tears, lips trembling in anger.
"What?!" he asked, showing little sympathy at the rude intrusion. Immediately, he had mixed feelings, however. He didn't particularly like Violett, to say the least. Leaning very liberal in her opinions, she was very outspoken about them as well and while he himself wouldn't have described himself as conservative he liked a bit of fun and a flippant, quick-witted remark. Violett's tendency to put his every word under a microscope and needle him about it made her a bit of a killjoy in his opinion. Not to say a bitch...
Nonetheless, if she could refrain from spewing her progressive views for a bit, he couldn't deny that she improved every room she was in, being very easy to look at. Gorgeous, grey-green eyes, wavy, luxurious, brunette hair and soft, pink lips made her face one of the prettiest Jack had ever seen and more than once he had fantasized about painting it with a nice thick load.
Despite her convictions, Violett had absolutely no qualms in dressing to impress neither and while keeping his glare directed at her angry face he made a mental note of the figure-hugging, burgundy turtleneck that the actress wore, the prominent twin bumps firmly testifying for a lack of bra. The tight, tan skirt she wore was no less revealing, barely covering a third of Violett's thighs and showcasing her pale smooth legs, which was only accentuated by the black leather boots.
She really looked like a woman after Jack's taste. She just didn't sound like one...
"Where is he?!" the brunette actress shouted, her entire body shaking.
"Who, Paul?" Jack replied before realizing what a redundant question this was, "Calm down, Violett! He's not here!"
Violett snorted. "Yeah, right!" she huffed before stepping forward, pushing against the door with enough force to surprise Jack, forcing herself inside the flat and past him. "Where is that cheating fuck?!"
The comment explained as much as it created new questions. Stunned by the turn his evening had taken within the span of a minute, Jack watched Violett march past him. "He isn't here!" he reiterated.
Predictably, his words showed little effect as she simply ignored him towards the other room, apparently determined to find her boyfriend which she suspected was hiding in Jack's bedroom. Despite his annoyance, Jack couldn't help but check out her firm, round ass, displaying an enticing jiggle as she walked. Despite her attitude, he rarely missed a chance to appreciate his friend's girlfriend's stunning body. The fact that this hadn't always gone unnoticed had not led to her liking him more.
Sighing, he closed the door and made his way back towards the couch. He took a sip of his drink and processed the information he had just learned. Paul was cheating, or at least Violett suspected it. She also assumed Paul was hiding here. It didn't take a master detective to figure out that Paul had told her that he was hanging out at Jack's place, knowing that Violett wouldn't want to tag along, buying himself some alone time from her.
"Looks like you're in trouble, bro..." Jack muttered, before taking another sip. In the other room, he could hear Violett banging the doors of his wardrobe, apparently hoping to find Paul inside. He considered going after her and talking to her, but quickly discarded that plan. He had gathered some experience dealing with girls in this kind of mood and it seemed best to give her some space. Especially Violett was likely to bite his head off instead of engaging in reasonable conversation.
Looking over, Violett appeared in the field of vision that his open bedroom door allowed Jack, her back turned to him. He couldn't help but smirk as the brunette dropped to her knees, then all fours to check underneath his bed, inadvertently putting on a show for him. The tan fabric of her skirt stretched tight around her rear end, making for a very enticing sight. It got even better as she lowered her head essentially to a face-down-ass-up position and the hemline rode up the back of her thighs. Centimeter after centimeter of creamy white skin was revealed as the short garment slid upwards. Jack felt something stir inside his pants, watching mesmerized as he was granted an accidental peek at the sweet bulge of Violett's pussy, enticingly encased by a lacy, dark-green thong.
