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Watching Him Back Ch. 03

Porter's locker is next to mine. He's that guy nobody really likes because he's a complete douchebag. However, since he isn't into dumb shit like Dungeons and Dragons and he's rich, he's never quite at the bottom of the social tier. We have three classes together but I don't talk to him. I think he's friends with Crispin. "I saw you," he says one day. "Oh yeah?" I reply, because I'm not a complete douchebag. "Where? The mall?" "I live like two blocks away from you, dumbass. I saw you in your car." "Okay." God, I haven't been at school ten minutes and I want to hit someone. "So you and Crispin are hooking up, huh?" I wonder if I look like people do in the movies, when they go all stiff and scared shitless. I try to play it cool. "What?" Porter slams his locker shut and leans against it with a smarmy grin. "You might want to be more careful when you make out with another g
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Her Witness (A Lesbian Agent)

Perspective: Teresa Cortez She viewed the dry southern community as a stepping stone. A small hitch towards her grand scheme in life. She was a hustler, a survivor. Now she planned to rule this place in her own special way, even while living under federal witness protection. It would be difficult but she knew how to work her charm. And she had the body for it. Teresa spent a lifetime honing her skills on the streets, which later translated into skills used by various organized crime. She primarily ran underground casinos and an escort agency in her other life. To make her comeback, she needed allies. The government had already provided her with a job at the local spa and she befriended her colleagues and customers. None of them knew about the witness protection, of course. All they knew was that she moved there for a 'better life in a quiet setting,' which was technically true. Next she spent what money she had on sex toys, strap-ons, lingerie, makeup, and other beauty product
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Working a Shift at The Milk Cafe

Author's note: All characters are 18 years of age or older. My new boobs jigged as I walked through the hallway. I didn't know which way to turn. My mind was foggy so I went down the steps and sat on the couch. It was such a strange feeling. One...two...three. I counted my breathes. My boobs were bigger. I crossed my arms underneath them and felt them over top. Where they getting bigger? I didn't know what time my parents were going to be home. Were they going to see their daughter on the couch topless like this? But I couldn't get up. I could hardly think. All I could do was feel the weight growing. They took up the space in front of me, like there were two big, hulking obstacle in the room. How much bigger could I get? My breathing picked up. Everything made me nervous. I felt very tense, like a mild panic attack was setting in. My boobs were getting really big now. They were starting to eat up all the space in front of me and cover my arms completely. I wanted to m
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