The Protege - S01 E82

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The Protege - S01 E82

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 82

Cynthia: Yes.

She would not answer any more texts. I showered and put on a Salmon colored sun dress. I put my hair in a braid and put on my makeup. I had gotten a good refresher on my tan today, I thought as I put on lipstick. I finished and sent another text to Cynthia with no answer.

Two more hours passed and still nothing. My mind was reeling from images of them in a car accident, shot by an enraged husband (more likely), or making mad passionate love in a hotel room. That image played in my head causing me to hate myself again for lack of self-control.

Ten minutes later the mental video of the two of them fucking wildly while I secretly watched had me heating up. I had to slap myself out of it. I went up to the roof and watched the waves break in the moonlight, trying not to think the worst.

After being braless most of the day mine was really starting to hurt so I unhooked it and slid it off through the armhole of my dress.

It was 10:30 and I laid in the lounge chair, still feeling a little jet lagged, I fell asleep and woke sometime later to the cheerful voices of Cynthia and Rosario giggling.

"Oh, look Rosie, she wakes."

"Good Morning Ms. Carmichael." Said Rosario cheerily swaying side to side.

I looked at her groggily as she spun my bra on one hand and swigged from a tequila bottle with the other. When she finished, she passed the bottle to Cynthia who proceeded to drink.

"I thuggest me move the party inslide or we'll be traffed on the roof all night. Slurred Cynthia. The fifth was half empty.

"Was that full when you started." I asked waking up and looking at my watch. It was two AM and was starved and confused as hell.

"Yes, it was... Luckily the first one wathrn't." Answered Cynthia.

"The first one? Holy shit ladies. Yeah, we better get you down the ladder now".

As she turned, I caught a glimpse of her outfit and my eyes popped. Her legs looked long and slender like they went on forever in a pair of olive skinny jeans. They fit amazingly tucking into the crack of her ass. She had a pink thin tube top with spaghetti straps from above each breast and tying behind the neck. Her midriff was fully exposed, front and back. She had no belt, leaving a gap in her waist band in back that begged for my fingers to slide in.

Her breasts were fully highlighted by the thin, stretched material. I ran to the hatch door and got on the ladder first. "Ladies, please follow me down, carefully." I said loudly.

Cynthia's form fitting top also caught my eye and as she followed my down the ladder, I had a great view of the familiar red panties from earlier. Her red ruffle dress gave quite the view of them from my vantage point.

After she made it to the floor below, safely, I turned to watch Rosario's ass flex in those jeans on her way down. When she reached the floor she nearly fell over. I caught her and helped her to the dining room table. There were two pizza boxes open on the table.

"You ate without me?" I asked, slightly hurt.

"Leasie, you were sleeping like an angel, so we let you rest. We got Rosie moved in and unpacked and we were starved... We saved you some!" She pointed at the open pizza boxes.

I was too hungry to protest, and besides, I loved left over cold pizza. I put two pieces on a plate and grabbed a diet coke from the fridge. Cynthia poured a whiskey glass about two thirds full of tequila and added some ice.

"You got slome catchin up to do Shweetie."

"Ok girls, what the fuck happened to you two." I chugged half the glass and chomped a big chunk of pizza.

Rosario started singing. "He's a cold-hearted snake, look into his eyes..."

She continued as Cynthia talked. "You've heard of the cliched story of the wife who comes home early from work?"

"You're kidding?" I asked mouth wide.

"He's a lover boy at play, he don't play by rules...' Sang Rosario.

"Yep, with the 18-year-old neighbor girl and two of her friends.