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"Peter, honey...your best friend is a fucking pig."
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
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The thread is open : PM me if you're interested in playing as Rick
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"Peter, honey...your best friend is a fucking pig."
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
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We had this conversation before. Peter and I, I mean. We've been together for about four years now and everything has been great. We met during junior high and we've been inseparable since. We talked about everything, nearly every little thing that we've come across and believe me, now that we're both eighteen years old, there were no shortage of things to go over. Lately however, our conversations have gotten more bitter. I don't know, ever since Peter came up with the fantastic idea of joining some weird pyramid marketing scheme, it seems that he's been hanging around the wrong kind of crowd. To make matters worse, he's been involving our social circle into his new crowd of people.
Don't get me wrong, I gave them all a chance.
...But, there was this one man that Peter was friends with - Rick. Rick was this older sleazy business man. Tall, large (with just a bit of a beer belly) with a bit of a rugged looking face. I'd say that at first glance, you would have assumed that he was a trucker and not in "marketing". But anyway, this man in particular was the biggest sleaze-ball ever. You see, Peter would invite us all to go to some nightclubs and the like, and often (or at least, nowadays) Rick would join us. He would hover around me the most, his eyes often scanning every inch of my body. Especially my breasts.
At first thought, I didn't really blame him - I did have a killer body. I'm 5'7", have a hourglass body; complete with a thick round butt, wide hips, slim physique and two massive tits. They were absolutely big; almost disproportionate to the rest of my body. Truth is, I'm not even comfortable saying their cup size, seeing as Rick recently has been bugging me to know. What really set me off was that the other day, at the night club, he asked me:
It pissed me off and I thought by telling my boyfriend that he'd want to give him a piece of his mind. Instead, what I got back was that I was overreacting and needed to get off his back. It drove me crazy!! I was used to Peter caving under pressure, but it didn't work. It got me so mad that on our next outing, I wrote something different than my usual tank top and pair of jeans; I wore a really tight dressed that showed off my curves. Most of all, my big titties that bounced and jiggled with every step that I took. I figured that if I could get Rick's attention tonight, that maybe Peter would see that his boss is a fucking pervert.
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