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Chapter 4 How Did Thursday Come So Early?

∆ Katherine Condor∆

I feel something vibrate underneath me.

What the hell is this I ask myself not opening my eyes. Why would I when I had just shot them? My eyelid seems to be glued with the lower part of my eyes, I can't seem to lift them. Trying to wake up suddenly feels like the most difficult task there is. Not like I'm complaining though, I need to catch a good amount of sleep if I must function well. If only the night would drag longer.

The vibration doesn't cease, the buzzing sound sends a fresh wave of aches to my head. Grumpily, I reach for the cause of the sound so I could probably smash it before burning it. Or maybe not.

My phone!

I remember placing the phone on the light stand close to the bed, how on earth did it come under me? I drag it from where it lays, buzzing to see the cause of the noise. Dang it,!

Three missed calls from Dorothy. My eyes fly to the time counter on the top left-hand side of the phone and see it's still 6: 00 in the evening. No, wait for 6:00 AM, and to make it worse, the caption below the time reads Thursday. The fuck! How did it come so early?

I'm a bit shocked because she had never called me this early before. No one has. The only time I'd received a call this early was when my mother was still alive, but suffering from stage four cancer. At the time she was undergoing chemo while I was in college writing my final exams. My father would always call early to tell me how she's faring. considering they both opted I remain in school to finish my papers before coming home to her, that was the only way I get to be sure she's fine of getting better. Needless to say, she died three days before my last paper.

Just as I am about to call her back I see a new call coming in, and it's from Dorothy.

"Hello" I answer on the third ring.

"Kitty, I need you at the club by 10: 00 AM." Her obscenely high pitch voice squeals from the other end of the call.

"What?" I cry out. "What for? It's weekdays and the club doesn't open till 4: 00 PM"

"You are correct my dear, but unless you don't want to work in the club anymore, I'd advise you to do as I say" she states before hanging up. I break into a string of curse words that would've made a preacher go deaf forever, just by hearing them.

The fuck is wrong with this woman? Little Miss bitter heart for a reason. My subconscious says. Wiggling her tail, to prove her point

Okay, there's a little time left I mumble to myself, after calculating in my head. At least I have almost four hours more, that is more than enough time to get additional sleep, make breakfast, have my bath, and dress up for the day's routine.

Sighing, I pick up my phone and set my alarm clock to wake me in the next one hour, as I still needed a few hours sleep and I'll be spending a fair amount of time in the bathroom, doing my normal morning routine and. . , you know, lessening my frustration with my fingers. After that is done, I dip further into my bed until my back is resting on the soft foam material of my bed, and my head on my fluffy pillow, and using my sheets to cover from my feet up to my head, I lay peacefully and wait for sleep to sweep my consciousness away. And true to my preparations, I'm dozing off in the next couple of seconds.

Subsequently, after what appears to be only twenty minutes I hear my alarm go off, playing the sweet and exquisite lyric of a man down by Rihanna. Man down has been my favorite song from the day it was released in 2012 to this very day 22: 07: 2018. It reminds me of the basic situations in my life and how I need to bring every obstacle down on my path to attain higher heights, most of the things that have happened to me and things I've done even though intentionally, cannot be undone, and the thought of that makes me wanna cry. But I wouldn't. Crying is for the weak, just like my mum will always say, and boy, do I miss her?

Dang, it! I mutter before I lazily open my eyes and rub the sleep of them.

Man, do I hate interrupted sleep?

kicking off my blankets, I shiver when the cold air hits my skin making all the hair on my body stand in response and goosebumps to appear on the exposed part of my skin. Hello, mother nature? Did you mistakenly switch Canada's Eureka, Wether with Valley Vista's, North Las Vegas? I should not be getting goosebumps in my room by July. The fuck?

I jump out of my bed and rush across the other room to the bathroom. Still shivering, I turn on the shower and allow the water to fill the tub, and when it is fairly warm, I pour in a nice amount of my vanilla - cinnamon body washes, strawberry-scented body wash, and a bit of rose water into the tub and wait patiently for the bubbles to form. While waiting for the bubbles to form I strip off my Pyjamas and shortly afterward I climb inside the tub and settle inside to allow the mixed water to soothe my skin and calm my nerve. Stress effects were already evident on my skin and I needed to subdue it. I lay silently without movement or noise for roughly five to six minutes to allow the water to relieve my skin before I proceed to massage my body with the lather. Softly grabbing and pulling on my skin.

I start from my shoulders to the back of my neck before maneuvering my way to my chest. Gathering my left breast, I give the flesh there a little tug, mashing the soft skin to my palm then give the nipples a trivial pinch before gliding my hands to my right breast and I repeat the same movement I did on the first. A delicious soft moan escapes my mouth as my hands continue to drive my senses in ecstasy. When I'm through with my breasts my hand skims from my chest, down my belly button, to the ring there, while the other skims to the spot between my legs that has been anticipating and begging its arrival.

Holy fuck! I squirm in delight when my fingers brush the soft in my clitoris, causing me to throw my head back in deep relish of my self-pleasure. Still, in dire need to quench my frustration, I swiftly slip two fingers into my pussy hole but bring them right out. Spreading my legs farther apart, I slip them in again, only this time I did not fully remove them but instead I increase my pace and thrust them in until there was no space for entry.

I stand up from my almost laying position and go into an all four. My knees parted on the floor of the tub, my hands holding the slippery edge, my back fully arched waiting for the moment and my head slightly bent backward, facing the full-length reflector screen, plastered on the wall, feeling a reckless urge to watch myself.

Freeing my right hand from its grasp on the tub's edge, I direct it to my damp core, thrusting and thumping as I go farther and farther. My moaning knew no bounds, but I'm uncomfortable. Groaning I stand up, I climb out of the tub and make my way to the drawer situated below the mirror, and an idea strikes my mind.

Dildo!

I open the top drawer and catch a glimpse of my stacked diverse vibrators both in brand, methods, size, and color and pick one of my all-time favorite vibrators. A black and white Fiona Aquiver thrusting and thumping G-spot targeting Dildo, with rabbit-like- ears to define my clitoris.

Switching it on, I insert it into my pussy hole and let the metal clothed with thick rubber fuck me crazy. Aarrgh yes, I scream driven wild by the sensation. Instinctively, my hands file to my boobs, engaging them in a hard tug, gripping and pinching my hard as fuck nipples. My reflection on the mirror is insanely hot and sexy too. Higher and higher my moans grow, filling the air and blocking my brain from any thought. I increase the speed on the control button, which gives rise to the enormous brooding splendor I'm feeling in my stomach, as before. My body, shakes, quivers, and vibrates along, matching the rhythm of the rapid thumping object, prompting me to find my release earlier than I'd prefer.

I'm panting hard as I climb down from my high. Darn it! I exclaim switching off the stimulator, still choking out, strings of heavy breathes. I clean the object and tuck it back into the drawer before going back to the shower, only this time I'm taking a cold bath.

I go under the shower and let it cold liquid, pour all over me rinsing off the sweat and cum that is sticking on my body. I grab my hair wash bottle from its rack and empty a decent amount of the thick fluid in my palm before massaging it onto my scalp, I need every part of my body to smell good. After I'm done I rinse the shampoo foam from my hair and let the water rinse the remaining part of my body except for between legs, where I give a little scrubbing. When I feel I'm clean enough, I turn off the shower switch and grab a towel, with which I clean my body before wrapping myself in my fluffy white robe.

I go back into my bedroom and apply lotion on my skin, intentionally skipping some parts. I don't want to go into another round of masturbation, I'm a little still turned on. I walk downstairs to my little kitchen to make breakfast. I grab the ingredients for pancakes, eggs, and toast from the shelves before proceeding to the kitchen countertop and commencing cooking. I empty the food on different dishes, then bring them to the dining table. After I finish eating I check the time on my and it's 9: 15 AM, I still have about forty-five minutes to get to the club. Tentatively, I pick the plates and take them to the dishwasher, taking off the leftovers into the waste bin before washing them.

Fifteen minutes later, I'm dressed, in black tight shorts, a yellow crop top, and black ankle boots, paired with heart-shaped sunglasses. I'm about to walk out when I realize more than a dance to display, one a private dance and the other a public show in the main club.

What to wear?

Opening my wardrobe I pick two outfits, a baby pink seamless shredded mini dress and a black maxi length halter neck dress with high slits that stops right on my waistline, while for my shoe, I settle for a 6.5-inch stiletto open toe pump and a neck length blonde Nicole wig for my hairdo. This should do I mumble shoving the neatly folded clothes in my tote bag. I then grab my car keys, phone and jog outside to my car, grateful the club is only an eleven-minute drive from my house.

I arrive at the club a few minutes to ten and to my shock a good percentage of the workers are already in the club from the bouncers to the waiters and bartenders. Entering the dressing room I see most of the girls already seated on their dresser tables applying one or two makeup on their face, even Ariana who is supposed to be sick is seated on her dresser doing her makeup.

"What is going on? Why is everyone looking busy and things extra coordinated" I ask Marvin in a low voice?

"We are expecting . . . . . " she replies, her voice trailing off in the last part.

"Didn't get you"

"We are expecting very important guests," she says again.

"And so?" I ask indifferently.

"Everything is supposed to be in other"

"Because?" I query nonchalantly.

"Because this important guest is Jordan Centineo and his two best friends"

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