ONE MONTH LATER:
Jen let out a sigh of relief as her apartment door closed behind her. She kicked off her sneakers and sank down onto the couch, reaching for the bong set up on the coffee table.
Exhaling a thick cloud of pot smoke, she reflected on her day.
“That creep who keeps coming in would NOT stop staring at my tits! And Laura is still pissed at me for not calling her back after we hooked up at that party so she just left me to hang in the wind as he tried to get my number. Again.”
She took off her bra from under her shirt and slung it on the laundry pile, her tits drooping against the fabric of her Dimension 20 tee.
“I’m glad this month’s almost over, I am NOT gonna renew the trial. Although there are a couple things I’ll miss...”
The bong rip was taking effect, and, as always, when Jen got high, she got horny. She put the glassware back on the coffee table, carefully nudging aside her roommates empties, and once she had checked to make sure she was alone in the apartment, made a beeline for her room
Closing the door behind her, she slid out the bottom drawer of her dresser and took out Dongzilla, her pet Bad Dragon dildo. She smiled. “I’ve got time for one last ride.”
Jen rubbed a hand across shirt, teasing her nipples as they tented the fabric in anticipation. A weed-enhanced shiver ran down her spine, making her pussy quiver. Soon she was out of her shorts and panties, groping her tits under her shirt and gasping for breath as she lowered herself onto Dongzilla. An early experience with fisting had shown her an unforeseen advantage of having such wide hips. She'd loved the feeling of getting filled up and pounded, and had immediately spent her first paycheck on Dongzilla, who had become a major part of her daily routine. She wiggled her hips back and forth as she worked herself down to the knot, her eyes rolling back in her head as she did.
She bounced herself up and down, riding closer and closer to orgasm
“Oh god oh god, yes yes yes yes-“
She pulled on her nipples, and squealed- she could feel herself cresting a wave, about to break-
“YEEEEEE-“
A text box appeared in the air before her, with the words “You have reached the end of your one-month trial. Would you like to continue? Speak yes/no”
“-EEESSS! Shit!”
But it was too late. The “yes” glowed pink and the text box changed to “You have chosen to continue your trial. Enjoy your next month!” and vanished.
Jen sank back on the bed, bathing in post-orgasmic glow even as she cussed herself out. Another month of barista-ing! When she'd bough Dongzilla she hadn't thought she'd have to worry about rent. Now she was going to have to scramble to come up with something. Not to mention mend bridges with Laura. Well, maybe that wouldn't be all bad. She smiled and bit her lip as she remembered their hookup.
There was nothing for it. She cleaned off Dongzilla and went to wash the sex off. But when she got to the shared bathroom the door was locked and she could hear her roommate RJ singing to herself in the shower. Jen had been so wrapped up in getting off she hadn't heard the front door.
Jen pounded on the door. “How long you gonna be in there?”
RJ yelled back, the other girls’ voice echoing off the tiles”
“I just got in! You shoulda thought of a shower before you fucked yourself so loud the whole building could hear!”
“Fuck!” Jen slid down the wall to sit in a pout on the floor. It was gonna be a long month.
"And do your laundry! You can't just leave a pile of bras in the living room!"
"God, fine!"
Jen started picking up. If she was going to be there another month, maybe it was time to get her shit together.
