Friday, July 27, 2012

Last Cup by Nichelle Gregory

"Tell me how much you like the coffee," he said yanking at her dress.

"I- I like the coffee."

She heard him behind her unbuckling his belt while she took another sip.

"You're welcome, dear. You do realize that's the last cup?"

She smiled, knowing he was staring at her wriggle on top the stainless steel counter-top. "I do. Which means-"

"Which means you give me a fuc-"

©2012 Nichelle Gregory

♥ T. G. I. F. !!!!!! ♥

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