Mira giggled a bit, her voice slurring with the alcohol. She relaxed back on the couch, looking at him through hazed eyes. Her smooth legs moved to rest on his lap, and she felt his erection against her calf... It felt huge, just like him, and it made her body heat up even more. Biting her lip, she moved her leg and looked up at him. She wanted him; oh, she wanted him badly. And it looked like he needed laid. How often could someone say they have been laid by a Queen? That should cheer him up... And well, the alcohol was clouding her judgment. "Screw it," she murmured, standing up and letting her robe fall, giving him a good view of her semi nude form. "I haven't been laid in a really long time, and it looks like you could use it too. So what do you say, My Lord?" she murmured, raising her eyebrows. She looked over to the french maid standing in the corner of the room. "Leave us," she snapped, waiting for the maid to leave before she released her corset, letting her plump, soft breasts spill into view.
Jeremy looked hungover, disheveled, and confused. He raised his eyebrows at the innocent looking girl. "Uh, morning?" he murmured, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a carton of milk. As he drank from it, a topless girl bounced up the stairs after him, wrapping her arms around him from the back. Salem put down his paper, looking pissed, but not surprised. "Jeremy, I thought we agreed to no sleepovers on school nights... And clothes have to be worn before leaving the basement." The half nude girl blushed, but didn't move. Jeremy looked unaffected. "Fuck off, Salem," he snapped. Salem rolled his eyes, looking at Elizabeth with apologetic eyes. "Elizabeth, this is Jeremy," he murmured, "Jeremy, this is Beth. My girlfriend from Harvard... We just reconnected because she's looking for work in town. I offered for her to stay with me until she finds a place."
Jeremy laughed, looking at Elizabeth with amusement. "Really? Girlfriend? Of Salem?" he said, grinning. "Tell me, Sweetheart, his is dick as cold as his heart?"
Salem clenched his jaw, and after a moment of calming himself down from the idea of punching his brother in the face, he looked at the slut that was hanging off his back. "Tell me, Sweetheart," he said, mocking Jeremy, "Is his genital herpes as nasty looking as his oral herpes?"
Jeremy rolled his eyes, ignoring the girl's disgusted expression. "Fuck you, Salem." And with that, he led the girl back down to the basement. Salem looked at Beth with a blank expression. "And there you have it - the man who is responsible for your wardrobe choices."
Jeremy looked hungover, disheveled, and confused. He raised his eyebrows at the innocent looking girl. "Uh, morning?" he murmured, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a carton of milk. As he drank from it, a topless girl bounced up the stairs after him, wrapping her arms around him from the back. Salem put down his paper, looking pissed, but not surprised. "Jeremy, I thought we agreed to no sleepovers on school nights... And clothes have to be worn before leaving the basement." The half nude girl blushed, but didn't move. Jeremy looked unaffected. "Fuck off, Salem," he snapped. Salem rolled his eyes, looking at Elizabeth with apologetic eyes. "Elizabeth, this is Jeremy," he murmured, "Jeremy, this is Beth. My girlfriend from Harvard... We just reconnected because she's looking for work in town. I offered for her to stay with me until she finds a place."
Jeremy laughed, looking at Elizabeth with amusement. "Really? Girlfriend? Of Salem?" he said, grinning. "Tell me, Sweetheart, his is dick as cold as his heart?"
Salem clenched his jaw, and after a moment of calming himself down from the idea of punching his brother in the face, he looked at the slut that was hanging off his back. "Tell me, Sweetheart," he said, mocking Jeremy, "Is his genital herpes as nasty looking as his oral herpes?"
Jeremy rolled his eyes, ignoring the girl's disgusted expression. "Fuck you, Salem." And with that, he led the girl back down to the basement. Salem looked at Beth with a blank expression. "And there you have it - the man who is responsible for your wardrobe choices."