SkinBroker
Planetoid
- Joined
- Feb 27, 2013
Audrey fell back onto her plush leather couch with a contented sigh. She'd spent the better part of the day thoroughly cleaning her small but well furnished apartment. "Time for my reward!" She hummed out the tune to some song she couldn't remember the name to as she kicked off her shoes and propped them up on the couch, at the same time removing a thick joint from between her ample cleavage. "And then there was light!" Aubrey giggled as she sparked the joint and took a long, deep draw, filling her lungs with that sweet smoke.
As she puffed on the joint the tattooed blonde sat up to survey her space, nodding in approval at her attention to detail. That attention to detail was one of the few things that kept her steady....well....as steady as one could imagine. She hadn't taken her medication since her daughter left for college, and even though it could be difficult to handle at times, she regretted nothing. Sure she'd fallen back into some of her worse habits....ok a lot of them, but she was living again. Aubrey looked over, her eyes drawn to the family photo on the side-table. She smiled, running her fingers over the face of her once-bride, then over her daughter. It was an old picture, and the girl had grown up a lot since then, but she still had every ounce of her mothers beauty. That was one of the primary reasons she had to wait until the girl left to stop taking her medicine, she simply looked TOO much like her mother. Aubrey had never been stable, and her mind took odd twists at times, even now she could feel her cock start to swell looking at her daughters face.
"Yeah....enough of that!" It was time to change the subject, and after a few moments she was sending a text to her poker buddies. 'Still on tonight? I've got party favors. Anyone find the...special treat?' Aubrey grinned. The 'Special Treat' she mentioned was a rather lewd bit of business. Her friends and her came from a rather gritty background, and when they had poker night they usually hired a stripper to entertain....and they almost always 'convinced' said stripper to go the extra mile for her clients. Aubrey tossed her phone on the couch and started heading back to the kitchen, only to be stopped by a knock on the door. "What the? Now who could that be?" As Aubrey approached the door she suddenly swooned, realizing not only that she still had the joint between her lips, but that she'd smoked nearly the whole thing through in less than two minutes. "Shit! HOLD ON!" She shouted as she quickly moved back to the living room, opening the windows and turning on every Scentsy she had before heading to the door, smoothing out the apron she was still wearing over her simple black t-shirt and jeans. "Hello?" She said as she opened the door.
As she puffed on the joint the tattooed blonde sat up to survey her space, nodding in approval at her attention to detail. That attention to detail was one of the few things that kept her steady....well....as steady as one could imagine. She hadn't taken her medication since her daughter left for college, and even though it could be difficult to handle at times, she regretted nothing. Sure she'd fallen back into some of her worse habits....ok a lot of them, but she was living again. Aubrey looked over, her eyes drawn to the family photo on the side-table. She smiled, running her fingers over the face of her once-bride, then over her daughter. It was an old picture, and the girl had grown up a lot since then, but she still had every ounce of her mothers beauty. That was one of the primary reasons she had to wait until the girl left to stop taking her medicine, she simply looked TOO much like her mother. Aubrey had never been stable, and her mind took odd twists at times, even now she could feel her cock start to swell looking at her daughters face.
"Yeah....enough of that!" It was time to change the subject, and after a few moments she was sending a text to her poker buddies. 'Still on tonight? I've got party favors. Anyone find the...special treat?' Aubrey grinned. The 'Special Treat' she mentioned was a rather lewd bit of business. Her friends and her came from a rather gritty background, and when they had poker night they usually hired a stripper to entertain....and they almost always 'convinced' said stripper to go the extra mile for her clients. Aubrey tossed her phone on the couch and started heading back to the kitchen, only to be stopped by a knock on the door. "What the? Now who could that be?" As Aubrey approached the door she suddenly swooned, realizing not only that she still had the joint between her lips, but that she'd smoked nearly the whole thing through in less than two minutes. "Shit! HOLD ON!" She shouted as she quickly moved back to the living room, opening the windows and turning on every Scentsy she had before heading to the door, smoothing out the apron she was still wearing over her simple black t-shirt and jeans. "Hello?" She said as she opened the door.