Do You Do Extras? by Nikki Ashton

Author:Nikki Ashton
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Bubble Books Ltd
Published: 2018-07-25T18:30:00+00:00

GRANTLEY

I couldn’t believe I’d persuaded Phoebe to have dinner with us. In fact I couldn’t believe I’d wanted to persuade her. Introducing her to Sue-Ann was a fucking crazy idea, especially if I wanted us to see more of each other.

My mother wasn’t known for welcoming my dates or girlfriends into the family fold – not that I’d introduced her to that many. Who wanted a woman they liked to know that they came from stock so shit you had seriously considered having a vasectomy to nullify the bloodline? After careful consideration, I hadn’t gone through with it, but that was mostly because I was a pussy. Thinking about having someone touch my dick and nuts for something other than pleasure, made said nuts shrivel up in fear.

Barney was taking Phoebe home to change, and then bringing her back for dinner, leaving me alone in my suite with Sue-Ann, because fucking Marcia had insisted she meet us at dinner. I was damn mad as shit about that idea. I’d asked her to come over to the UK to help me get rid of Sue-Ann, not leave me alone with her. Marcia though, told me to ‘shut the fuck up’ and let her handle it her way. Trouble was, I didn’t see her handling it at all.

I was just finishing getting dressed, tucking my dress shirt into my pants, when Sue-Ann started shouting and banging on my door.

“Grantley, where the hell is the vodka?”

I rolled my eyes and sauntered over to the door, slowly pulling it open.

“What?”

“I asked you, where is the vodka?”

I looked her up and down and shook my head slowly. “Not a chance are you wearing that to dinner.”

The microscopic skirt in a fucking hideous green lace fabric, just barely covered her ass, with her spindly, bruised legs hanging out the bottom like the legs of a fucking baby bird hanging out of a nest. The top half of her outfit wasn’t much better. I had no idea what you called it but it looked like a scarf that she’d wrapped around her chest and then wound and tied it around her neck. The fact that gravity was playing a big part in things, meant it looked less than desirable.

“What the hell’s wrong with it?” she cried, looking down at her body.

“Well if you have to ask, you’re more of a drunk than I thought. You look like a hooker trying to score a john to get money for drugs. Oh, I’m sorry,” I cried. “That’s exactly what you are.”

“Don’t you speak to me like that. I’m still your mother.”

“Yeah, I know, so you keep saying. But, I mean it. You’re not eating dinner with me dressed like that. At least put on a bra and a blouse.”

“This is my newest outfit,” she complained. “There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Yes there is. Change it and no I don’t have vodka.”

With that I slammed the door in her face. I could not look at her one more minute.

Where the fuck

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