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Jennifer, for all her filed down, girly edges, braids her hair roughly.
She pulls, twists and tugs with more force than is warranted for Needy’s ratty hair. Slumped in her lap, Jennifer herself slumped against a stack of pillows, just as bloodied as the sheets beneath them, Needy gasps at the sudden tugs with her eyes closed.
“You like this,” Jennifer says suddenly. Needy opens her eyes and finds herself staring at the canopy above Jennifer’s bed.
“Do I,” Needy says, less a question and more a statement, a tease. She curls her lips into a smile. Jennifer pulls at her hair so brazenly it makes Needy’s head jerk. Needy moans, long and deliberately whorish.
Jennifer, as always, doesn’t take the bait and call her a slut. Instead, she keeps braiding the hair between her fingers, carefully piecing apart the crusty, blood-spotted parts of Needy’s dull blonde strands, idly piecing them back together in delicate, yet stringy, plaits.
Needy leans into Jennifer and lets her mind drift, lets herself idly dream about the way she watched Jennifer tear into the night’s victim. A frat boy from the next town over; Jennifer picked the target, Needy drove the car. She watched from the doorway as Jennifer tempted the boy, carefully told nothing of what he did to the missing freshman girl as she told him how wet he made her.
Then her jaw unhinged and that was that. Jennifer finished him off, Needy drove the car. Or rather, Jennifer fucked her in the driver’s seat, and then Needy drove the car. Same difference.
Needy turns her head over her shoulder, angles it as much as she can to look at Jennifer. Her hair pulls with the motion, surely ruining Jennifer’s work. Needy doubts that she minds much.
“Hey, Jennifer,” she asks.
Jennifer looks at her with a widening smile.
“Your turn?” She asks.
Needy returns the grin, and turns over in Jennifer’s lap, nuzzles her face in Jennifer’s neck, all teeth.
