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The Case Of The Unknown Case: Part 1
🕑 Added 2016-09-06 18:56:31 +0000 UTC Kandi had been giggling when Donna answered the phone. That was not a good sign.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure of this call, hmmm?” Donna sighed. Although Kandi could not see her friend she knew Donna was standing in that half-cocked pose, one hand on her hip with one foot out a smidge, waiting to hear what trouble Kandi was bringing her way.
“Oh, just wanted to see if I could stop by and show you something…” Kandi replied. Donna could hear in the background that her friend was walking down the street, and quickly given the sound of her heels on the pavement.
“Well, uh…” Donna looked down at herself. It was laundry day, and she was wearing the few pieces of clothing that were clean - a plain white tank top and a pair of frilly panties she’d gotten while out with a bachelorette party some time ago. “I’m not exactly dressed …”
“Shit, please, what have you got that I haven’t?” Kandi scoffed.
A big set o’ titties… Donna thought to herself. She looked down at her rail-thin body, two little nipples the only things barely pushing out against any fabric. And that did mean any fabric – her bony ass wasn’t living up to the frivolity of the party panties.
Given the pace of Kandi’s click-clacking shoes Donna get to herself that Kandi’s fleshy oranges were bouncing and jiggling all over in the unnecessary push-up bra the other girl constantly wore. With a frown Donna teased at her nips, perking them up to give her a little more definition.
“Fine, whatever…” Donna sighed again into the phone.
“Great!” Kandi exclaimed. Before Donna could hang up she heard Kandi’s footsteps stop. Then the buzzer for the apartment building’s front door rang through Donna’s humble abode.
“You just assume no one will ever turn you down, don’t you?” Donna rolled her eyes as she went to buzz open the door.
“No one has yet,” Kandi’s smug voice replied before the call ended.
Donna did her best to cover the dirty laundry hamper and tidy up some plates before Kandi could get to the third floor of the walk-up. It did take the visitor a little longer than usual, and as arrived Donna could understand the delay – Kandi was lugging along with her a fairly large suitcase.
Rested on the floor it came up to Kandi’s knee, and was about eight inches thick. Given Kandi’s struggle it was must have been quite full.
“Look, I brought us some fun…” Kandi panted, dropping the case inside Donna’s door and leaning on the stove to catch her breath. Donna mentally kicked herself for even worrying about what little she was wearing in front of Kandi . The deep-breathing woman had her trademark pink push-up bra under a white tied-off shirt, which meant her lower ribs, toned abs, and trim belly were all on display. A plaid skirt that barely reached the bottom curve of her ass interrupted the skin, before smooth thighs led to knee-high black socks that wrapped around calves and feet held up by strappy three-inch black heels.
It must be Catholic School Girl Night at the casino… Donna thought to herself. Both were waitresses, but in very different ways. Donna served food at the sleepy local diner down the street, and Kandi served drinks at the new Swank! Casino that had taken over some abandoned warehouses a few blocks away.
“Why did you bring your suitcase here? You’re not planning to stay, are you?” Donna asked, reservation deep in her voice.
“Who said it was my suitcase?” Kandi grinned, grabbing the handle and lugging it across the room.
“What? Wait, whose is it – do NOT put that on my…” Donna let her sentence trail off as Kandi, unconcerned by the incomplete objection, plopped the suitcase atop Donna’s sheets as if she was spiking a football after a touchdown. It bounced on the bed a few times, further underscoring its heft.
“I saw it fall off a truck while I was walking back from the casino. I figured we could have a good time going through someone else’s stuff…” Kandi grinned.
“Oh no, I don’t want to be involved with-”
Once again Donna’s objection was cut off, this time by the distinct sounds of clasps unlatching.
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