Chapter 327

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Cattie burst out. “You think I’d let you get anywhere fucking near my boyfriend?”

Sherry flushed an even deeper shade of pink as she gave a petulant look. “I wasn’t-”

“If I was going to accept either of you apologising properly, it would be Heather,” Cattie continued, glaring at her Ex.

I ... was a little lost because Cattie hadn’t mentioned this idea and I was honestly a little concerned she was being serious. On the one hand, there would be a certain level of gross satisfaction at Heather sucking my dick after how awful she’d been to me, Cass and especially Cattie. She might have been a plastic Barbie with a heart of stone, but she was still physically attractive. The idea of having my way with her and paying her back for all the shit she’d put Cattie through was tempting. On the other hand, Ew. It was Heather.

“Not fucking happening,” Heather sneered after a moment.

“Fine with me,” Cattie said. “Now start fucking walking. That direction.” She pointed back the way we had come.

“You walk ahead of us,” Heather said. “I don’t want your Perv staring at mine or my sub’s asses.”

I could feel Cattie shiver in disgust at Heather calling Sherry her sub. “Yeah, no,” she said, sneering right back. “I’ve had enough daggers planted in my back this week and I don’t feel like leaving it open for either of you to try and hit me over the head with a rock, too. You guys go first and we’ll follow.”

There was a bit of a staredown between Heather and Cattie for a long moment, but Sherry ended up muttering something to Heather. The daggers in the back comment had gotten to her a bit, I thought.

Heather transferred the phone from one hand to the other, holding it and the dildo, and then she grabbed Sherry’s hand and tugged her forward and passed us. Heather’s tits, fake as they were, were still a bit of a mystery to me because she had ghost areolas - even tanned and sunburned, they and her nipples were almost the exact same colour as the rest of her which made it look like she didn’t have an areola at all.

Once they were passed us I got a clear look at both their butts - equally pink and going to be a bitch when they finally needed to sit down somewhere. I could also see smudges of dust on both of them, likely from whatever ‘activity’ they got up to when bringing their shoot to a close.

I grabbed Cattie’s hand, looking at her and stepping just a little closer as I lowered my voice. “You OK?” I asked her.

She nodded, then smirked a little as she flicked her eyes towards the other two for a moment and then back at me. “Sorry I offered your dick as a club to beat her over the head with. I was just pissed and the idea of her on her knees apologising like that was ... well, it would have been satisfying.”

“I understand, baby,” I said, squeezing her fingers. “Maybe pass that kind of thing by me and Cass first though, yeah?”

“Oh, Cassidy already gave her blessing on that one - it was her fucking idea,” Cattie said with a smirk. “She just wants pictures to prove it happened. I didn’t take it seriously until I wanted to really knock that ego down a few pegs. Which was as soon as Heather opened her mouth.”