47-9-s-126-43-w:subtlefox: ♢ You see her number come up and swipe your finger across your ringing ph
47-9-s-126-43-w:subtlefox: ♢ You see her number come up and swipe your finger across your ringing phone’s screen.The volume of the music in the background stuns you as you hear a female vocalist singing “Your girl need it all and that’s a 100, karma come and get some.”The volume zeros about abruptly and is replaced by a very breathy “I need to show you something” before the volume rockets back up to full blast, crackling through your phone’s speaker.“What’s up? I’m right back, cock back. Plain Jane get hijacked, don’t like me? Then tell me how you…” *click*Curiosity, concern but mostly imagination urged you downstairs and towards your car. You couldn’t imagine what she meant and headed over to her place.You could still hear the same pounding bass as you pulled up outside her parents’ house and could hear more female vocals as you approached the front porch.“shine like the stars, I’ll kiss you goodbye…Ho- how you like that?”*knock knock*“You gon’ like that, that-that-that-that, that-that-that-that - How you like that? (Bada-bing, bada-boom-boom-boom)Heavy footfalls approached the front door in a rhythm that fell just short of the bass from inside“How you like that, that-that-that-that, that-that-that-that?”You paused at the sound of heavy bare feet half expecting to hear the click and rattle of a deadbolt when the door was yanked open as if in time with the music.Now look at you, now look at me, look at you, now look at meLook at you, now look at me, how you like that?“Now look at you, now look at me, look at you, now look at me”She glared hungrily down at you from her vantage point near the top of the doorframe. Throbbing music now poured out of the house behind her.“Look at you, now look at me, how you like that?”Licking her lips, she loomed over you. You immediately recognized the bikini you bought her for her birthday 2 months ago but now the top strained pitifully above your head as pale underboob burst from beneath it.“Wha-wha..” You were stammering at the sight of your gigantic ex-girlfriend, her vanilla and coconut scented midriff filled your field of vision. There was no way this was real and you scanned her body in the doorway, you were desperate for something to explain the trick of perspective she had to be trying to fool you with.“Look at you, now look at me, how you like that?”It was impossible; she was the same height as you the last time you saw her, that bikini fit beautifully when you bought it but now she was bursting out of it and was physically filling the doorway in front of you.She was enjoying your shock, absorbing your confusion and seemed to emphasize her new power over you by arching her back gently, forcing still more breast flesh out from under the tiny top. Casually letting her hair brush the underside of the frame, she locks eyes with you and mouths the lyrics as they repeat “Look at you, now look at me, how you like that?” -- source link