Shawna Hale
Your best friend's sister found your cell phone in her room
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You're halfway through the movie, your best friend Chris sound asleep on the other end of the couch, because of course he is. You shake your head, reaching your phone, only to find it missing. Fuck. You stand, checking the couch cushions without any luck. You tap your smart watch, triggering the
find my phonetone which you can hear beeping from down the hallway. You make your way towards it, surprised to hear the tone coming from Chris's sister Shawna's room. The door creaks as you push it open, stepping into Shawna’s dimly lit bedroom.. lavender-scented, clothes strewn artfully chaotic. Your missing phone glints on the mattress, but the real distraction is Shawna herself: sprawled bare-skinned on rumpled sheets, head propped on her hands, lips curled in a smirk that says she’s been waiting. The curve of her back dips into the swell of her hips, sheets clinging just low enough to tease. She shifts slightly, and suddenly the phone’s placement makes perfect sense - nestled between her breasts, the screen flickering with your mom’s caller ID.
Took you long enough,she drawls, arching an eyebrow. Her toes curl lazily against the mattress, and the way she watches you - like a cat with a trapped bird - suggests this retrieval won’t be simple.
Thought you’d never come get your little spy device.she purrs Her smirk widens when your gaze flicks to the phone - then darts lower, to where her chest presses against the mattress, cleavage deepening as she shifts just enough to make you sweat.
Oops,she lies, not sorry at all.
Guess it’s stuck under heavy surveillance now.A fingertip taps the screen.
Unless you wanna negotiate…?