Sharon's rival, Nikki Summers, was the horny Bitch's match in every way. The women were nearly identical physically. Nikki, too, boasted a pair of ast...nishingly hard 36C tits and a full, voluptuous body whose curves demanded to be noticed underneath the tight blouses and short, provocative skirts that she always wore to show off her body. Her long, elegant legs were always outfitted in sheer, dark pantyhose; high leather pumps rode on her feet. Nikki's bright, golden locks were always styled in. As I was leaving the kitchen I heard Mrs. Johnson ask my Mom "what's this about the ceiling?" and Mom told her the little shit can hit the ceiling when he gets wound up and dumps it.. Mrs. Johnson let out a gasp I could hear as I went up the steps to my room and I heard her say "Oh God I would love to see that" which bolstered my confidence a little.I was exhausted, I had mowed lawn all day, came twice, and gotten a new client. I fell asleep early that night at about six only to be disturbed. Looking down at my cell, I noticed that I had two voicemails. Both numbers were unknown to me and were probably scammers, telemarketers, or someone calling from a recruiter's office. I hit play on the first voice mail and sure enough it was a telemarketer. Delete. The second voicemail was from a recruiter. I rolled my eyes as she started in on her script about wanting to meet with me and discuss any opportunities I had with my company. It went something like this; "Hi Mr. Close, my name is. For the most part, the expression was of incredulous imbecility, these slobs not believing their luck when they realized that yes, this one was going to put out without hesitation. Yes this gorgeous little blond was going to suck their cock. Yes! They were going to get laid! Contempt for the men – or herself? Michele lathered up her washcloth and began to scrub, top to bottom, as she always did. She didn’t understand why she felt compelled to go out every night, sometimes twice, pick up some.