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it's happening. gwendolyn thought to herself, fingers tapping against the table.

she could feel her legs shaking, almost hitting the table. she attempted to hold her knees from making any noise, but it was a battle she was clearly losing.

somewhere in this expensive-looking room, a loud air-conditioner blasted ice-cold air. although she wrapped her arms around her body, gwen could still feel the cold sweat off her body.

she felt like a nervous wreck, while the people in front of her were calm and collected.

"don't be nervous." karla had whispered in  her ear. "they'll love you, promise that."

easy for you to say that, gwendolyn wanted to say. you already know them!

seated in front of her were mr. and mrs. pierce and their two sons, their dark brown eyes glaring at the freckled girl in front of them.

karla started off the conversation. "mom, dad, this is gwendolyn. my girlfriend." every word rolled off her tongue easily, no shame when she spoke.

karla's father gestured his hand for a handshake, a grin on his face. "samuel pierce, nice to meet you."

even when sitting, he still was tall— 6'7 at most.

"this beautiful woman right here is my wife, marlene." he reached down and kissed the ring on her finger.

marlene rubbed her temples. "i told you this before, sam. i can introduce myself, i don't need help." she shook her head. "it's a pleasure to meet you, gwendolyn."

"je m'excuse, chérie." he kissed the silver ring on her finger. "owen, miles?"
(i apologize, honey.)

one of karla's brothers, long black locs trailing down his back. "miles."

gwendolyn wasn't sure if he had finished talking, but the other brother seemed to cut him off. "gwendolyn! it's amazing to meet you. i've heard such great things about you. i'm owen."

just like his father, samuel greeted her with a wide-toothed smile, his pristine teeth seemed to be gleaming down onto her, like a spotlight.

but even though he was smiling, gwen couldn't help but feel a shiver down her back— like he was sizing her up.

she couldn't help but feel a shiver down her neck. something just didn't feel... genuine.

cut it out. this is her family you're meeting!

she pushed that feeling behind her, and faintly grinned at owen. "it's nice to meet you too! i hope we can get to know each other more."

"same here," responded samuel. "tell us more about yourself. you seem to be a lovely woman.

gwendolyn and mr. pierce excitedly chatted with each other, both of them bonding over their love for gardening.

"i've tried to plant that before but they've all died! how did you take care of yours?"

"well, you have to get the soil at just the right temperature and—"

mrs. pierce sighed under her breath. it didn't take gwendoyln long to release that she was extremely bored by the endless rambling.

"you know, i've always wished for karla to get into that sort of thing. it seems so delicate and lovely, perfect for sweet girls like you," mrs. pierce commented.

gwendolyn grimaced. "i mean, all people have different interests. gardening might not be everyone's thing."

"oh, yes, i understand that.  but sometimes i wish karla would've turned out to be... different. don't you?"

"i don't see the issue of who she is now," samuel pointed out.

"it would've been nice if she turned out a bit more feminine, no? i didn't have a daughter just for her to be so—"

"marlene, please. can't we just enjoy this moment all together?" mr. pierce rubbed his temples.

miles awkwardly shifted in his seat while gwendolyn held her breath. karla didn't let a reaction cross her face but instead clenched her fist.

"honestly, i get what you mean, mom." owen sighed, a glint seemingly in his eyes while he watched karla. "it's like she's so busy these days that she doesn't have any time for her family anymore."

what the...

gwendolyn examined mrs. pierce and owen's faces. the tone of their words seemed to be so sad, and on both of their faces was a frown.

yet it didn't reach their eyes at all. like they were faking it, waiting for karla to react in anger.

the mafia boss sighed. "if this is what you're focusing on right now, then maybe you're just wasting my time."

"and there you go again, being rude to us whenever we're trying to talk with you." marlene chided. "one day, something will happen to us, and you'll regret the way you're acting. i just know it."

karla rolled her eyes. "i don't talk with you in the first place because the conversation always turns back to me, i thought you'd know that by now. you're always talking about much you wish i was different, and nothing else."

"well maybe if you contacted your family more, things would change."

"i do talk to you guys, just not you and owen. don't you ever think that you guys might be the issue?"

"that's so selfish of you, karla. what, can you not face the truth we tell you?"

the mafia boss stood up from her seat. "listen, i'm not talking about this anymore. every time you do this, i give you space and hope that maybe you'll change. at this point, i'm just wasting my time."

"karla, please stay. we can work through this," samuel begged.

"dad, you know it's useless too. what's the point of saying the same thing over and over if things won't get any better? it's been like this ever since i've become the head of the mafia, and you know it!"

gently holding gwendolyn's hand, she stormed out of the confined room, leaving her family behind.

the two of them walked in silence, gwen wanted to give karla some space, but also didn't want her to feel alone.

"sorry." karla finally said. "i didn't mean for that to happen. really, i didn't. i told you that me and my family don't get along."

"karla, you don't need to apologize." gwen started. "sometimes people's views of you just don't change as much as you wish they would."

"i thought things would be different this time, you know? i have a girlfriend that i truly value, and... i just thought that..."

gwendolyn cupped her cheeks. "i understand that." she pressed a light kiss to the bridge of karla's nose and gave her a reassuring smile. "some people will never be pleased with who you are today, even if you're ten times more successful than you are today."

"i just wish things were different." karla plopped her head in the crook of gwen's neck. "am i being stupid right now?"

"of course not!" gwen rested a manicured hand onto karla's back. "take as much time as you need."

a smirk appeared on karla's face. "if i were to do that, we would be in the bedroom by now."

"oh my gosh." gwendolyn quickly covered the mafia boss' mouth. "you can't just say that with no shame! what if someone heard that?"

"actually, uh.. ms. valetin?"

the couple turned their heads to a timid servant, fingers fiddling with their button-up collar, eyes bugged with the sight in front of them. "i don't want to interrupt but, uh... dinner is being served."

gwen's face burned red and yanked her hand away from karla's mouth.

"how unfortunate." commented karla, intertwining their fingers together. "lead the way then."

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okay, this sucks.

she had sat next to karla who had been dragged away by her "business" partners, so gwen was left alone.

honestly, she would love to talk with madeline, but she was too busy giggling and falling head over heels for cj.

i mean, i can't be irritated about that in the first place. gwen thought to herself. he's a good-looking guy, and she likes him...

yet while sitting in her self-pity, a familiar redhead popped up beside her.

"gwendolyn?" scarlett greeted.

the said girl lifted her head from hearing her name, and returned the smile. "hi, scarlett! it's so nice to see you."

"same here. you look beautiful tonight." she knelt to kiss the top of gwen's hand, gently. "i feel like we haven't talked in a long time."

"yeah, we haven't. but i've been busy with things lately." gwendolyn looked up at scarlett and examined her face. "why does your face seem different than usual?"

scarlett raised an eyebrow. "is that a bad or good thing?"

"it just looks kinda... swelled up, almost like you had a black eye. did you hurt yourself lately?"

her face seemed to pale. "no... not recently anyways. i just got into a situation, that's all."

"you must've done something bad to get a bruise like that. did you win at least?"

"well," scarlett paused. "it was one-sided."

gwendolyn held back a laugh. "is that your way of saying you lost?"

"whatever, that's not important anymore." scarlett quickly changed the conversation. "are you ready for the after-party?"

i just wanted to go sleep after this.

but seeing that there was no one else around for her to talk to, gwendolyn indulged herself in the futile conversation.

to try and get herself out of the conversation, she strained a smile at scarlett. "one second, i've got to go to the restroom."

"would you like me to—"

"oh, no! you're fine. it shouldn't take me long."

grabbing the skirt of her dress, she scurried out of the dining room.

success!

she endlessly walked down the regal halls, admiring the artwork on the wall.

gosh, that was boring. i'll talk with her later if i can.

"que voulez-vous maintenant?" karla sighed.
(what do you want now?)

"tu sais de quoi je parle. ne sois pas stupide."
(you know what i'm talking about. don't be dumb.)

"owen, nous n'avons pas parlé depuis des mois. ne suppose pas que je sais pourquoi tu es en colère maintenant."
(we haven't spoken in months. don't assume that i know what you're mad about now.)

and right after i walk out of a boring conversation, i walk into a heated one. gwendolyn found herself standing awkwardly in the hallway, not wanting to take another step before she got caught.

"you're trying to surpass me." owen finally said.

"what?"

"you're trying to be better than me."

"i know what that word means, asshat. i'm surprised that from all the things in this world to be mad about, that is what you choose?"

"mom doesn't even like you that much, so why is she even bothering you in the first place?"

"does it look like i know? even if i did, doesn't that mean you need to do better if you're so insulted by this?"

owen snorted. "you're not supposed to have all the spotlight, we've talked about this before."

"and how am i supposed to control that? you didn't even want to do this job in the first place! it had to be one of the three of us, and you made it clear that it wasn't going to be you."

"you could've helped me out or something! with all that fame you have, you could've helped me starting out!"

"what? no! the mafia isn't some kind of business promotion place, jackass. it's been in our family for decades." she paused. "besides, no one wants to buy your stupid resin nightlights anyways."

her words resulted in a sharp gasp from owen, who stepped closer and pointed his finger in karla's face.

"remember this then." owen sneered "you're nothing but a little french girl. you're nothing compared to me."

"okay, whatever. are you done wasting my time now?"

that was the last of it all, as owen had already stormed off, the sounds of his shoes clicking down the hallway.

he was mad at her for... not promoting his brand of plastic? the more she tried to think about it, the more it made her head hurt from trying to make any sense of that mess.

right as she was about to walk down the halls to try and find her way back to the dining hall, she ran into a hard chest.

"ma fleur? what are you doing out here?"
(my flower?)

crap.

"i, was, uh... just trying to—"

"no need to come up with a lie. you heard everything, didn't you?" karla chuckled and kissed her cheek. "guess i can't hide anything from you for long, can i?"

"sorry, sorry. i really didn't mean to intrude, but i didn't want him to do anything bad to you or—"

"i promise you, if he ever  tried it with me, i'd kill him with my bare hands." her face darkened just by the thought of the situation. "but i'm happy you worry about me."

"are you sure you're okay? he was saying some kinda scary stuff..."

"don't worry about it, what he said is nothing. just trash talk. " karla looked down at gwendolyn. let's get out of this hellhole, he just ruined my mood."

"but wait," gwendolyn hesitated. "what about your business stuff? they're gonna know that we're not there, and you might get in trouble or something!"

"hm, i guess you're right." karla pulled gwen into a hug against her chest. "but they should know we're lovers, no?"

"but... but..."

karla feigned a pout. "is this your way of saying you don't want to be around me?

"what? no! i like being around you!"

"i did have a little present for you." karla leaned down to her ear. "but by now, you should know it isn't little, yes?

🌹🌹🌹

without a moment's notice, gwen had been pushed onto the silky sheets of karla's bed. the glint in her eyes glowed even brighter than usual, filled with desire.

karla knelt down and connected their lips. she licked gwen's bottom lip, resulting in the girl obediently opening her mouth and letting the tongue slip inside.

their tongues danced in a steady rhythm, never disconnecting from one another. drool dribbled out from the side of gwen's lip, the freckled girl pushing herself into the kiss more.

drunk on her lips, is there even a better way to die?

electric sparks trailed down straight to her womanhood, and she suddenly felt suffocated from the fabric against her skin.

"karla," gwen whined."

"oh, sweet girl." karla placed her legs between gwen's thighs. "you want it off, hm?"

"please, please! pretty please?"

"no need to rush, love." karla teased. "it was coming off one way or another."

she slowly found the zipper to the back of the dress and opened it. just enough to graze her finger against gwendolyn's back, cold fingers leaving a small tickle.

i want more than just your touch!

she was messing with her completely, gwen's composure completely lost. her heavy breath trembled as a single note begging for harmony.

luckily for her, karla was perfectly on key.

"look at you, all laid out for me." karla set her hands on the freckled girl's legs, trailing up to the main course.

gwen's pussy throbbed. her juices soaked the material covering her lips. she watched as karla feasted upon her, yet her eyes focused on something specific. something lace and wet.

"s-sunshine?"

"yes, my love?"

"d-do you like them? m-my..."

"your pretty lace down here?" karla rubbed her finger against them, a small squeak coming from gwen. "i love them."

the compliment made gwen's heart burst. she'd gotten them for her after all.

"but... i love them a little too much."

in one swift motion, they were off. poor, pretty gwen was spread out on the bed— bra only.

her breath hitched while karla's finger's danced up to her core. two fingers were about to slide in, and gwen held the urge not to slide herself onto them.

"you want these fingers, don't you?" karla slowly pushed her fingers in, but took them right out. "but i want to do something different."

at this point, i'll take anything you give me.

"baby, do you know what a blowjob is?" the fingers once at her core were now gripped around gwendolyn's chin.

gwen melted in karla's touch and shook her head.

the mafia boss pecked her lips and moved to the edge of the bed. "come. get on your knees in front of me. i'll be your first."

a whimper was held in gwen's throat, yet she followed the instructions given.

karla pulled her dress up, exposing her bulge covered by her boxers.

"go ahead, pull it down. you want to see her, don't you?"

gwen's hand trembled out to karla's lower abdomen. the hem of the briefs scrunched up in her fists as she pulled it down.

karla's cock popped in front of her face, all in its glory.

she'd never been so close to it before.

"don't be nervous," purred karla. "start with your hands."

heat burned under her skin while she reached out to the member, touching it with one hand.

the shaft perked up immediately from one touch. from seeing the movement, encouraged gwendolyn to continue.

"you're getting there, baby. now move your hands up and down."

gwen nodded her lead nervously: she understood completely.

she stroked karla slowly, teasing her but also experimenting with the new reactions she'd receive with every touch.

grunts, gasps, and sighs spilled out of karla's lips. "mhm, you're doing good... t-that's it."

as gwen's hands jerked the tip faster rhythmically, a thought flashed through her mind.

what if i just...

gwendolyn leaned down and lapped at the tip. she kissed it, watching a precum dribble from the silt right before she went back in with her tongue gliding in circles.

"fuck," karla grunted.

gwen looked up at her, big eyes filled with mischief— as if her pouty lips weren't pressed against a cockhead, perfect for blowing.

so she did it.

gwendolyn wrapped her plump lips around karla's cock, making sure to look at her the whole way.

the length of her shaft went farther down her wet throat with every inch, the occasional gag here and there.

"d-don't force yourself, y-you're doing amazing. take it sl—"

gwendolyn let out a moan at the praise and moved her head faster. her lips, slick and swollen, leaked out drool onto her chin. her tongue swirled around— she realized karla loved that.

at this point, karla wouldn't it while engulfed in the wet heat.

for the more moans that emitted from her, the faster gwen tried to go. the tightness of the throat consuming her body, as she found herself thrusting up into the tight warmth.

gwendolyn stopped bobbing her head at one point, still feeling karla's member twitching in her throat.

but it wouldn't stop for karla.

she gripped the back of gwen's head and bucked her hips right into her mouth.

the fucked girl sputtered against the cock, the face-fucking almost reaching her limits.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. i'm going to cum," karla growled.

"and you'll take every. last. drop."

karla forced gwen's head down as one final thrust broke the dam of self-control.

hot cum shot down gwen's throat, some liquid spilling from the corners and trickling down her slimy chin.

"aw, baby. look at you," taunted karla. "eyes all watery, mouth fucked with cum, face all messy."

karla snuck a kiss onto gwen's lips and laughed. "you missing one more thing though, love."

she leaned over gwendolyn and nipped at her earlobe.

"you need some cum pumped into that cunt of yours to be satisfied, no?"

before she could grasp a hold of the situation, gwen was thrown onto the bed, ass up.

karla hovered over gwen's body, tracing a finger down her back. "for that being your first blowjob, you did very well. you're such a tease."

the freckled girl squirmed under her touch feverishly.

"but i've got something for you."

with no hesitation, karla slammed her dick into gwen's cunt.

the familiar shaft filled up every crevice in her body at once, the poor girl emitting strangled moans under her breath.

every time karla pulled out to do another hit, pools of pussy juice dropped onto the bed. as she continued to pound mercilessly, the wet, lewd noises of pussy echoed in the room.

gwen felt embarrassed as she listened, causing her to slow down.

"don't get all shy on me now." karla said, thrusting into her to empathize. "you could blow me just fine earlier."

gwendolyn sucked in a sharp breath and readjusted herself. "'m tired, sunshine."

"mhm," responded karla. "and we'll be done once i cum."

if karla was going fast before, then she must've been going easy. she now jackhammered her cock in and out, rolling her hips with ease against gwen's walls.

"karla! oh my god— please..." gwendolyn begged, toes curling as the overstimulation ticked up to her brain.

the mafia boss was hungry to reach her high, all energy focused on the right heat around her.

gwen could feel karla's hips stutter. and even with her face full of dried cum, tears, and drool, one message was clear:

she's gonna cum.

and how right she was.

one final powerful thrust, hot cum flooded inside her— allowing her to reach her high.

her eyes rolled back, milking every last drop of her seed.

"ngh— karla!"

her body flopped onto the bed, out of karla's grasp. right before her eyes closed, she heard karla laugh and pull her body closer.

"my pretty flower, sleepy and fucked."