Illicit Obsession. Part 12

Chrissy's POV

“It means I did something pretty crazy, and I’m not sure how I even pulled it off.”

“Girl, you better tell me what’s going on, or I’ll knock over your display again. And this time I’ll make sure something breaks!” she threatens.

“Okay, okay, fine” I relent, before taking a deep breath. “I may have substituted myself for one of Brad’s sex dolls. Again. It’s a long story, but it was amazing.” Elissa nearly knocks the display over again in shock, but I catch the table just in time to prevent another mess.

“Are you serious?” she gasps, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock, confusion, amusement, and admiration. “How? Why again? OMG, Chrissy. You have to tell me everything.” I lower my voice and confess my shenanigans. I tell Elissa all about how I pulled the same trick once more, except this time, we engaged in hard-core backdoor action.

“You must be shitting me,” Elissa says in a low voice, her jaw practically on the ground.