Alpha's Bet

Fuck. In my earthquake of orgasms, I must have bit my inner cheek. I pushed my tongue into my cheek. Yep. Swollen. Bleeding. Shit. Oh well it was worth it. I wiped, pulled up my jeans, and opened the stall door. Damn, that sobered me up. I felt fine.

I examined myself in the mirror. I wasn’t wearing my glasses today, and I had just chopped all of my hair off, so Heather and I appeared to be sisters; not twins. I stood and admired myself. I turned sideways. I swiveled and glanced over my shoulder. I was kind of curvy, but I looked damn good. Damn good. My ass was round and fat, my boobs were big, but I didn’t have an ounce of fat. A blond haired skinny Kim Kardashian. Randy had always told Heather she was built for fucking.

Proud of my newfound sobriety and my gorgeous looks, I walked to the table.

“You alright?” Heather asked as I was sitting down.

“Great,” I said as I scanned the table for a glass of water.

“You were gone a while. You…you didn’t?”

I nodded.

“I swear. How many?” she a