Leila | Trevor
Sarah | Other
❝Trevor!❞
[ No answer. ]
❝TREVOR 'THE CONDOM GOD' TANNER!❞
❝ . . . ❞
❝Why isn't he ready yet?❞
[ Leila climbs the stairs to the fifth level, her ass saying no to each step she takes. ]
❝God, where is he?❞
[ In Ur-anus, maybe? ]
❝I'm just going to ignore the narrator and search my pockets if I kept his house number. . . . ❞
[ Suddenly, she hears loud moans coming out from a room in the distant. Leila's senses jingle like her own jingle bells and she paces forward. ]
❝AHH, STOP!❞
❝Trevor!❞
❝LEILA? HEL—ummpphh!❞
❝Someone is inside there with him. . . . ❞
[ Leila budges the door to his apartment with her body. She twists the doorknob but it's locked. She keeps on ramming the door and finally it opens. ]
❝Oh my God, what the actual f—❞
[ Her worst nightmare comes true: The thug leader is literally destroying Trevor. But this time, Leila is no longer afraid. ]
❝You sick psycho! Get away from my Trevor!❞
❝Hey, look! It's the Miss Delivery Girl!❞
[ The beefy rapist pushes Trevor off of the bed and zips his pants. Leila takes advantage and charges towards him, grabbing the hem of his shirt before landing a kick in his balls. When he bows down in pain, she kicks him in the stomach. ]
❝Fuck off, or I'll bring you to the police. It's your choice.❞
❝Okay, okay! I'm sorry.❞
[ He suddenly starts crying and zayns away from Trevor's place. ]
❝Wow, Leila. Just . . . wow.❞
❝I guess it'd be useful against Sebastian someday. And . . . ❞
[ Trevor forgets to wear his pants and literally stands there with his buddy hanging freely. Leila's jaws drop upon the sight of the majestic Eiffel Tower in front of her. Le gasp. ]
[ Don't worry, this won't be a daddy kink. ]
❝Damn, daddy. . . . Hot as fuck.❞
❝OH SHIT, LEILA! DON'T LOOK AT ME.❞
[ He wears his blue jeans and fixes his white shirt, tainted by confessions of a rapist. ]
❝Why did you let him screw you, Trevor?!❞
❝I had no choice. He was mad at me because I defended you the other day and it's either giving in or getting myself killed.❞
❝You could just call the goddamn police!❞
❝He threatened to find you and kill you if I do.❞
❝. . . So, are you okay now?❞
❝Yeah.❞
❝Are you sure? Don't want me to examine if it's already torn apart into a meteor pit?❞
❝Yes, I am. Now, can we please get to the concert?❞
❝Right. I need to call Miss Sarah first.❞
❝ . . . ❞
❝Miss Sarah, just get to the stadium. Me and Trevor will catch up later.❞
❝Is everything alright?❞
❝Yeah, yeah. It's just a . . . major butthole crisis, nothing more.❞
❝Okay, Manisha is literally having a psychotic fangirl stage here. I may need to give her tranquilizers—OH, JUST SHUT UP, YOU HOE!❞
❝Hello?❞
❝YOU NEED TO CALM YOUR TITS DOW—❞
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Miss Delivery Girl
Short StoryMcDonald's delivery worker Leila Nasser finds herself forming the unlikeliest bond in the world with Trevor Tanner, a condom seeker too lewd for his own good, though he does have his own charms. But is the risk worth taking? #1 in Short Story | five...
