Charlie Jade never thought she'd be a polygamist, let alone someone's 7th wife 🙄, yet here she is... and she loves it.
Story Compilation will include fics written by me for other sisters.
Stories will jump from past to present tense and that's bec...
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It was on sight.
Josephine was ready to give up the draws to the Starbucks barista. There seemed to only be two working and one was a skiny twenty-something white guy with curly blonde hair, a close shave, and a tattoo on the side of his neck that kept trying to reveal itself through the collar of his black button down.
Jojo lowered her tinted sunglasses to view his blue eyes unobstructed. He stood at about 6'3.. 6'5 which was perfect since she was 5'10 and unattracted to anything under 6'1.
He tapped the register showing the customer the price, taking their money before moving the line along. A quiet king. Jojo was sold.
She moved her glasses to the top of her head and as he moved around, she watched him calmly assemble a two sandwich/three drink order. That was when she noticed his hearing aid and decided she'd moan so loudly in his ear during sex that he'd have to keep it turned off.
Jojo's turn to order came. The barista's chin lifted to her and she leaned closer to look into his ocean blue eyes before scanning over his skinny but muscular arms. His name tag read Logan.
"Logan..," she smiled, eyes sparkling with shameless flirtation. "I want one of you, can you bring me that?"
His sleeves were rolled up and she could see the blonde hairs on his forearms. It looked like he had makeup on his wrist covering another tattoo. He smiled as if his day had been made.
"Tall Caramel Snickerdoodle Macchiato," she ordered leaning in just a bit more at the counter to display her cleavage.
He shrugged as if he'd speak but Josephine quickly realized that 1) he couldn't and 2) he was confused.
"Secret Menu," she clarified.
He shook his head in confusion.
"Tall soy caramel macchiato upside down with two pumps vanilla and two pumps cinnamon dolce," she said quickly while adjusting her glistening cleavage and drawing his eye for an instant until he redirected himself. He had self control which Jojo liked, but she also knew how to break that up. She wanted him sooner than later. Quickly he began putting the drink together himself with great care despite the queue of people in line behind her. That was when she gave him her super-white smile. In no time, his number was on her cup in sharpie and Jojo had walked out into the sunshine, sipping with a new man at her disposal. It was a great day.
Josephine fantasized briefly about what his dick might look like. She had every intention of sucking the pale out of her new caucasian boy toy, but she also had a motive.
The longer Josephine thought and smiled her coke white smile, the easier it was to decide that he'd be the perfect underling to draft into her plan of Halloween mischief. She skipped in the sunlight, her skin glinting. By the time she got back to her car and slid into the driver's seat to start it, she was giddy.
