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She looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back at her and watched her smile turn into a wicked little grin. She came over and laid down with me and lightly stroked my cheek. That’s when I noticed that my face felt a little sore, especially around my mouth.

She said, “we’re due at Monica’s party soon, so get shaved and showered, lover boy.” And again there was that wicked little smirky grin. I got up and went into the bathroom. As soon as I saw my face in the mirror, I realized what she was smirking about. That damn lace had scratched up my face and my cheeks were red and sore, especially around my lips. Even the tip of my nose was red. Damn! As I leaned in closer for a better look, I could see that the scratch lace had left an imprint on both of my cheeks. Shit!! I turned on the water and started washing my face with a washcloth, trying to remove the lace imprint. Damn it hurt, but no amount of scrubbing would help.

I went back to the bedroom and shouted at my girlfriend, “Look what you did to my face!”

She burst out laughing and said, “It serves you right for bringing home those cheap sleazy slut panties. You wanted me to wear them for you and I did, so what’s your problem?”

“My problem is that damn lace scratched up my face and look you can see the imprint of it around my mouth.”

“So what?” she said.

“So what??” I can’t go out like this, I may even have to stay home from work until this goes away.”

“But we have to go to Monica’s party, she’s expecting us and as her best friend, I can’t not show up at her creampie party to celebrate her new promotion. So get over it and just get dressed, we’re going to be late.”

“You’ll have to go without me” I said. “I can’t go with this on my face.”

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She stared coldly at me and through gritted teeth, she said, “if you don’t go, not only will I leave your sorry ass, I’ll take those Polaroid’s with me and pass them around at the creampie party so everyone can see you in all your shameless glory.”

I was stunned. I knew what Polaroid’s she was referring to. We had been to a costume party and she had goaded me into going as a hooker, complete with makeup, wig and tight short skirt, not to mention the high heels. When we returned home, I was drunk and she was toying with me. I was horny as hell and she wouldn’t let me fuck her until I agreed to let her have a bit of fun with me. She clicked photos with her Polaroid as I swished around the room like a flirty whore. After awhile, I kind of got into it and she kept escalating things until she had pics of me sucking her big rubber dildo and pretending to take it up my ass. I was so drunk, I didn’t care. I just wanted to get laid, but in the end, I didn’t. I finally just passed out. While I was asleep, she had posed me for more pics that were even more embarrassing than the others. She had hidden them away after showing them to me and I had forgotten about them. Now she was threatening to show them to our friends!! She said she might even send them to my secretary and my boss!! I couldn’t let that happen, I begged her not to do it, but she was adamant. I either go to that damn party with her or else!

“But how will explain these marks on my face?”

“If anybody gets a close look, they will see the lace imprint!” She just grinned. “So what’s it going to be lover boy? You coming to the creampie party or do I get my photo album out?”

“Be reasonable, honey. I can’t show my face like this. What will I say when they ask about it?”

“I don’t care what you say; tell them the truth.” “I can’t do that!”

“No? Well I can.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Alright, I won’t say anything about it and you can tell whatever story you want to, okay? Now get your ass showered and shaved and dressed, because we’re going to this creampie party! Understand, Panty Face?”

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