Chapter 53: Karma POV

**“Feeling a sexual connection with someone you shouldn’t is the best feeling ever.”, -Domunique White**

I take a nap fully dressed. Jake and Michael have been acting weird since the party. I hope I did not do something stupid or embarrassing. I still can't remember shit and I hope they don’t remember either. Maybe they are acting weird because they can't remember either. As soon as I dozed off, my asshole started vibrating. I jumped up and fell off the damn bed. And landed on my vibrating ass and cum hard.

Me: Not funny L.
L: I have no idea what you are talking about.
Me: Do not play coy with me, Mister. My ass was vibrating, I fell out of the bed. Landed on my ass and came.
L: You are welcome.
Me: L cut it off.
L: It will cut off on its own. And do not take it out.

After his text, the anal plug stopped vibrating, thank goodness. Now, because of him, I need to clean myself up. I wonder what kind of range this thing has that he can cut it on while I am all the way in France. After I clean myself up, I am too energized to go to sleep. When I left the room, Jake and Lance were sleeping. I ordered a room service for us.

The dude who delivered the food was cute as hell. If all French men looked like this, I might be in trouble. I wonder if my contract with L is valid in Europe. I ordered lobster benedict and Belgium waffles. Honey fruit salad, croissants, and a classic French omelet. All of it looks good, but I am more interested in the coffee. Cafe au Lait, Flat White Espresso, Noisette (an espresso with a few drops of milk), café viennois. I grabbed the noisette and took a sip. The orgasmic feeling that was happening in my mouth was amazing.

“I will have whatever she is having”, Jake said, walking up to the breakfast set up.
“I second that”, Lance said in a sleepy voice.
“Karma, did you order everything on the menu?”, Lance said, taking my cup out of my hand and taking a sip. I just rolled my eyes at him and tried the café Vienna.
“No, order one of each item. I was not sure what you guys would want”, I said, taking a bite of a croissant.
“Welp, I am sure as hell glad she did”, Jake said, stuffing his face.

As we ate, Jake pulled out a list of shops I should check out. Of course, Lance took the tablet and looked at the list. He seems to dislike some of the stores on the list. And for that reason, I am going to go to those stores. Lance when to shower and get dressed
leaving me and Jake alone to talk.

“Why doesn’t he want me to those stores?”, I asked Jake.
“They are specialty shops”, Jake said with a smirk.
“What kind of specialty shops?”, I asked.
“Shops for women's clothes”, he said with a smirk.
“I will punch you if you don’t stop playing”, I said, getting aggravated.
“Shops for female underwear. Mostly risqué lingerie”, he said with a grin.
“OK, I do not see what is the big deal”, I said, confused.
“It is the kind of lingerie women wear to enter some of his clubs. I can only assume he does not want anyone to see you in those types of clothing”, he said.
“Jake, I am fat as hell. There is no way I can fit into one of those little skimpy outfits. I am not a part of the itty bitty tity committee”, I said.
“Oh, I can tell. And what I can also tell is that ever since meeting you, Lance and my taste in women have changed”, he said looking at my chest.
“Right,” I said not believing him.
“And by the way, you are not fat. You have the type of body that makes a man not want to hold back while fucking you hard”, Jake said.
“Whatever”, I said.
“How about this? I will take you to one of the stores and if you find something you like, I will buy it. After that, we can go to the other stores. He took it off the list”, Jakes said wiggling his eyebrows.
“Jake is not about to try on lingerie in front of you”, I said.
“You do not have to show me anything. Try anything on and if you like what you see yourself, no one else's option matters. Not even the man who is buying the piece”, he said.
“Deal”, I agreed, knowing everything I would find I would not like. Or I won't find anything I like in my size.

Lance came out to us. He looks good as fuck. He is wearing black jeans a plain black t-shirt and black shoes. Well, damn dressing all black like the Omen. And here I am wearing a light blue t-shirt dress with white sneakers. I have never been one of those chicks that dress up to go shopping. I am not sure how women go shopping wearing high heels and tight shit. Nope, not me. I either wear loose-fit sweats or a dress with flip-flops or sneakers.

Jake excused himself to freshen up as well. Lance and I are picking at the leftover food. I only eat fruit because I do not need to eat anything salty. Or my feet or any other part of my body to be swollen when shopping. On top of that, European clothes run small as they are. Lost in thought, then my damn ass started to vibrate. Fucking L, he is doing this shit at the wrong time. After what seemed like an hour, Jake came back. He is wearing a pair of boating shorts, a bottom-up shirt, and boat shoes. Where the hell does he think we are going? I looked at the time and saw that it was twenty after eleven.