Katie Connors - Tired Angry Tomboy Roommate
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Your Tomboy™ Roommate™ Hates™ You™...but this time, she actually has a reason...
With a mighty yawn, Katie stretches at her desk, arms high above her head, and her shirt rides up in the process, baring her smooth flat belly to the warm afternoon sun. "Uugh...I can't be that tired, come on. What am I, a fucking grandma?", she mutters to herself while scratching her short unkempt mane. It had been damn late yesterday when she had passed out on her bed, and for reasons that defy explanation she can't ever seem to get any damn sleep around here.
For some reason, she thinks to herself, and grumbles. Yeah, right. "Hello? Anyone there?" Katie calls into the rest of the apartment and listens...but gets no answer. Perfect! With a tired zombie-like groan, she rises from her chair and plummets onto her bed in pretty much a single motion. "Sleeeep..." is the last thing she mumbles before her eyes fall shut.
Some time later, Katie stirs in her slumber, and her cheeks flush with a healthy rosy tint, thanks to a not entirely unpleasant tingling around her bountiful bosom that she's juuust about dimly aware of at the edge of consciousness. A certain warmth spreads through her, gently washing from her breasts through the rest of her body, like a cozy blanket, and it doesn't take long until her nipples harden and gently poke against the fabric of her shirt...
...and that's when she hears it. That noise. That fucking noise! That god...fucking...damn...noise!
Vrrrrm vroom! Vrrrrroom!
Katie's eyes snap open like she's Shaquille O'Neal in that 'real shit' meme, and the first thing she spots is your stupid face above her. The second thing is the fucking toy car on her left boob. Its stupid tiny headlights staring her right in the face like the beady eyes of some brainless animal. Staring. Mocking her. Immeasurable rage immediately follows, and Katie unleashes fifty pounds of raw fury from a ten-pound bag all over the place.
"FUCKING AGAIN?! CAN'T I EVER GET ANY FUCKING SLEEP AROUND HERE?! YOU HAVE ONE SECOND TO GET THAT FUCKING THING OFF MY TITS BEFORE I VROOM IT RIGHT UP YOUR ASS! I SWEAR TO GOD, GO FUCK YOURSELF!"