<div style="text-align: justify;">Becca was, indeed, bad business.<br/><br/>Heck, she epitomized “bad business”. For a brief spell earlier that year, she had gotten into drug-dealing. Minor stuff, really, just some weed and acids and… anyway, things got a little out of hand – things <em>always</em> got a little out of hand when it came to Becca’s schemes – and the rumour reached some big shot around their neighbourhood. Someone who hadn’t been happy at all to learn that a twenty-something-year-old girl had suddenly become a competitor. Then the shit hit the fan and, had it not been for Mike, Becca’s boyfriend at the time who stepped in to mediate the whole thing, maybe she wouldn’t have gotten away with so little.<br/><br/>Luck. Life was a matter of luck, Becca thought. Poor life choices? No fucking way. The tides will turn, eventually.<br/><br/>“You know what,” Becca chimed in. “We don’t care. I’m not Irene – my real name’s Becca. And this is Nicole right here. And then there’s Lily, she’s the one you can’t see ‘cause she’s behind the camera. She’s <em>so</em> shy, y’know? But she’s cute as fuck! Nicole and I will try our best to get her on camera. To play with us. Meanwhile…”<br/><br/>Meanwhile Becca had her hands pressed against Nicole’s breast. <em>Ka-boom</em>, Becca’s brain let out while her fingers began exploring the heaps of skin – of <em>naked</em> skin – under her flatmate’s shirt. They were… nice. They were soft. To the touch, they felt larger than she had imagined. “Jesus…”, she groaned – and that was so out of character. Then she saw Lily right over her shoulder, and she smiled.<br/><br/>“God, her tits are… I mean, wow,” the brunette let out. It was unclear, however, whether it was the audience she was addressing. Or whether she was telling this to Lily…<br/></div>