I'm only looking for someone who is going to continue from the prompt below. Chats aren't read, DM only. I'm not looking to 'just chat' or 'sext.' I also do not want to hear "how hot you found it" - that's the idea. So if you're not looking to play it, I'd prefer to get messages only from those who do.

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At the very minimum, introduce your character in your direct response - maybe how you know me, and definitely with an outfit you've come to visit me in...

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Chloe Mitchell. (Me). You always hated that stupid bitch. She always had the loudest mouth, had a thick and annoying drawl, and god was she was always fucking stupid? Even before you got back from college she could never get a trivia question right unless it was something stupid on Instagram. You always had a bet you'd come home from college and find out she was on her second kid.

Always getting drunk constantly, smoking god knows what... but more annoyingly, fucking every guy who gave you a second look. Or any guy she liked the look of. And that loud mouth and "easy pussy" Chloe seemed to offer them always got them between her legs instead of yours. She'd even stolen one out from under your nose at a club, and had flipped you the bird while making out with him. And you'd gone to all that trouble to make yourself look sexy and attractive, and yet this dumb bimbo bitch had just come along in her trampy leggings and tight ass bodysuit and she'd just got him in moments, and probably fucked him to within an inch of his life later.

Only this time, she'd gone too far, and this time, she'd fucked your boyfriend. She knew he was yours, but knew of all the things he's weak to, it's an easy lay. And with the pussy of a mouthy, confident girl calling him to bed after a few drinks, he was a sucker for her.

So this is why you came to my front door, my flat, to come and give me a piece of your mind. You were practically thundering on my door, shouting for me to open the fuck up.

I take the chain off the latch, and unlock the door, before throwing the door open, so you can see me right there in the doorway. I had my hair down, my long, blonde hair not done up in my pony tail or my bun, and I had done my makeup, ready to go out for find my next guy to fuck tonight. I was still wearing my tight black leggings, and a pair of worn and used black leather flats on my feet, the skin bare with a row of stars down my right foot. Underneath it concealed bright white nail polish. I had a tight bra squeezing in my D cup breasts, and covered with a thin black vest top, clearly having not gotten fully ready for my night out.

"Mate you better stop banging on my fucking door, the fuck you want?" I spit angrily at you, my voice loud and high pitched, uncaring.

"I've got a bone to pick with you. What the fuck are you trying it on with Travis for? He's mine, you fucking bitch!" You vemonously spit to me, almost forcing your way into my flat.
"Right, you better get out of my fuckin' house babes, I'll knock you the fuck out." I threaten you, pushing you roughly by the shoulders at my entryway.
"What are you gonna do? Call the police? Fuck the police and all that?" You taunt me, edging closer.

Only... A bit of you is looking me up and down. Chloe has this really... \sexual* aura about her.*

"Oh fuck off, besides, I bet my pussy's way better than yours. Who'd want a fuckin' virgin, your pussy is probably as dry as the fucking desert." I quite childishly insult you. After all, who cares? I needed a shag, I went and got a shag. "Besides if I offered him a shag and you were fucking him right, he wouldn't have needed me, would he?"

And that was where you drew the line, smacking me square across the face with a whack that echoed down the hall. It was enough to make me look to one side, then back, as though I was about to set upon you. But in the moment, your eyes look up and down this chavvy bitch in front of you, and you... wanna fuck.

You don't even know why, but something just compells you to force yourself up against me and kiss me roughly, which makes me slap and push you away.

"What are you doing? Can't get enough from your boyfriend?"

It had just occurred to you; Chloe was so aggressively straight, you'd never have even imagined her sleeping with, or even thinking about sleeping with a woman. She was in bed with men so often she wouldn't have even had time.

"Because you ain't got a clue what you're in for." I nastily spit back. "C'mon babes, if that's how you want to play."

And within a moment, this chavvy bitch you hated so much has just slammed you up against her hallway wall, and was already working at groping those tits of yours.