Little Red Riding Witch

sal

with Enchantra,” bellows from across the room

e full of artificial flowers. Not that I had to worry about it breaking. Ev

on the lenses of my practical, yet stylish, glasses. “We cannot delay the filming any long

as my mom's assistant, this ki

lmed and edited by the end of this week!”

iving him a backward w

nd ready to go, tell

er natural tendency towards procrastination is enhanced by stress-induced anxiety, she is a nightmare to

eup, her face red and blotchy. We lost half a day of filming to her foul mood. This time, who knows what it could be? Maybe they put t

disiac,” my mother had expla

be either “dramatic” or “sexy.”

n, boring, shy daughter with

ure to remind me that I am the most

boyfriend, Hunter. Lately, I’ve gotten the feeling that he might be trying to break up with me. I’m a bit hurt, but not entirely surprised. Boys never stayed interested in me for v

to rush off to rehearse with his band. I know that keeping a relationship alive when both parties seem to be overwhelmed can be difficult, but I have been willing to do whatever is needed to make it work. I even took time off from school to help his band with f

what th

er's dressing room, “Enchantra Grey” written across it in a bold, cursive font. As I lift my hand to knock, I stop

ag

lf, I bang on the door. “Mother!! Y

tarted to grow louder, as if tu

harder. “You need to finish up, NOW

ing and moaning stopped. A minute later, my mom opened her doo

gles. I don't know why, nothing

...” I look down at my w

d breasts, even with her hand holding it shut. I can easily see th

at her crotch playfully. “Stop it!” she slaps

yes behind my glasses I try to er

all attention on the person behind her. “Now shoo” she dismisse

say under

hallway when I hear a masculine chu

ce, my heartbeat loud

rough-edged

cking on the door again, I get no response other than increasing moans. Taking another deep bre

floor in a fit of passion, her legs in the air in a wide V shape. Between her legs is

of his bleach-blond hair in response. My cheeks are flushed red with both embarrassment and anger. She begi

, I rush outside of the

removed Hunter's contac

I began