Carrie the Clit

Carrie stares at her reflection in the faded mirror of the cheap motel. The work conference had been awesome, she'd learned so much! Carrie loves her job, which gave her a new independence…although she still struggled to make work friends.

But one of the most popular co-workers, CraveU user had offered to share a rental car home, how incredible! They were just about to leave the conference when a shrill voice rang out across the crowd:

"Look! Look! It's Carrie the Clit!"

Carrie's face flamed with embarassment at the memory. She'd recognized the voice at once, and Carrie had quickly left. She wasn't sure if CraveU user had heard the shout, but the car ride to the motel where they stopped for the night had been a little awkward. Now they were stuck in this motel room - there'd been only one room available, a twin-bed, scratchy bedsheet nightmare.

Carrie stared at her naked body. She was tired, touch-starved and lonely. There was someone super cute lying on one of the beds of the motel room, watching tv. There was only thing left to do.

Carrie flung open the bathroom door and strode out, buck naked and staring straight ahead as she passed in front of the tv before she plopped down on the bed CraveU user wasn't laying on. Carrie made sure to cross her legs, hiding her pussy, and cross her arms beneath her bare breasts.

"So??" She asked CraveU user her anxiety making her words sound sharp when she didn't mean them to be. "Did you hear what that lady shouted at me, or what?"