FFF - How long?

I'm late to the party, but I'd still like to join.  Very nice pic, Advizor.  Here goes...

Key Word - Waiting
Word Limit -250 exactly

No extra words

Forbidden Words - boredom, enui

Ridiculous,.  She'd been waiting for hours.  It was meant to be a joke.  He always made cracks about those stupid "no shirt, no shoes, no service" signs, so here she sat... shirt, shoes, and waiting to be serviced.  He never showed, not that it was a shock.  Maybe he was doing some servicing on the side now.  Fuck, he didn't even get her off last time they were together.  

She reached over and grabbed her phone.  No texts, no missed calls.  This was the last time.  A bright, devious glimmer shot through her grey.  She lay the phone down beside her and spread her legs wide, letting her fingers trail through that thick bush he loved so much.  She turned, positioning her legs so that she could prop up her phone for the perfect shot.  After getting nice and worked up, she hit record... watching herself.  Watching her fingers work her slick, hard clit.  Watching what he didn't want anymore.  Watching what he'd never get again.

She came hard, her juices splashing the screen of her smartphone, the sound from her throat a broken cross between a moan, a laugh, and sob.  After a ragged breath, she wiped the screen off on his sofa.  Quickly, she attached the file to a text with the message, "Fuck you, asshole.  We're done." Message sent.

She closed her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks before she felt his hand grip her neck from behind, his warm breath caressing her cheek.

"Not even close."

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