Addicted Pt. 2

                                    

                                          

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Kamala walked off, her heels clicking sharply against the floor, leaving Julia tangled in a web of her own anxious thoughts. The room seemed to close in around her, the laughter and chatter of the party fading into a distant hum. Julia's mind raced, replaying the intensity in Kamala's eyes and the firmness of her grip. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach, knowing that whatever was coming next wouldn't be easy.
Minutes passed, though they felt like hours. Julia's phone buzzed in her hand, pulling her back to reality. She glanced down and saw Kamala's name on the screen. With trembling fingers, she opened the message: "Julia, I'm outside waiting for you. You have 30 minutes to get to the car. If you're not here by then, just know I will cause a scene. And I'm not playing, Julia."
Her heart pounded in her chest as she read the text, the gravity of Kamala's words sinking in. Julia's breath quickened, and she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She knew she couldn't ignore this. The urgency in Kamala's message was clear, and the last thing Julia wanted was a public confrontation.
Julia's mind raced as she tried to come up with an excuse to leave. She spotted her girlfriend, Kathleen, laughing with a group of friends near the bar. Steeling herself, she approached Kathleen, putting on her best distressed look.
"Kathleen," Julia said, her voice trembling slightly, "I'm not feeling well. I think I need to leave early."
Kathleen's face immediately shifted from joy to concern. "Oh no, are you okay? Do you need me to come with you?"
Julia shook her head, forcing a weak smile. "No, it's alright. I don't want to ruin your night. You stay and enjoy the fun. I'll just head home and rest."
Kathleen looked hesitant but nodded. "Okay, but text me when you get home, alright? And call me if you need anything."
"I will," Julia promised, giving Kathleen a quick kiss before turning away.
As she walked towards the exit, her heart continued to pound in her chest. Each step felt heavier, the weight of the impending conversation with Kamala pressing down on her. She pushed open the door and stepped into the cool night air, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
Kamala's car was parked a short distance away, its headlights cutting through the darkness. Julia's stomach churned as she approached, her mind racing with what she would say. She reached the car and saw Kamala sitting in the driver's seat, her expression unreadable.
Julia opened the passenger door and slid in, her heart still pounding. She glanced at Kamala, trying to gauge her mood, but Kamala's face remained stern and serious. Julia knew there was no turning back now.
"Good girl. You listened this time," Kamala tells Julia, smirking at her.
Julia felt a mix of relief and apprehension wash over her. She had done what Kamala asked, but she knew that compliance didn't necessarily mean safety. Kamala's smirk was unsettling, and Julia couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to come.
Kamala started the car, her eyes never leaving Julia's face. "You look scared."  Kamala said, chuckling.  Julia stayed quiet, not saying a word and that only made Kamala laugh more. 
Kamala drives off, the car ride quiet and seemingly endless. The tension between them is thick, and Julia can feel her heart beating faster with each passing mile. Suddenly, Kamala's free hand rests on Julia's thigh, her fingers slowly rubbing against the fabric of Julia's jeans. Julia flinches at the touch, a shiver running down her spine. She can feel herself getting aroused quickly, a heat spreading through her body.