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I murmur smugly, smiling as we eat, sparing him the occasional glance only to find him already eyeballing me. Somehow, this small, simple interaction makes me feel ... important, like this is a step forwards in whatever dysfunctional relationship we have. "No! Are you serious?" I gasp, gobsmacked. Hardin nods, his neck flushing faintly with embarrassment. I found it hilarious, his raw humiliation as he tells me the one time that he literally shit himself. I'd be embarrassed to even tell the story, but I have to admit it is amusing. "Sick fuck, put laxative in my birthday cake." Hardin grumbles.

Which means the dealer is relatively tiny. “Huh, a small company, but his arrogance is incredible,” Nicko sneered. Unfortunately, three young men standing near him started laughing at the joke of one of them. The man who created the parody was Nate Brighton. “No wonder I’ve smelled something disgusting. There is trash here, apparently,” Nate sneered, followed by the laughter of his two friends. “Hey, did you forget to tell your clerk to clean,” his blonde friend sneered. “Hmm, they cleaned up earlier, but the trash showed up again,” Nate explained.

I reached over, taking his hand in mine, gave it a gentle squeeze, then brought our hands to rest on my bare thigh. His body shutters when his skin makes contact with mine, and his eyes are heated as they look down at me. “Daddy, do you need to go to the bathroom? You are making the face you make when you need to fart and you are trying to hold it in.” “Oh my gosh,” Brittany burst out laughing, and so did Rick. I’m trying to keep my own laughter at bay, but Hailey’s statement seems to snap Adrian out of his spell and he’s looking around sheepishly as others in the diner who overheard are laughing as well.

They seem surprised by my explanation, but nobody makes a big deal of it. Dinner was fun and Drea and I kept the conversation going while the guys listened and occasionally added commentary. I can tell Dustin has a sense of humor. He teased me a bit about my medium-rare steak, but it was all good natured. The way Dustin and Drea joke around reminds me of how my husband and I used to tease each other and make jokes.

While she rides his cock in pussy. Double stuff. Sara screams. Orgasms crash. Squirts soak his balls. They chain more. Cumshots link. Squirts follow. Bodies slick. Sand grits skin. Waves wash feet. The beach owns them. Friends no more. Just fucking. Raw and deep. Hours pass. Sun dips. They slow. Lie spent. Cum dries. Juices mix with sea water. Laughter returns. But eyes promise more. Tomorrow. Same beach. Deeper entanglement.

“Is he hot?” A mischievous smile pulls on my face, I let out a soft huff. “You have no idea.” Shane starts to giggle, “Your naughty girl.” He grins playfully. So I start telling him about the plane ride and The Red Ruby, the moment I shared with Rayon, the dinner, everything.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

Her smile was slowly fading, but she quickly recovered, letting out a light laugh as she leaned closer. “Her laugh.” I blurted, my mind drifting to the beautiful days I had with Dallas, the way she would laugh when I over-seasoned the turkey because she once told me she went to a Black Thanksgiving and had the best turkey or when we got drunk. “She has this infectious laugh that would make you forget you were not supposed to laugh at burials.” Melissa’s eyes lightened. The reporter leaned forward, enjoying every bit. I barreled on, grasping for something real.

“But, I mean, if you’re that desperate, bro, I don’t mind jerking you off. Charity work. For old times’ sake.” I stared at him. Deadpan. For a full three seconds. Then I said, voice flat as asphalt, “Even as a joke, that wasn’t funny.” He threw his head back and howled while Ellis choked on his beer, coughing and laughing at the same time, tears actually forming at the corners of his eyes. It wasn’t fun being the fucked-up sideshow. I took one last drag then crushed the joint out in the ashtray so hard the glass cracked.

FULFILLED DESIRES. My heart rammed in my chest when I was informed of the man who had booked me tonight. Yes, I'm a stripper. It's how I get money for college. But Collins Baker, my rival in school, who has never missed an opportunity to embarrass and belittle me in school just found out last week. What's funny is that he hasn't exposed my secret since then, and tonight, he fucking booked me. I was sure he just wanted to make fun of me, but I really didn't care anymore. So long as he pays up for my time.