Page 46 of Unhinged

“Shit.”

She nods toward my chest. “They’ll love yours, which isn’t necessarily a good thing.”

“Oh.”

Candi shrugs. “Unless you want that kind of attention. But don’t assume you’re safe around the gals, either.”

“Jeez.”

“At least they know how to fondle. And if you’re nice, one of them may get you off behind the bar. I’ve had some of my best orgasms in a bitch’s mouth back there.”

“Um…”

Candi giggles, and I laugh with her, unsure why I am because the thought of drunks fucking in the back of this building full of people is unsettling.

I shadow Candi to our first customers of the night, two duds past their expiration dates with yellow teeth and glassy eyes. I watch her flirt while I stand beside her, horrified, but try not to show it even when they both openly stare at my tits.

Does Greg suck his girlfriend’s tits like he sucked mine? I can’t even.

No. He probably sucks at everything since he’s practically a virgin. Poor Greg.

I try to focus on Candi as she heads to the bar, telling me shit I probably need to know.

Milt fills the order, and I follow her back to the bloated toads, who again stare at my chest. I then follow her to a table full of younger guys—hot ones. Now, this I can do. Sensing this, Candi says, “Hey, fellas. Good to see you tonight.” They all greet her but look at me. “This here is Simone. She’s new, so y’all treat her real nice. Help her out a little.”

All six say hello at the same time while checking me out, which boosts my self-esteem somewhat. The guy closest to me puts out his hand. “Hey there, Simone. I’m Tanner. It’s so nice to see another pretty face here.” He smiles while his friends throw their names at me, as well. Taking his hand, I return the handshake. He looks like his parents own a yacht with a snooty name, like Martha. His muscles aren’t prominent, but his grip is strong and confident. I wonder if his dick is the same way.

Tanner finally releases my hand, and I can’t stop smiling. Asking for their drink orders, I pile on more charm as Candi helps me. Damn, it feels awesome to be noticed and kind of desirable again, even if it’s in my head.

He says, “I like your shirt.”

Forgetting what’s on it, I look down, seeing my tits squeezed into the choo-choo disaster. I groan but laugh. “It’s a work in progress.”

“I think the progress is perfect.”

I giggle but try not to sound like a bimbo since my hair color often tosses me into that bucket. I then nod to his wrist. “I like your watch. I see you’re a lefty.”

He laughs, and I tilt my head to look at his watch more. Tanner lifts his right arm, and without thinking, I grab it to get a closer look. When I realize I practically have his arm jammed against my chest, I drop his arm and say, “It’s really cool.”

“Thanks.” His gaze goes to my tits, but then he looks at the table. Uncertain what to say or do, I look toward the bar. Amos catches my eye, but when he moves for the kitchen, I see Greg leaning against the bar, arms crossed and glaring at the wall with a pissed-off sneer gracing his beautiful lips.

No. His stupid lips sucked my nipples until I almost came.

Candi touches my arm and addresses the table. “Okay, boys. We’ll be back.”

Turning, I grin because…because. Candi looks over her shoulder and says, “I thought he was going to come right there.”

“Huh?” I laugh, confused.

She elbows me with a grin. “When you grabbed his arm. You should’ve seen his face. Damn. He wants in your pussy bad.”

I bite my lip as we walk, still unable to control my giggles. “Maybe.”

We stop at another table to ask if they need refills. I glance at the bar again but don’t see Amos or Greg.

When we go to the bar, Candi shows me how to give Milt our orders. Milt nods with a frown toward me. “What’s with you, girly? You already piss in the kid’s Cheerios?”

I laugh, unsure what he’s talking about. I nod to the table where the guys are staring at our asses. “They don’t seem mad.”

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