Page 78 of Unleashed

Let’s test that.

I sling my arm over her shoulder and encircle her. When I rest my chin on her shoulder from behind, Sylvie asks, “What are you doing?”

I shrug against her. “Having fun.” As I watch Greg’s hands drifting up and down Trashy’s hips, I look away as his gaze wanders toward us. Since he’s watching us, I drop my hands to Sylvie’s ribcage and drag my fingers below her tits. I can’t let her know I’m using her to make Greg...what? Mad? Jealous? Turned-on? Maybe I didn’t think this through.

Still, I’m in it now, so I sweep my hands up to the sides of her breasts. Sylvie gasps, “Whoa, Simone.”

I twirl to Sylvie’s front and dance as I rub my tits against hers. When I grab her hand, she doesn’t pull away, so in full view of Greg, I put her hand on my tit and guide her hand over it. Sylvie whispers, “Oh, my God.”

“What?”

She grins. “I like it.” Lord.

Sylvie moves her hand on her own, clutching my tit. She pushes her thumb into my dress and grazes my nipple. Her move might turn me on if the fury wasn’t running things in my brain. But all I can think of is making Greg regret tearing into me with accusations that I cheated on him. Never.

Sylvie asks, “Simone, have you ever been with a woman?”

I swallow and go for a lie, not wanting to go into my regular finger-banging from a female lifeguard during my freshman year in college. “No.”

“Me neither. I don’t know what’s happening, but I kind of want to fuck you.”

“Um, you do?” I dug this grave all by myself. I even brought the shovel.

“I don’t even know how we’d go about it. Would I finger your pussy or eat it? What about scissoring? That looks fun in porn. I think I want to try that.”

I glance at Greg, who looks away from me, but his expression says he’s invested.

I inhale and reach down to clutch Sylvie’s crotch through her dress. I say, “I don’t think I want to do that, but it might be fun to get you off.” What the hell?

With the opposite hand, Sylvie fumbles for my pussy. She says, “Goddamn, I’m so horny for sex. I don’t care if it’s with a man or woman.”

Looking at Sylvie, now I sort of hate myself for using her. And it’s a waste, because messing with Sylvie doesn’t bother Greg. Hell, he probably likes it.

I pull my hand away and whisper, “I’m sorry. I thought I could, but...”

Drawing from my brother’s daring side, I drag Sylvie to the bar. It doesn’t hurt to have a wing chick or attract a guy who wants a threesome. I’d call Clay or Archer, but I’m too impatient.

Sylvie whines, “Simone, what the hell are you doing to me? You fondle me and then stop. Now we’re doing what?”

“I’m trying to get us laid, bitch.”

Her eyes brighten, and I resume hauling her to the bar, where a clean-cut, red-headed bartender catches my eye. I stop and adjust my dress to show maximum boobage and slide up my dress to expose more thigh, if that’s possible. I’m virtually parading my lady bits. Sylvie follows my moves and yanks down the front of her dress, but one of her tits almost pops out. I gasp, “Sylvie, holy shit. We’re trying to find dates to take home, not to get railed at a bar in front of people.”

“Wherever I can get sex, I’m going for it.”

Sylvie twists the front of her strappy dress, and I stomp my foot. “Aren’t you a damn lawyer? Can’t you figure this shit out?”

“I’m not under this much duress in court, Simone! Dang, girl. Calm the fuck down.” She finally finishes exposing more cleavage, though there’s not much to share. She’s putting in a valiant effort, so I’ll give her points.

“Just go with me on this.”

“What do I have to do?” Sylvie asks, panicked.

I roll my eyes. “Play along. That’s all.” I look at the dance floor and see Greg peering around the club while Tansy tries to get his attention. I hope he sees me over here, or this farce is a waste of my fucking time.

Sylvie nods, and seeing an opportunity, I grab her hand and yank her to the bar. I squeeze us between two men drinking alone, which makes me wonder why they’re without dates. But tonight, it’s to my advantage.

My shoes stick to the floor as I smile at the bartender, who now isn’t so bored-looking. He leans on the bar, his green eyes sliding over my twins, pleading to pop out of my dress. He notices Sylvie, and his grin kicks up a notch. “What can I get you, ladies?”

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