Page 143 of Diamond Fortress

Two hours later

I’m drunk.

Come home.

It’s my party. I can’t just leave.

Sure you can. I’ll call Marco now, tell him to bring you home.

I’m having fun.

You’d have more fun on my cock.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Why?

Because I’d be fucking you.

What else?

You tell me.

I’d be in your lap, face-to-face.

Yeah?

And I’d move so my clit rubs on you, and I’d squeeze hard on your cock inside me.

Fuck, baby. Come home.

My nails would be in your hair and I’d moan your name, baby.

Lilah.

L: Would you suck on my nipples, baby?

I’d do whatever the fuck you want me to do. Now come home and I’ll make it happen.

You come here.

He doesn’t reply.

My clit throbs just from those texts and the liquor in my system, but I don’t have time to question anything because Sammi grabs my arm, shaking me and pointing at the stage where Fancy is coming out, ready to give us a show.

I fucking love it here.

* * *

About ten minutes later, I feel it.

It’s loud and it’s hot and my body is sticky with sweat from dancing and shouting and hooting as I throw singles at the girls giving us a show, but still—I feel it.

The prickle of electricity from behind me has my hair standing on end.

“What?” Candy says from beside me, and when I look at her, her face is confused.

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