Page 2 of Rim Job

Or a curse.

Evelyn looks amazing in a blue, ruched knee-length skin-tight dress that wraps around her waist, accentuating her bust. She pours the champagne and hands us each a flute before shouting to Jen to get her ass in here. Jen is fierce in a sexy, backless, mid-calf dress as she makes her way to us and grabs a champagne flute.

Evelyn dramatically clears her throat and raises her glass.

“Cheers to Glory. The first of us to fall, because when you get some good dick, you hold on to that shit. You grip it, you thrust it,” she pretends to grip a penis and air-humps for emphasis, “you deep throat that shit,” she fakes that motion too, “and you most definitely put a ring on that shit! Cheers to our girl, Glory, and her unicorn cock!”

“To Glory,” Jen and I add, laughing before we take a sip.

“You have a way with words, Ev. So poetic.” Jen chuckles as Evelyn dramatically flips her dark, wavy hair over one shoulder.

“Okay, it’s time for one last night of freedom. You ready, ladies?” I set my glass on the vanity and brush my hair back from my face before I touch up my lipstick.

Glory pulls her phone from her clutch. “We need a pic. Everyone squeeze in.” We all squish together and look at the phone. Glory snaps a couple of images before we each drag out our phones and capture some shots.

Selfie magic…all the filters.

“Okay, girls! Let’s do this shit!” Jen shouts as she shoos us toward the door.

Look out Vegas. The Book Club girls are here to party.

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CHRISTINA

The endless flow of drinks all night has left me a little wobbly on my feet, and I’m certain tomorrow I’ll only recall a few things from this drunken stupor the girls are putting me in. The list of activities I had prepared was literally thrown out the limo window by Jen as soon as I pulled it out and suggested we take in a show after dinner.

“It’s Vegas, Ti,” she said. “You don’t fucking make a list. You get out there and fly by the seat of your pants. You can’t plan everything. You have to let life happen sometimes.”

Life is happening, all right. It happened to bring us to a male revue where currently, we are watching Glory’s Nana shove dollar bills into thongs. This must be how Evelyn felt at her grandmother’s birthday party when the stripper appeared. Nana must have snuck off while her husband, Kai, played blackjack with Beck and his friends for his bachelor party. She laughs as her hand lingers in the front of one of the dancer’s thong a bit too long, completely oblivious to our presence. Of all the places we could have chosen, she had to be here…

“I might be sick,” Glory says, cringing as she watches her grandmother.

Me too.

“Let’s go back to the hotel and glamble.” My fake English accent comes out slurred as I try to see only one of Glory instead of four. For some reason when I drink, I become English.

“Yessssssssss,” she slurs back at me. “I wuv British Ti. Let’s go glamble.”

Damn, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her this drunk…any of us, for that matter.

We probably don’t need any more alcohol, yet, after rounding up Jen and Evelyn, the champagne continues to flow during the limo ride back to the hotel.

Bright lights and a cacophony of noise surround us as we stagger over to a poker table. The girls sit to my left, and to my right…Superman’s twin.

Jeez. Is that Superman?

I squint one eye as I check him out.

Damn, he is fine.

He laughs at something the handsome man next to him says, and that might be the sexiest laugh I’ve ever heard.

“Ellooo.” My fake accent slurs, and my smile widens as I settle into my seat at the table.

Nailed it. I could so be a character actor.

That gorgeous profile turns to face me, and a small sigh slips past my lips.

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