Page 9 of Priest

I moved forward, unable to hide my own reaction to his erection that pressed against my ass. My nipples were hard, and I was moist between my legs. Before we reached the door of the building, two of the men who were previously behind us moved forward and opened the doors for us.

We stepped inside a smoky room filled with the sweet, pungent aroma of marijuana, cheap perfumes and colognes, and fried foods. As hard as I tried not to, I couldn’t help but wrinkle my nose at the stench.

“Bitch already thinks she’s too good,” I heard a woman say over the loud music.

I turned and glanced at her, and she widened her large, dark brown eyes at me and twisted her lips. She bucked at me, but I didn’t flinch.

She crossed her arms over her chest and taunted, “You’d better be scared, bitch.”

“Wildflower, chill the fuck out,” one of the men with Priest warned.

Priest said nothing. He strode ahead to a couch in a far corner of the room. He beckoned me to sit with him. I stood, turned around, and took in the three levels of the building. In the room we were in, there was a large ninety-eight-inch TV on a wall opposite where we sat. Three large black leather couches sat in front of the TV, and two men sat on one and played video games, while two others hung back and watched.

To the right was a pool table; to the left was a door that appeared to lead into a separate room altogether, and there were a few tables and chairs in the rest of the open space.

The door to the left opened, and a woman who wore nothing but a bikini and tassels stepped into the room. Loud music poured from the room behind her, and I could see and smell that it was a bar. She strutted by us, and a few different guys and one woman smacked her ass. The only thing she did was laugh and say something slick to the girl and then head upstairs.

“What am I supposed to do here, Priest? Sit around bored and watch women be debased?”

“Miss Daisy,” Priest called and crooked his fingers at a woman who appeared to be in her early thirties.

She wore denim cutoff shorts that displayed her ample ass cheeks, a cropped tee that showed off the underside of her breasts, and some stilettos.

“Yes, Priest?” She purred and sat beside him. Her hand rested on his thigh and grazed his bulge.

Jealousy and embarrassment flushed through me and made me burn with shame at her open displays of sexuality. I was infuriated by my jealousy.

He gripped her thigh and turned his face into her neck. At first glance, it appeared that he was kissing her neck, but I saw her nod and heard her say, “Mm-hmm. Sure. Okay. Yep. All right.”

When he finished speaking, he pulled back and stated, “When you finish, tell Cheekz to come down here. I need something to take the edge off.”

Priest sunk further in his seat, spread his legs, and gripped his crotch.

I hated his demonic ass. The entire time that he spoke to Miss Daisy, he stared at me with a crooked smirk. His ass was clearly about to fuck another woman, but he stared at me with a hungry look in his eyes.

“Okay, baby.” She purred.

He smacked her on her ass, and her cheeks jiggled.

“Come on,” she snapped and gave me a snide look.

“Excuse me?”

“Go with her,” Priest growled at me.

“Where am I going?”

“You talk too much. You know that?”

“Is that going to be a problem?” I sassed back.

Sneering, Priest replied, “Nah. I got a remedy for those thick, smart-ass lips.”

He gripped his crotch again, and I bolted up from the couch and followed the woman named Miss Daisy.

She led me upstairs and stopped at a door on the right. She pushed it open and explained, “This is the bathroom. It has a shower, tub, and toilet, but I don’t suggest you use the tub.”

I looked inside and saw the grunginess of the tub and the bathroom in general. I didn’t plan on using any of the facilities.

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