Page 68 of Stanton Box Set
“Watch out,” I snap.
“Well don’t stop on the stairs, stupid.” Mmm, good point. I walk to the bottom of the stairs and continue reading:
Layby Name: Beautiful Slut
Layby Number: 69
Item Purchased: Lamborghini
Pick up time: 1.00 am
Don’t be late!
I smile and continue to the dance floor to join the girls and Adrian.
Two hours later I’m feeling very woozy on my legs when my favourite song comes on. It’s a track by Jason Derulo called ‘Talk Dirty to Me’. I pull out my phone, smiling, and text Joshua:
Talk Dirty to Me
I smile as I put my phone away. Ok, let’s see what he’s got. My phone beeps immediately:
Keep thinking those dirty thoughts, precious. I want that beautiful tight cunt nice and creamy when I suck on it later.
Holy fuck. He’s good at talking dirty; t
hat’s absolutely filthy. I smile again. What in the hell am I doing? I am so out of my league here. I text back a lame reply:
It’s working, I like it.
My phone beeps immediately:
You will swallow.
Christ, um, what will I write?
Yes
It beeps again:
It wasn’t a question.
Ok, it’s official. He’s the hottest man on the planet and I find myself feeling rather overheated by his texts. My phone beeps again:
How loud are you going to scream when you come on my face with your knees on my pillow?
Shit, ok. That’s dirty. I look around, feeling quite embarrassed and flushed. I just know I am going to get some awesome sex tonight. I could come just by reading his texts. My phone beeps again:
Do you have any idea how hard you are going to cop it tonight?
I smile and shake my head, good god…hard I hope. I text back:
Ok you win, I’m gagging. Pick up time is now. I will be up in a minute.
A few more tracks later I turn to find Adrian with another round of margaritas so, of course, I have to drink. I wouldn’t want to waste a perfect margarita; that would be blasphemy. Needless to say I don’t go to find Joshua for about another forty minutes. Adrian and I head towards the stairs together.
“Josh has just texted me,” he says, smiling. “I have to take you out to the limo first and he will follow a few minutes later. It will be here in twenty minutes.” I frown, not understanding why. “He just doesn’t want you two to be photographed together.”
“Oh,” I nod. “Ok, that makes sense.” I smile. When we get to the top of the stairs Adrian takes my hand to lead me through the crowd and I follow, not paying any attention. He suddenly stops and I run into his back.
