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Dane smirks, looking as smug as ever. “Well, now you do. You’re welcome.”

“You’re a goddess,” I chuckle. “A squirting goddess, to be more precise.”

Tamara giggles but then the giggles turn into a gasp when Dane reaches around to touch her where they’re joined.

“Are you sensitive here?” he murmurs. “Was three cocks in your cunt too much?”

She shakes her head, still breathing hard.

“No, I’m okay,” she manages. “Why?”

He grins.

“Because if you’re sensitive, we can use your other holes next if you prefer. Do you enjoy anal sex, Tamara? Do you have a tight asshole, baby? Would you let us test it out?”

The words are filthy, but Tamara’s not turned off by his attitude at all. Instead, she merely smiles coyly and nods.

“You mean, whack a mole, but using my bottom this time?”

I chuckle.

“That’s it exactly, sweetheart.”

Tamara merely titters again before jiggling her breasts at us, the white orbs bouncing.

“Be my guest, gentlemen,” she coos in a throaty tone. “I’d love to play another round of whack a mole with you from the back this time.”

Jamison, Dane, and I groan because obviously, Tamara is the woman for us. She’s slutty, filthy, and available to play any game that we desire. I shouldn’t be surprised because this is Vegas after all – where dreams reallydocome true.

4

TAMARA

“You’ve got to be lying!” Stasia’s voice is so loud that I wince a little.

“Girl, you know it’s true,” I say into my laptop screen. “I swear it happened.”

She shakes her head with wonder.

“Oh my god, Tam. I’m so proud of you! You really had sex with three men?” she practically screams, and I giggle, nodding my head while rifling through outfits in my closet.

“Yeah, and to be honest, I can’t even believe it myself. I mean, I’ve had sex with clients in the high rollers room plenty of times before, but never three at once. What in the world was I thinking?”

“Probably nothing,” Stasia giggles. “I doubt you had much time to think about anything while taking three cocks in your pussy. I mean, damn girl. That’s some Guinness Book of World Records shit.”

“No, it’s not,” I retort, finally walking out of my closet and back to my bed where my laptop is. “You know that there are all sorts of gang-bangs on-line where girls take fifty or a hundred men in one go. Nowthat’sGuinness Book of World Records.”

“Do they keep track of gang-bangs?” Stassi wonders to herself. “That would be pretty cool.”

I shake my head while rolling my eyes.

“No, I doubt it. The Guinness thing is family-oriented, so they’re doing stuff like tallest human being and loudest sneeze. But what do you think about this outfit?” I ask as I hold up a plain white crop top and a pair of jeans. “Do you like it?”

Stasia crinkles her nose.

“It’s too simple. You need something sassier.”

“I think so too,” I sigh before turning to head back into the closet. But my friend won’t be put off from discussing last night’s escapades.

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