Page 29 of 12 Days
I can’t decide which is my favorite of them all. They’re equally delicious in so many different ways, and worst of all they’re all so addictive.
I rinse my hands and grab a paper towel. I look myself over in the mirror before I exit the bathroom, and realize I have a dried glob of cum right on my chest. And none of those fuckers let me know. They were probably letting me wear it as a trophy. I wet a paper towel and wipe at it gently until it’s gone. I crumble the paper towel and toss it into the wastebasket.
I exit the restroom and make my way back over to the bar. Tristan is still sitting there, conversing with the bartender.
“What can I get you, sweetie?” she asks.
“I’ll have a gin and tonic, please,” I return. She quickly prepares the drink and I take the lime wedge and squeeze it into my drink and stir it with my straw.
I take a sip and pat my lips before glancing over at Tristan. His eyes are wide, and his mouth is hanging slightly open. I wink at him playfully and walk away, swaying my hips at him flirtingly. I decide I’m going back to the stage to tip some of the other lovely women on display.
As I walk by, I see that the men are gathered amongst 3 different tables and are discussing a perfume project.
“Project Partridge launch is hard set on Christmas Day,” Ty says to the group. “Everything is looking good and I think we’ll get through it with no real obstructions.”
Shit. Double shit. Triple Shit. What am I doing here?
