Don’t get your knickers in a twist.”
I sigh. “Amelie, Molly. Molly, Amelie.”
Molly looks at Amelie with wide eyes. She focuses on her face, and to her credit, she doesn’t look away. “Hi. Nice to meet you.” She says quietly.
Amelie’s smile spreads across her face. “Oh, you are cute.” She purrs at Molly. She turns to face me again, raising an eyebrow. “A little too good for you.”
Molly smiles. “I like her. She obviously knows you’re an arsehole. Glad to see some women see straight through your shit.”
Amelie laughs. “Sweetness, I thought we were friends. You wound me.”
“Your ego maybe.” Her lips twitch.
Amelie turns her back slightly to Molly, and bends to whisper in my ear. “You know how badly you wanted to fuck me last week?”
I laugh. “Don’t take it personally Am. You know I just needed to get my dick wet, and well…” I flick my eyes to her tits, which are without a doubt her sales pitch. “You do have an awesome rack.” I hold my hands up. “I’m a tit man. What can I say?”
She laughs lightly. “Well, I’ll let you fuck me, as long as I get to fuck her at the same time.” I groan as my cock goes rock fucking solid. “I’m sure you’d like that.” She purrs.
“She’s just a friend. We’re not like that.” I say through gritted teeth. Oh, god, how I wish we were like that right now.
“You don’t have female friends, Hugo. You have women you fuck. That’s it. Think about it at least.” She says quietly before moving past me and walking away.
“Oh, believe me, I am thinking about it.” I mumble under my breath.
“What was that about?” Molly asks as she sips her wine. She looks ridiculous, drinking wine, with her legs crossed elegantly, whilst perched on a bar stool, surrounded by dirty minded men and half naked women. It makes me smile.
“Amelie wants to fuck you.” I tell her.
She coughs and puts her wineglass back on the bar. She holds her hand to her chest as she proceeds to cough and choke. “What?!” She finally croaks.
I sigh. “Amelie likes girls. She wants me to get you to have a threesome.”
“Huh.”
“What does huh mean?” I lift the bottle of Corona to my lips and take a long pull.
She composes her features and shrugs one shoulder delicately. “Well, I mean, she’s hot.”
Now it’s my turn to choke. I practically spit the beer back out. “I’m sorry, like you would consider it?”
She wrinkles her nose up. “No, of course not.”
“Didn’t think so.”
“I wouldn’t want a threesome, but you know I never dabbled in the girl thing. Like I said, she is hot.” Hell fucking no, she did not.
“You are so full of shit.” I dare her with a smile.
“What? You don’t think that I would do it.”
I laugh. “You’re the good girl Molly. No way are you going to fuck a stripper.”
She narrows her eyes, and glances over her shoulder toward Amalie. A wicked smile that I know all too well pulls at her lips.
“Did you want me, Molly?” Amalie appears next to me, practically fucking Molly’s name with her tongue.
Molly nods. “I do.”
Amalie’s eyebrows creep up in response. I narrow my eyes at Molly, she flashes me a smug smile, before crooking her finger at Amelie. Am smiles and takes the few steps to Molly, swaying her hips as she goes. Molly wraps her hand around Amelie’s neck, pulling her down, so she can whisper in her ear. Amelie laughs and then shrugs.
Next thing I know, they’re kissing, like, full on kissing. There’s tongue, and Amelie is nipping at Molly’s bottom lip. There’s a loud chorus of catcalls. “Take her out the back and fuck her.” Robby shouts across the bar.
Amelie’s hand moves to Molly’s hair, gripping it, and angling her head back. Her bare tits are rubbing up against Molly’s chest. Ah, shit. This is so fucking hot. My cock is throbbing. If I don’t stop this shit soon, I might just explode in my pants like a fucking teenager. A quick glance at some of the
I sigh. “Amelie, Molly. Molly, Amelie.”
Molly looks at Amelie with wide eyes. She focuses on her face, and to her credit, she doesn’t look away. “Hi. Nice to meet you.” She says quietly.
Amelie’s smile spreads across her face. “Oh, you are cute.” She purrs at Molly. She turns to face me again, raising an eyebrow. “A little too good for you.”
Molly smiles. “I like her. She obviously knows you’re an arsehole. Glad to see some women see straight through your shit.”
Amelie laughs. “Sweetness, I thought we were friends. You wound me.”
“Your ego maybe.” Her lips twitch.
Amelie turns her back slightly to Molly, and bends to whisper in my ear. “You know how badly you wanted to fuck me last week?”
I laugh. “Don’t take it personally Am. You know I just needed to get my dick wet, and well…” I flick my eyes to her tits, which are without a doubt her sales pitch. “You do have an awesome rack.” I hold my hands up. “I’m a tit man. What can I say?”
She laughs lightly. “Well, I’ll let you fuck me, as long as I get to fuck her at the same time.” I groan as my cock goes rock fucking solid. “I’m sure you’d like that.” She purrs.
“She’s just a friend. We’re not like that.” I say through gritted teeth. Oh, god, how I wish we were like that right now.
“You don’t have female friends, Hugo. You have women you fuck. That’s it. Think about it at least.” She says quietly before moving past me and walking away.
“Oh, believe me, I am thinking about it.” I mumble under my breath.
“What was that about?” Molly asks as she sips her wine. She looks ridiculous, drinking wine, with her legs crossed elegantly, whilst perched on a bar stool, surrounded by dirty minded men and half naked women. It makes me smile.
“Amelie wants to fuck you.” I tell her.
She coughs and puts her wineglass back on the bar. She holds her hand to her chest as she proceeds to cough and choke. “What?!” She finally croaks.
I sigh. “Amelie likes girls. She wants me to get you to have a threesome.”
“Huh.”
“What does huh mean?” I lift the bottle of Corona to my lips and take a long pull.
She composes her features and shrugs one shoulder delicately. “Well, I mean, she’s hot.”
Now it’s my turn to choke. I practically spit the beer back out. “I’m sorry, like you would consider it?”
She wrinkles her nose up. “No, of course not.”
“Didn’t think so.”
“I wouldn’t want a threesome, but you know I never dabbled in the girl thing. Like I said, she is hot.” Hell fucking no, she did not.
“You are so full of shit.” I dare her with a smile.
“What? You don’t think that I would do it.”
I laugh. “You’re the good girl Molly. No way are you going to fuck a stripper.”
She narrows her eyes, and glances over her shoulder toward Amalie. A wicked smile that I know all too well pulls at her lips.
“Did you want me, Molly?” Amalie appears next to me, practically fucking Molly’s name with her tongue.
Molly nods. “I do.”
Amalie’s eyebrows creep up in response. I narrow my eyes at Molly, she flashes me a smug smile, before crooking her finger at Amelie. Am smiles and takes the few steps to Molly, swaying her hips as she goes. Molly wraps her hand around Amelie’s neck, pulling her down, so she can whisper in her ear. Amelie laughs and then shrugs.
Next thing I know, they’re kissing, like, full on kissing. There’s tongue, and Amelie is nipping at Molly’s bottom lip. There’s a loud chorus of catcalls. “Take her out the back and fuck her.” Robby shouts across the bar.
Amelie’s hand moves to Molly’s hair, gripping it, and angling her head back. Her bare tits are rubbing up against Molly’s chest. Ah, shit. This is so fucking hot. My cock is throbbing. If I don’t stop this shit soon, I might just explode in my pants like a fucking teenager. A quick glance at some of the
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