guys sitting around, and I can tell they’re feeling the same way.
I bite my lip and groan as I adjust my cock. Nope. This is no fun when I’m not involved.
I stand up and grab Amelie’s arm, pulling her away from Molly. “Enough.” I snap. She turns on me, her expression fierce with desire. Molly might be playing, but Amelie is not a girl to get wrapped up with. “Have fun?” I ask.
“Not nearly enough.” Her voice is husky and sensual.
I look at Molly who is slightly flushed, her lips a beautiful rosy colour. “We’re leaving.” I say quickly.
I push Am back, and grab Molly’s elbow, pulling her off her stool and leading her toward the door. I can hear Amelie laughing behind me. “Lovely meeting you Molly.” She says.
Molly twists to look over her shoulder and throws her a small wave. I drag her past the tables of guys, and the semi-naked girls, who I now don’t trust her not to jump. Once outside she starts laughing. Hard. She breaks free of my grip and bends over wither hands on her knees. The security guy gives her a funny look, but otherwise ignores us.
“What is up with you? Are you like, suffering a mental illness or something?”
“Your face!” She says as she tries to catch her breath.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you mean the ‘my balls just turned blue, shrivelled up and dropped off’ face? Or the ‘what the fuck just happened to my very straight, very good friend’ face?”
“Yes.” She gasps, nodding as she leans over and grips her knees. “Oh, shit. Too funny.”
She follows me to the car, laughing all the way. I open the drivers door and get in. Molly slides into the passenger seat. “Well played Sweetness. I didn’t know you had it in you…now I know you do…” I wiggle my eyebrows at her and smile.
She snorts. “Not bloody likely.”
“Oh come now. If you’re so sex deprived that you’re thinking of renouncing the cock…well, I’m willing to do my service for mankind.” I smile at the scowl on her face.
“Fuck you. I am not cock deprived.”
“Really, because that back there was a starving woman. Seriously? You, kissing a female stripper. Let’s just think about that for a second shall we.”
She tilts her head back against the seat and takes a deep breath. “Okay, I admit, that was out of character.” She admits. “Is it wrong that I found it kind of hot though?” She asks shyly.
I groan. “Stop talking.” I adjust my cock again, and start the car, pulling away.
It’s still only nine by the time we leave the strip club, thanks to Molly’s little display. She apparently wants to see Gary, so I take her to the flat.
I hand her a bottle of water, as she sits cross legged on the sofa. Gary is sprawled on his back across her lap, and she’s patting his budda belly. He loves it.
“Do you think Alex is gay?” She asks out of nowhere.
I flick my eyes over her body. It would be a pretty fucking plausible explanation as to why he’s not hitting that. I shrug. “I’m no expert, but he looks pretty straight to me.” A small frown line mars her face. “I mean if he were gay he would have definitely had a crack at me.” I wink at her.
Her lips twitch. “Ugh. I just…I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had this problem.”
I pop the top off my beer and sit down on the other end of the sofa, propping my feet on the coffee table. “Well, have you made it…clear.” I wave a hand around, looking for the right word.
“Clear?”
“Yeah, you know. Have you given him the green light, rolled up the blinds.” Nothing. “Opened the fucking door.” I spread my legs.
“Oh, no!” She frowns again. “You’d make a shit girl.”
I point at her. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. I’d make a slutty girl, and take it from a guy, slutty girls are the best.”
She shakes her head. “Okay, so what you are saying is that I need to make it clear, that what…I want him to bang ten bales of shit out of me.”
I laugh. “Yep. Please tell him,
I bite my lip and groan as I adjust my cock. Nope. This is no fun when I’m not involved.
I stand up and grab Amelie’s arm, pulling her away from Molly. “Enough.” I snap. She turns on me, her expression fierce with desire. Molly might be playing, but Amelie is not a girl to get wrapped up with. “Have fun?” I ask.
“Not nearly enough.” Her voice is husky and sensual.
I look at Molly who is slightly flushed, her lips a beautiful rosy colour. “We’re leaving.” I say quickly.
I push Am back, and grab Molly’s elbow, pulling her off her stool and leading her toward the door. I can hear Amelie laughing behind me. “Lovely meeting you Molly.” She says.
Molly twists to look over her shoulder and throws her a small wave. I drag her past the tables of guys, and the semi-naked girls, who I now don’t trust her not to jump. Once outside she starts laughing. Hard. She breaks free of my grip and bends over wither hands on her knees. The security guy gives her a funny look, but otherwise ignores us.
“What is up with you? Are you like, suffering a mental illness or something?”
“Your face!” She says as she tries to catch her breath.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you mean the ‘my balls just turned blue, shrivelled up and dropped off’ face? Or the ‘what the fuck just happened to my very straight, very good friend’ face?”
“Yes.” She gasps, nodding as she leans over and grips her knees. “Oh, shit. Too funny.”
She follows me to the car, laughing all the way. I open the drivers door and get in. Molly slides into the passenger seat. “Well played Sweetness. I didn’t know you had it in you…now I know you do…” I wiggle my eyebrows at her and smile.
She snorts. “Not bloody likely.”
“Oh come now. If you’re so sex deprived that you’re thinking of renouncing the cock…well, I’m willing to do my service for mankind.” I smile at the scowl on her face.
“Fuck you. I am not cock deprived.”
“Really, because that back there was a starving woman. Seriously? You, kissing a female stripper. Let’s just think about that for a second shall we.”
She tilts her head back against the seat and takes a deep breath. “Okay, I admit, that was out of character.” She admits. “Is it wrong that I found it kind of hot though?” She asks shyly.
I groan. “Stop talking.” I adjust my cock again, and start the car, pulling away.
It’s still only nine by the time we leave the strip club, thanks to Molly’s little display. She apparently wants to see Gary, so I take her to the flat.
I hand her a bottle of water, as she sits cross legged on the sofa. Gary is sprawled on his back across her lap, and she’s patting his budda belly. He loves it.
“Do you think Alex is gay?” She asks out of nowhere.
I flick my eyes over her body. It would be a pretty fucking plausible explanation as to why he’s not hitting that. I shrug. “I’m no expert, but he looks pretty straight to me.” A small frown line mars her face. “I mean if he were gay he would have definitely had a crack at me.” I wink at her.
Her lips twitch. “Ugh. I just…I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had this problem.”
I pop the top off my beer and sit down on the other end of the sofa, propping my feet on the coffee table. “Well, have you made it…clear.” I wave a hand around, looking for the right word.
“Clear?”
“Yeah, you know. Have you given him the green light, rolled up the blinds.” Nothing. “Opened the fucking door.” I spread my legs.
“Oh, no!” She frowns again. “You’d make a shit girl.”
I point at her. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. I’d make a slutty girl, and take it from a guy, slutty girls are the best.”
She shakes her head. “Okay, so what you are saying is that I need to make it clear, that what…I want him to bang ten bales of shit out of me.”
I laugh. “Yep. Please tell him,
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