Her dance partner obliged her. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue into her mouth. Chloe’s hands ran down his back as they began to kiss.
"Oi, oi! Seems she’s hit the sweet spot," the guy said, offering the most irritating commentary on the proceedings. "She’s gonna get shot, mate."
Xander noticed a small, white thing pass from the dancer’s mouth and into Chloe’s.
The chorus of the track kicked. Chloe and her dance partner didn’t end up kissing at all.
"Mate, is she bald in the cunt, or what?" The guy asked, ogling the Chloe’s legs and bum.
"Pardon me?" Zander was sure he’d misheard the kid. "Say that again?"
"Is her cunt bald? No hair?"
Xander wasn’t the fighting type. If he had been, he’d have knocked the fucker’s lights right out of his head. "Eh? What are you talking about?"
