Liam's POV
"Get me Derek!" I heard Bianca scream as I exited the dressing room. A wide smirk appeared on my lips. Oh, I would get Derek alright but only after I was done with my toilet business.
The look on her face when I had made her realize that her hardened n****e was out in the open and glaring at me like it was beckoning me to stuff it in my mouth and suck the s**t out of it, that look was damn priceless.
The moment she had turned to me after I had fastened her press studs and was about to leave, my eyes darted to her pink, protruding titty. For some odd reason, I found it a bit amusing but I didn't say anything at first. I glanced away and focused on her blood red, gloss coated lips instead, the way they moved while she talked crap.
It hadn't been up to a week since I began work
