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I sit forward, my face creased with confusion. “Wait, so are those two f*****g each other when you’re not there?”
Spence shrugs. “f**k knows.” He sips his beer. “All I know is the next minute, I’ve got Marie riding my c**k and Ricky sitting on my face.”
Seb and I laugh at the lucky son of a b***h.
Spence holds his hands out. “It’s like a f*****g Tuesday, and there I am getting double pumped without any warning. I hadn’t even had a drink.”
I throw my head back and laugh louder.
“I f****d both of them, and then I’m dozing off in between them when Marie falls asleep first.”
“What happened?” I ask.
“Well, Ricky gets under the blankets and just starts giving me the best f*****g head I’ve ever had in my life.”
Seb slaps his forehead, unable to believe Spencer’s luck.
Spencer’s eyes widen. “But I don’t know what to do, right? Marie is asleep next to us.”
“But you just f****d Ricky in front of Marie?”
“I know.” He shrugs. “But I had her permission that time. It felt weird with her asleep. I’m lying there getting head, doing a risk assessment in my mind of what Marie will do if she wakes up.”
Seb throws his head back and roars with laughter, holding his arm up to the waitress for another round of beers. "Only f*****g you."
“Then Ricky asks me to take it to her room, which meant us not waking Marie.”
“Did you go?” Seb frowns.
“Yeah, and on the way there she goes to her handbag and gives me a blue pill out of a bottle.”
My eyes widen. “She gave you a Viagra?”
He nods, and Seb and I hoot with laughter. “What the f**k, man?” Seb cries. “What f*****g chick carries Viagra around in her purse?”
Spencer shrugs. “I don’t know, but I took the blue pill. My d**k turned into a rocket c**k, and I turn into a porn star f*****g her for six hours straight.” He holds his hands up. “Hands down, the best s*x I’ve ever had. She is f*****g insane, so hot. I f****d her every which way.”
I hold my glass up and wink. “To Viagra,” I toast. They smile and lift their glasses to tap against mine. “We should maybe try this s**t,” I mutter to Seb, and he chuckles in response.
“Then I crawl back to Marie’s bed just as the sun is coming up. I have to go to work in, like, two hours, and I have a huge meeting with new investors at 9:00 a.m.” His eyes widen. “I can hardly f*****g walk, my balls are blue and bruised.”
“What happened next?” Seb dares himself to ask.
“Marie wakes up.”
Seb shakes his head. “Why doesn’t this s**t ever happen to me?”
“Right?” I chuckle. “I want my new nanny to do this to me.”
Seb points at me. “You should totally tap that. How hot would that be, sneaking into her room at night?”
I nod as I sip my beer, my c**k tingling at the thought. “God, I wish.”
Spence continues his story. “So, there I am, trying to die in peace and get in two hours sleep, c**k throbbing in pain, when Marie decides to start sucking my d**k, wanting more action.”
“She didn’t know where it’d been all night,” I say.
Seb winces. “Oh, I hate to think.”
I shiver at the thought.
“What did you do?” Seb frowns.
“I had to do what any self-respecting boyfriend would do.”
I laugh sarcastically. “Like you would know what a self-respecting boyfriend is supposed to do.”
He turns to me, annoyed. “Oh, and you would?”
I smile and wink as I sip my beer.
“Anyway, there I am, knowing damn well I have to f**k Marie now. I swear, I’m nearly crying.”
Seb and I burst out laughing, and Seb slaps the table. “f**k me, man, this is the best story ever.”
Spence’s eyes widen. “It isn’t over yet. Let me tell you, that Viagra kicked back in and I regained my super-human strength again, but I can’t come.”
We both lean forward, waiting to hear how this ends.
“I’m f*****g and f*****g and f*****g, and I can’t come.” He sips his beer. “My d**k has literally got no skin left on it, burning like a motherfucker. Now I really am almost crying.”
Seb and I are laughing out loud as we imagine our stupid friend f*****g with a sore d**k.
“What did you do?” Seb gasps for air, trying to regain control.
“I did what I had to do.”
I frown. “What’s that?”
“I faked it.”
“You faked it?” I gasp.
He nods and sips his drink. “Yep.”
The table falls silent. None of us has ever faked it before. I wouldn't know how to.
“Then Marie calls me today. She says the other night was fun and could we do it again tonight. She wants Ricky to join us, too.”
We all lean closer to him, waiting to hear his response.
“I told her I was out of town.”
Seb’s face twists in disgust.
“Why would you do that?” I frown.
“Because I have no skin left on my f*****g d**k, man. I need a skin graft. It is literally grazed like a third-degree burn.” He shakes his head and we all burst out laughing. “If I wasn’t circumcised already, I would have been after that.”
I wince. “Who is this chick with the iron snatch?”
Seb chuckles. “My new drug dealer.”
Brielle
It’s 9:30 p.m. and the walk up the hall toward the main house feels long. I’ve been watching from my darkened spot in the glass hallway for the last fifteen minutes. Mr. Masters is still in his suit, obviously unable to relax until this meeting is over.
Not a good sign.
I walk up the six stairs and around the corridor until I come into his view. He’s in the kitchen, filling his thick glass tumbler with ice.
“Hello.” I smile meekly.
He turns to face me. “Hello.” He gestures to the stool at the island bench. “Please, sit down.”
I slink into the chair and watch as he pours scotch over his ice, and then takes a seat opposite me.
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