Lena
We half-ran all the way there. I could hear Maya giggling, and maybe later I’d have to endure a few different variations of her “I told you so” speech, but that would have to wait a little bit.
True to her word, the lounge was empty. I locked the door as soon as we walked in.
It was the least I could do for decency’s sake, I couldn’t promise I’d be quiet. I was already aching between my legs.
When I turned around, he was already sitting on the couch, taking off his suit jacket.
I stood there, stealing glances at him as I played with my fingers.
“Give me a show, Lena…”
I looked down at the simple white dress I had on. I had kicked off my shoes in the moment; all I wore were flip-flops. I had wiped the makeup off my face and pulled off the Candy wig. “I’m not dressed for a dance…
