“I just love this part,” Sara said.
I looked around the room. Slut Girl was still on her perch. The boy-toys were still crouched at her feet. I was still spread-eagled on the bed. I shook my head really hard. I had to wake up. Nothing changed.
“What part?” I asked pleasantly.
“The part when a new toy gets over the acid trip part and realizes that this is real.”
“What?”
“Jimmy, you are a treasure.”
I closed my eyes. It didn’t help. I could smell my fear and that made it more real.
“Do you want to eat me?” she asked.
“What?” I blustered, opening my eyes. It was hard to keep up.
“You did earlier, didn’t you?”
My mind flashed back to her p***y so close to my face. Back when I thought this was going down like a normal first night stand.
“Yes, Sara,” I said truthfully, “I did. I do.”
