CHAPTER TEN
"Nice spot for a party," Mia smiled, gazing around the interior of the beach house, then giving Candi a suggestive wink.
Candi shivered, looking at the honey-blonde's sensational bod in the snug pants ensemble. It was Saturday night, the beach house belonged to a friend of Candi's who was down in Mexico, and she had decided this would be a neat spot for a good f**k bash.
The only fly in the ointment was Cleve; he would be arriving any moment. Mia's husband was out of town, she had finally consented to another date -- if she could, have some of Cleve's prick, too. Fancy-assed cunt. Playing hard to get. Candi knew plenty about broads, always changing their minds.
"I thought we'd never get our things together again, honey," Candi smiled back, drifting over to Mia, sliding her
