“Last chance for me to mark him up,” Destiny said. “I already told him he’d be going home blistered red.”
“I can help with that.” Camille fired four hard swats to Paul’s bare cheeks.
Destiny invited the other dancers to sit on the couch, and she brought Paul and Lisa in front of them. Lisa was unclipped and invited to sit with the ladies. Paul blinked up at the four of them sitting above him, his vision adjusting to seeing something besides Lisa’s ass close up.
“I thought we could have Paul kiss us goodbye, before we leave him in Lisa’s capable hands.” Destiny snapped her fingers and pointed to the ottoman across the room. “Fetch.”
Paul pushed the ottoman over from his knees and left it in front of the couch. The dancers slipped off their heels and all put their feet up. Their legs en
