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I went out to the truck, still my ride since I wasn’t finished with all the interior work on the Firebird yet, and grabbed my emergency go bag to get some fresh clothes on.
Inside were a pair of my utilities and a plain, white shirt to wear under the jacket. Since it was still hotter than Satan’s crotch outside, I left off the jacket and just put on the pants, feeling kind of raunchy about wearing utilities now that I was officially discharged and not on duty. My CO would’ve given me an earful to wear them as a muggle.
Fuck it though. They didn’t want me, so what the hell did I care about what my CO would’ve thought?
Hurrying out of the bathroom, I found Angelina waiting nearby in nothing but a short jean skirt and a tube top. And as you could guess, still no bra.
With nipples proudly showing through the thin top, she followed me through to the parking lot where I saw Freya getting into her car, too.
“Meet you there!” Angelina called, waving dramatically at her.
Freya waved back, but she wasn’t smiling as Angel got into my truck.
“Go ahead and take a left out of the parking lot, and I’ll lead you there,” Angelina said, pulling up her top as it started sinking down her chest.
Fuck, it was going to be a long night.
“I’m signing you up for a song with me,” Angelina said, after I’d already told her twice that I wasn’t singing.
While she wiggled her ass up to the DJ, I sat back in the biggest booth in the place, feeling way the fuck out of place.
“Who’s this hottie?” came a low, smokey feminine voice from behind me.
I swiveled and saw Freya standing there with two other attractive young women, one eying me with equal confusion as I felt, and the other like she was a ravenous dog.
“Sorority is over there,” I told the girls, motioning with my chin to an empty table on the other side of the room.
The confused girl grinned, and the ravenous one’s smile dropped.
“Asshole,” Freya said with a laugh. “Ash, these are my friends, Heather and Vicky.”
“Who’s the one who called me hot?” I demanded, eying the two girls.
The girl Vickey and Freya both pointed to the third, Heather, whose smile was back in what I assumed was desperate sex appeal.
Desperation didn’t really appeal to me, but hey, flirting was fun, and while Freya was off limits, her friends most definitely were not.
“Alright, you seem to have good taste, so you can sit next to me,” I told Heather.
The girl’s eyes widened, but she wasted no time in scooting next to me on the booth bench, turning herself completely toward me to flirt, I assumed.
“What the hell?” Freya demanded, sounding none too happy about Heather scooching in close.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Vickey drawled, smacking Freya on the ass before slipping into the booth just as Angelina came bounding back, greeting the girls.
Freya eyed me with a frown as she sat in the booth several spots over, exactly where I needed her to stay. If mental space didn’t work to keep her out of my head, then I needed a physical fucking boundary before I bent her over and—
“It’s our song!” Angelina cried, pulling on my hand, but I refused to move.
“I already told you, I’m not singing shit,” I insisted. “No amount of begging or peer pressure is going to get me to do it.”
The familiar sounds of Aha’s ‘Take on me’ blared through the little bar, the synth keyboard drawing all eyes to the stage as Angelina looked almost hurt that I wouldn’t go up with her.
“I’ll do it with you,” Freya told Angel. “Ash can’t sing for shit, anyway.”
She wasn’t wrong.
The girls linked arms as the cue came.
