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The smaller man laughed into the burly guy’s lips and tried to compose himself. People glanced over with stars in their gaze. Some smiled, and others rolled their eyes.

The midnight-haired man didn’t give a shit. He devoured the guy’s mouth, biting and sucking until the groans were louder than the pounding music.

I didn’t break my stare, watching the entire time that the interaction was taking place.

I knew how to read lips and could follow any conversation, no matter how far away someone was, or what other noise was around.

The Mistress hated when I parroted her conversations, and I’d learned early on to keep my superpower a secret.

I counted the times they flipped their heads.

Left.

Right.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

When they finally separated, the smaller guy tried to straighten his clothing and adjust his dick in his pants.

“You’re stopping me already. You know that means your punishment will be worse tonight.”

“Relax, Ho,” the smaller man said, but my mind was still caught on the other’s words.

Punishment?

He doesn’t mean the kind that Mistress gives me when I misbehave, surely.

It was most likely some sexual teasing game.

The voices carried to me, even though they were whispered, and I listened as if they were spoken directly to me.

“Are you sure your ass can handle another pounding so soon?”

“If I say no, will you do it again anyway?”

They moved deeper into the bar, the boyfriend still practically glued to his taller companion’s side.

My eyes followed them for a moment before I forced my attention back to my hunt.

Focus.

If I didn't get this right. I would be punished, and it would not be the fun way that the two of them were planning.

Mistress did not accept distractions or excuses.

I slid over to a barstool near them and tapped the counter.

“Bye to you too!” I heard the redhead call after me. He was still in my peripheral vision, and I kept him in sight in case I needed him.

The bartender was a woman, and her cleavage was the main view of the night, so distracting that most of the guys weren’t paying attention to the annoyance on her face.