Page 76 of Stanton Adore

“Well, don’t stop on the stairs, stupid.”

Mmm, good point. I walk to the bottom of the stairs and continue reading.

Layaway Name: Beautiful Slut

Layaway Number: 69

Item Purchased: Lamborghini

Pickup time: 1:00 a.m: Don’t be late!

I smile and continue to the dance floor to join the girls and Adrian.

Two hours later, I’m feeling very woozy on my legs when my favorite song comes on. It’s a track by Jason Derulo called ‘Talk Dirty to Me”. I pull out my phone, smiling, and text Joshua:

Talk Dirty to Me

I smile as I put my phone away. OK, let’s see what he’s got.

My phone beeps immediately.

Keep thinking those dirty thoughts, precious. I want that beautiful tight cunt nice and creamy when I suck on it later.

Holy fuck. He’s good at talking dirty; that’s absolutely filthy. I smile again. What in the hell am I doing? I am so out of my league here. I text back a lame reply:

It’s working, I like it.

My phone beeps immediately.

You will swallow.

Christ, um, what will I write?

Yes.

It beeps again:

It wasn’t a question.

OK, it’s official. He’s the hottest man on the planet and I find myself feeling rather overheated by his texts. My phone beeps again.

How loud are you going to scream when you come on my face with your knees on my pillow?

Shit, OK. That’s dirty. I look around, feeling quite embarrassed and flushed. I just know I am going to get some awesome sex tonight. I could come just by reading his texts. My phone beeps again:

Do you have any idea how hard you are going to cop it tonight?

I smile and shake my head, good god…hard I hope. I text back:

OK you win, I’m gagging. Pickup time is now. I will be up in a minute.

A few more tracks later I turn to find Adrian with another round of margaritas so, of course, I have to drink. I wouldn’t want to waste a perfect margarita; that would be blasphemy. Needless to say, I don’t go to find Joshua for about another forty minutes. Adrian and I head toward the stairs together.

“Josh has just texted me,” he says, smiling. “I have to take you out to the limo first and he will follow a few minutes later. It will be here in twenty minutes.” I frown, not understanding why. “He just doesn’t want you two to be photographed together.”

“Oh.” I nod. “OK, that makes sense.” I smile. When we get to the top of the stairs Adrian takes my hand to lead me through the crowd and I follow, not paying any attention. He suddenly stops and I run into his back.

“Let’s get a drink,” he says nervously and pulls me toward the bar, huh, why? I look over my shoulder at Joshua and see him talking to a blonde. He’s got his hands in his pockets and he’s scowling at her.