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I can’t help but laugh at his nasty ass.
Laila’s face lights up when she spots me. She hurries over and gives me a hug. Thanking me for coming out to support her. I introduce her to Marika. And she wishes Laila much success on the new album. More hugs, then she’s off to greet the rest of her guests.
I take Marika by the hand and lead her to a booth not too far from the bar reserved for M&K executives, which also overlooks the dance floor. There’s already two bottles of Bollinger on ice in a bucket on the table along with flutes.
Marika and I are on our second glass of champagne when we both lock eyes on the bangin’ beauty with the melon-sized titties and plump ass—rocking a red skimpy, low-cut blouse and red short skirt, perched up at the VIP bar, sipping from a martini glass. I’m not sure where she’s come from, but she definitely wasn’t sitting in that spot ten minutes ago. Or maybe she was.
All I know is, she’s there now. And I’m diggin’ what I see. And so is Marika.
“Now she’s sexy,” Marika says, leaning into me.
I grin. “You think she got good pussy?”
“There’s only one way to find out,” she says, placing her flute to her lips, then slowly taking a sip. She licks her lips, setting her glass back on the table.
I glance back over toward the bar. Whoever chick is, she’s someone I’ve never seen before. And judging by the way the vultures are swooping in on her, no one else knows who she is either.
I like that. She wasn’t one of the regular groupie chicks who stalked industry parties.
I rub my chin. Fresh meat to pound this dick in.
“How much you want to bet, her panties are red, too?” Marika says, bringing my attention back to her.
I eye her as she takes her tongue and glides it around the rim of her drink as if she were licking the head of a fat dick. She dips her tongue down into her drink, then takes another slow sip. She sets her empty glass on the bar, licking her juicy, glossy lips.
I feel my dick slowly stirring in my drawz.
“You see that?” Marika says low, leaning into my ear.
“No doubt.” I bite my bottom lip, imagining her long, pierced tongue lapping at my balls, then sliding over my…
Marika playfully pinches me. “I know that look.”
I hit her with a sexy grin, feigning ignorance. “What look, baby?”
“Don’t play coy with me. That ‘I’d love to feel that silver ball rolling over my hole’ look.”
I laugh. “Yo, you know me so well. Guilty as charged.” I narrow my gaze. “Don’t front like you weren’t thinking the same thing.”
Now it’s her turn to laugh. “Busted.”
“So, what you think? Latina or Italian?”
She glances over at the bar. “Mmm. It’s kind of hard to tell with the lighting. She could be Italian.”
I lick my lips. “Nah, she’s definitely Latina, baby. Look at that ass on her. And them juicy made-for-dick-sucking lips.”
“And clit sucking,” Marika adds teasingly.
I lean in and kiss her on the lips, catching the eye of our prospective lay for the night if things kick off the way I hope. Although Marika and I rarely indulge our sexual appetites at these types of industry parties, every now and then someone worthwhile becomes an exception to the rule.
Tonight, it might be the beauty at the bar.
Marika brings her flute to her lips, taking another sip. “She’s still looking over here. I think you should go over and invite her to join us.”
I lean in and give Marika a long sensual kiss, then slide out of the booth and make my way over toward the bar. Baby girl is checkin’ me hard as I head her way. Her eyes seem to light up as she arches her back, poking her titties out more.
“What’s your name, beautiful?” I yell over the music into her ear, placing my hand on the small of her back.
