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Some were on the men’s laps, some were dancing topless to impress them, and others were already down on their knees, sucking their cocks.
I had become good at ignoring what was going on around me, but I often found myself watching the girls pleasure the guys. Then I’d go home and touch myself while thinking of the scenes stuck in my head.
Fender was on my mind a lot, but I hated to admit that I often dreamt about him. In my dreams, he wasn’t an asshole. He didn’t ignore me the way he did in real life, and he would talk to me.
Bathroom, I reminded myself as I got up from the couch. I walked through the living room and looked around, deciding which of the three bathrooms would be best to use.
The one down the hall was open, but there were panties by the door, and I knew what I’d find if I went there.
I turned to look toward the smaller bathroom which was essentially just a toilet and sink. Just as I started walking, someone else went in there, making me stop in my tracks.
I sighed loudly, knowing my last choice was the bathroom upstairs.
Turning on my heels, I made my way back to the living room and past everyone enjoying each other, and once I reached the stairs, I held on to the railing and dragged myself up.
“Remi!”
I turned before hitting the top of the stairs, meeting Jagger’s eyes as he stood at the bottom with an arm around a girl. Nancy.
I cocked a brow at him, wondering what the hell he wanted from me when he already had someone taking good care of his needs. “What?”
“Where are you going?” he asked, his words clear. He was drunk, but he still managed to stand there without wobbling and stumbling.
“Bathroom,” I told him, pointing my thumb over my shoulder.
“You gonna be okay?” He was worried I wouldn’t make it to the bathroom and then back downstairs. “Need me to come with you?”
I dismissed him with a wave and grimaced. “I’ll be fine. I can still think straight,” I assured him, hoping to sound less drunk than I actually was.
He cocked a brow at me, studying me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure, Jagger. I’m a big girl.”
Nancy looked up at Jagger with a face that said,I told you so.
But Jagger wasn’t convinced, and I knew he was worried about something more. The bedrooms upstairs were always occupied on Friday nights, and I would have to walk by all those rooms with a high chance of finding some doors open, able to watch what kinky shit was going down.
“I’ll be fine. I won’t look,” I promised him.
Nancy placed a hand on his chest, whispering something to him. He looked at her, then gazed up at me again. He looked defeated, and I wondered what Nancy said to him. I wasn’t going to ask though. I didn’t care.
“Fine. Come find me when you’re done. I’ll be over at the bar.”
I nodded, then turned to walk away before he stopped me again.
The bar was attached to the clubhouse, and there was a door leading over to it in the kitchen. It would be crazier over there, but if Jagger wanted me there with him, I would go.
I kept my eyes on the floor as I walked down the hallway, but I stopped when I heard a girl moan out Fender’s name.
I couldn’t help it.
I had to look.
Damn you being so curious!
I turned to my right and looked at the bedroom door in front of me. It was pushed open enough for me to see the bed, then my eyes landed on a woman’s back.
I dared to let my eyes wander further, and as I took in the sight of her sitting on Fender’s hips, I couldn’t look away.
