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“Oh,” I laugh. “Makes sense.”
I’ve still got about $800 in American bills. I slip the cash to Polina, saying, “Why don’t you come sit with us? My friends are behaved. Better than thekachkiat least.” I nod toward the table where Adrik, Jasper, and Vlad lounge in their seats, throwing periodic glances in our direction while pretending not to.
“Not bad looking,” Olga says, giving them a once-over. “I don’t know aboutGospodin Skelet.” She wrinkles her nose at Jasper’s tattoos.
Polina says. “I kind of like him.”
“And you’ll keep liking him.” I grin. “As long as he doesn’t talk.”
I lead the girls back to the table, squishing in more chairs and ordering a fresh round of drinks. Soon we’re passing shots around the circle, and another of Jasper’s roll-ups.
Olga is red-faced and giggling, clinging to Vlad’s arm, asking him to flex so she can try crushing his bicep with both hands.
“Oni kak kamni!”she giggles.It’s like a rock!
“Try like this …” Polina says to Jasper.
She takes a long inhale off the roll-up and then slowly exhales an inch from his mouth, so he can breathe in the smoke all over again, straight from her lungs.
“Gets you twice as high,” she murmurs, her red painted lips brushing against his mouth, her hand on his thigh.
Adrik pulls me onto his lap, murmuring into my ear, “You didn’t bring anyone back for yourself …”
His fingers grip my hips. His cock presses against my ass.
I shift on his lap, draping my arm around his neck and tickling the side of his face with my fingernails.
“I’m being generous,” I say. “Sharing with your friends …”
I’m a Greek bearing gifts—the girls are the Trojan horse.
Even Jasper can’t resist. Soon we’re all laughing and drunk, Olga likewise sitting on Vlad’s lap, Polina hanging on Jasper’s shoulders.
We leave the bikes parked outside the club, sharing two cabs back to the Den.
Vlad throws Olga over his shoulder and carries her down to his room because she’s too tipsy to navigate the stairs in her stilettos. Jasper and Polina have already disappeared.
Adrik rips my shirt off before we’ve even made it down the hallway. I kick off one shoe and then the other, but the leather pants defeat me. I’m hot and sweaty, they’re sticking to my skin.
Adrik throws me down on the bed, peeling me like a banana, stripping off the pants and flinging them across the room. He does the same with my underwear, jumping on me and shoving my legs apart, burying his face between my thighs. He licks my pussy like he’s starving, his mouth warm and wet from drinking.
I’m too impatient for oral, I try to get up and kiss him again, but he shoves me down, thrusting his tongue in me, lapping at my clit like an animal.
“You love doing that,” I say, in a tone of wonder.
“It’s my favorite thing.”
“Your literal favorite? Over all the other things we do?”
I don’t believe that for a second, but Adrik insists: “I’d rather eat your pussy than anything else. You taste like candy. When you’re about to cum you taste even better.”
“What’s your favorite way to do it?”
“When you ride my face.”
“You want me to do that now?”
“Can I film it?”
