feel me up under the table though. I can’t believe I did that.
She looks at me incredulously and her mouth slowly splits into a wide grin. “Oh. My. God. He did do something. I can see it on your face.”
My face must be flaming red right now.
“What did you do?” She grabs my hand. “You have to tell me. And there’s nothing wrong with being a slut. Why else would you have me as a friend?”
I look at her, trying to decide how much to tell her. What happened at the restaurant wasn’t any worse than what happened here. And I know she’ll never judge me for it.
“Okay, fine.” I pause, not quite sure what to say. Might as well just get to the dirty details. I know what she’s looking for, and it’s not a detailed description of our lunch. “We went to an Italian restaurant nearby…and…he may have felt me up under the booth.”
“You slut!” She wraps me up in a strong hug. “I’m so proud of you!” She pulls back to regard me and smiles. “The student has become the master!”
“I don’t know about that,” I say. “I don’t think I’ll ever top your stories.”
“Thanks! That means a lot.” She’s actually being honest. She knows who she is, and she isn’t ashamed of it. That’s why I love her. “So where did you two leave off? Are you going to go on another date?” she asks.
“Not exactly.” I take my burner out of my purse and check it just in case I missed a text from him. Nothing.
“What do you mean by that?” she asks.
“He…uh…” My face blushes furiously once again. “He told me he’d come find me here tonight and make me beg for his cock.”
“Holy shit!” Her voice reaches the pitch of a preteen and she slaps me on the thigh. “Good for you. You best beg for that cock, ‘cause let me tell you, men like him don’t come around very often. You gotta get that dick while the gettin’ is good.”
“I don’t know.” I look down. “We’ll see what happens. I can’t stay out late again. My mom’s already suspicious after I showed up so late on Wednesday night.” Not like my mom ever remembers my schedule, but I couldn't use inventory as an excuse for why I was later than I said I'd be. Gio was worth it though.
“Your parents are a real trip.” She shakes her head sadly, then laughs. “Remember when she showed up to school the first night and insisted on cooking lasagna in the suite kitchen?”
“Yeah.” I laugh softly. “And then she ordered a whole kitchen set when she realized no one had bothered bringing any dishes or cookware.”
“I know I joke about your parents a lot.” She touches my cheek softly. “But they really love you, and they think they’re doing what’s best for you.”
“I know.” I look up and smile at her. “It’s just hard.”
“Not as hard as that dick’s gonna be!” Her laugh breaks through the momentary sadness. “No matter how well they mean, you can’t let your parents control your life. So you better get it.”
She looks at her watch and jumps up from the couch. “As much as I want to stay and keep you on course to Orgasmia, I have to head out to my own hot date.”
“Michael?” I can never keep her boyfriends straight.
“No, he got weird after I told him I didn’t want to move in with him.” She goes through them faster than she goes through shoes. “This is Thomas. That cute bartender from Gin Palace?”
“Oh, yeah. I remember him. He’s cute.” I stand up from the couch and give Sarah a hug. “Thanks for always having my back.”
“You know it, girl.” She gives me a European kiss on the cheeks and waves goodbye. “Just make sure to beg for that cock!”
Chapter Six
Giovanni
M y pulse is still racing as I quickly walk from the closest parking lot to Hush. My hands are still sore from taking Rizzo apart piece by piece. It’s a good soreness though. Like the kind you get after a hard day’s work, the kind that comes with a sense of accomplishment.
Rizzo was a dumb fucking kid.
She looks at me incredulously and her mouth slowly splits into a wide grin. “Oh. My. God. He did do something. I can see it on your face.”
My face must be flaming red right now.
“What did you do?” She grabs my hand. “You have to tell me. And there’s nothing wrong with being a slut. Why else would you have me as a friend?”
I look at her, trying to decide how much to tell her. What happened at the restaurant wasn’t any worse than what happened here. And I know she’ll never judge me for it.
“Okay, fine.” I pause, not quite sure what to say. Might as well just get to the dirty details. I know what she’s looking for, and it’s not a detailed description of our lunch. “We went to an Italian restaurant nearby…and…he may have felt me up under the booth.”
“You slut!” She wraps me up in a strong hug. “I’m so proud of you!” She pulls back to regard me and smiles. “The student has become the master!”
“I don’t know about that,” I say. “I don’t think I’ll ever top your stories.”
“Thanks! That means a lot.” She’s actually being honest. She knows who she is, and she isn’t ashamed of it. That’s why I love her. “So where did you two leave off? Are you going to go on another date?” she asks.
“Not exactly.” I take my burner out of my purse and check it just in case I missed a text from him. Nothing.
“What do you mean by that?” she asks.
“He…uh…” My face blushes furiously once again. “He told me he’d come find me here tonight and make me beg for his cock.”
“Holy shit!” Her voice reaches the pitch of a preteen and she slaps me on the thigh. “Good for you. You best beg for that cock, ‘cause let me tell you, men like him don’t come around very often. You gotta get that dick while the gettin’ is good.”
“I don’t know.” I look down. “We’ll see what happens. I can’t stay out late again. My mom’s already suspicious after I showed up so late on Wednesday night.” Not like my mom ever remembers my schedule, but I couldn't use inventory as an excuse for why I was later than I said I'd be. Gio was worth it though.
“Your parents are a real trip.” She shakes her head sadly, then laughs. “Remember when she showed up to school the first night and insisted on cooking lasagna in the suite kitchen?”
“Yeah.” I laugh softly. “And then she ordered a whole kitchen set when she realized no one had bothered bringing any dishes or cookware.”
“I know I joke about your parents a lot.” She touches my cheek softly. “But they really love you, and they think they’re doing what’s best for you.”
“I know.” I look up and smile at her. “It’s just hard.”
“Not as hard as that dick’s gonna be!” Her laugh breaks through the momentary sadness. “No matter how well they mean, you can’t let your parents control your life. So you better get it.”
She looks at her watch and jumps up from the couch. “As much as I want to stay and keep you on course to Orgasmia, I have to head out to my own hot date.”
“Michael?” I can never keep her boyfriends straight.
“No, he got weird after I told him I didn’t want to move in with him.” She goes through them faster than she goes through shoes. “This is Thomas. That cute bartender from Gin Palace?”
“Oh, yeah. I remember him. He’s cute.” I stand up from the couch and give Sarah a hug. “Thanks for always having my back.”
“You know it, girl.” She gives me a European kiss on the cheeks and waves goodbye. “Just make sure to beg for that cock!”
Chapter Six
Giovanni
M y pulse is still racing as I quickly walk from the closest parking lot to Hush. My hands are still sore from taking Rizzo apart piece by piece. It’s a good soreness though. Like the kind you get after a hard day’s work, the kind that comes with a sense of accomplishment.
Rizzo was a dumb fucking kid.
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