“Leonard Mastin’s here.”
“What?”
It’s Ash. She’s right over my shoulder. “Leonard Mastin’s here.”
Janel still has my dick in her hands when I turn around. “Did I invite a VP to this bitch?”
Janel lets go of my dick.
Ashley looks at it. She looks at Janel.
Janel looks away. She’s looking at Christopher and Constance, who are fucking.
“Hey! Hey!” That’s Ashley to Constance.
Constance looks up. Her head is against the closet. They’re not fucking, I was wrong. They’re not fucking but they’re close.
Ash says: “Did you do a shot with me? Silly girl. Constance, I didn’t even see you come in! Have you been back here all this time?” Ash looks to Janel for confirmation. Even in the blacklight, Janel blushes. “Leonard Mastin is here.”
“Did Gao see him?”
Ash shrugs.
Constance is kissing Christopher’s nasty throat, deep.
Ash tells them: “Stay right there. I’ll bring us drinks. But you” [Constance] “are definitely doing a shot with me.” She’s talking to my ex. She ignores her ex this whole time. Christopher Fuggz. Even Ashley hates him. She never calls him by his name. She calls him “Worst Mistake”.
“Who’s Leonard Mastin?”
“Huh?” I’m looking back at Janel and my dick has softened.
Her legs are spread. She definitely looks more comfortable than when I first walked in. Her Frederick’s of Hollywood outfit, head-to-toe, naughty angel, even the socks. See the strip in the bottom of her panties. Go to touch it. I want to. Ash is leaving. She’s looking in the room, half her face visible, as she closes the door. Yeah. The door to the makeout room should be closed. I could take this girl back to Ashley’s bedroom—or the craft room. Do a little Stampin’ Up. I put my finger inside the leg of her panties.
“Who is Leonard Mastin?”
“He’s this guy we work with.” But I’m looking at Christopher’s ass, skinny little ass, poking up in the air as he’s working his way down into Constance Page’s crotch.