“Those guys at my five-o’-clock are two of them.”
“Okay,” she said and started typing on her phone again. “You look guilty! The music had slowed to something with a calmer beat, and we stayed pressed close to each other as we swayed to the beat. “Natashya flirted with a guy and then blew him off.”
“While I had Marcus’ cock in me,” the dancer clarified. Ashlee nodded and knelt beside the masseuse, her chest rising and falling with every nervous breath. They were beautiful little teardrops of cream-colored flesh about the size of a standard orange capped with dark pink nipples. Some of her hair slipped free as she whipped her head back and forth, and somehow, she managed to slip her feet under her, thrust her hips forward, and roll the rest of her body away from me until she was on her knees, still straddling me in her lap. I took a quick look down the dancer’s shirt and then looked up to see what Erin and Shea thought about getting a front-row seat to the show Natashya was putting on, and I found myself looking into Ashlee’s shocked face as she stood at the top of the stairs watching us.
