Chapter 134

Bianka couldn’t stop looking up and around when we walked inside. She shrugged off her sweater and draped it over her arm.

"Not your typical suburban McMansion," I said cockily.

"It’s exquisite," she said.

I smiled and let her explore. I knew Bianka would get where I wanted her to go. It took less than two minutes.

"Whoa," she said when she came to the bar. "Um, do you mind if I, um?"

"Help yourself," I said.

She had found the silver tray covered by a small mountain of cocaine and a dozen lines. It was time to hit the ground running. Bianka fondled a silver straw and bent over. As she snorted her lines, I ran a hand down her ass and between her thighs. Heat radiated from her.

"I love that feeling," Bianka said, looking up and holding her nose closed.

I stepped behind her and ground my crotch into her ass. My hands moved up her hips, across her bare stomach, and cupped her brea