Chapter 27

"I suppose it’s only fair that I repay the favor," she said, pulling her clothes off with surprising eagerness. All that remained was a skimpy black thong. Her nipples were erect, and I saw her neck was flush.

"Good god almighty," Ryan breathed. "Those are fucking exquisite."

He wasted no time using a heavy titanium card to scoop up a healthy bit of coke and dumping it on Rita’s breasts. I’d never seen her look at another man like she was now. Her eyes burned with lust, and I felt a twinge of jealousy. Ryan took the card and, with the passion of a sculptor, shaped two curved lines that traced the curve of Rita’s breasts and ended near her nipples.

I glanced at the other girls, who were stirring a clear liquid into the Champagne glasses they still held.

"It’s liquid molly," I heard Juliet say. "Not cut with anything. We really should booty bump it sometime -- I bet that would be heaven -- but this will do."