Chapter 912

"I think that’s a question better left for you," I said, full of confidence. "Your pussy is so tight, you might get too sore before I’m even close to done."

"Here you go, Londy," Victoria said, passing her the glass straw.

Six thick, long lines of cocaine sat on the tray. London looked at me with those flirtatious blue eyes.

"Let’s put that hypothesis to some very rigorous testing," she said.

After one more electric smile, London addressed the coke with a greedy, determined look. She hooked her blonde hair around her ear and gave me a perfect look. I moved a little to the side and got the same view I had had of another UCLA cheerleader doing a line when I was in college. London made it appear just as easy as her aunt had -- I just presumed the truth of my guess now; I could try to confirm it later. She snorted the second and, after throwing her head back and passing the straw to Victoria, put her hands behind her back a