Chapter 943

There were two dozen lines of coke neatly laid out on what was normally a makeup vanity. Henry led the way, and the cocaine disappeared in hierarchical order -- Henry first, then Dave, Ken, the backup singers, Emily and me. I didn’t mind going last. It gave me an unobstructed view of the gap between her skinny, slightly knock-kneed legs and the underside curve of her ass in her dangerously short dress.

While Emily did her lines, the other three girls in the room got on their knees in front of one of the men. Katie was in front of Henry. Kelly knelt before Ken, the drummer, and Elizabeth before Dave, the guitar player. Along with the sound of Emily’s smooth inhalation, the room filled with the sounds of mouths greedily sucking cocks. Emily popped up and grinned at me. She rubbed her nose and looked at me with dancing, taunting eyes.

"Get on your knees, slut," I told her coldly.

Her smile got broader. Emily liked playing games and pushing buttons. She obeye