Chapter Sixty-Two

The men sat around the table, cards in their hands and a pile of colored chips in the middle. Valerie had made sure their glasses stayed full and fetched chips, pretzels, or even sandwiches if they asked. Each time, Nick slid his hand up her leg to her ass, sometimes fingering her drenched folds before dropping his hand again and winking at her. Miles and Keith hadn’t been as brazen, but they each ogled her breasts, and Miles glided a finger down her cleavage once as he stared deeply into her eyes and a salacious grin on his lips.

Scott had seemed uncomfortable for the first couple of hands, watching as she allowed the other men to touch and grope her, slapping her ass and pinching her legs. He also said nothing when Damien yanked her down onto his lap, making her spread her legs as he bounced her up and down. Scott kept his comments to himself, but he squirmed as he watched the shenanigans without participating. It was obvious he didn’t know how to behave, and from what Val