My eyes locked onto the partially empty glass on the bartop, lost in a daydream. The memory of Callista's tenderness, of Dimitri's dominance, repeatedly played in my head. The way they both needed me. How they made me cum. Unaware, while lost in thought, I placed the tip of my nails between my teeth. My body recollected the intense, hot, burning, and pleasurable sting of pain. I crossed my right ankle around my left calf and caressed myself, lost in the daydream. "Earth to, Ivy!" I felt a towel slap me in the face, Tanya. "My bad!" I was startled before picking the empty glasses off the bar. "Where's your head?" she continued, "You've been in a daze all day." "I-I'm fine," I stammered. "Look at me and say that," she pressed. Uncontrollably, my cheeks flushed, and I fidgeted, "I'm fine." Her small hair seized my bony wrist, forcing me to face her. My eyes diverted and dodged looking at her. No matter how bad the truth was, she was one of the few people I couldn't lie t

"So," Tanya sighed, "My son has a girlfriend." My eyes widened in response. Tanya had been dreading this day since he turned ten years old. "He just turned fifteen," she groaned, inhaling her double shot of whiskey, "Does he have to be so eager to turn me into a grandmother? I'm not even forty yet." I bit my bottom lip, uncertain how to respond, "Another round?" She gave me an unhappy glance, "You have to ask?" I poured us another glass as she wallowed in self-pity, "At least you get to drink for free." "No, I'm lucky I work in a bar," she corrected, "Where I don't care if my boss wants to fire me." "Tries," I implied, "Tries to fire you, but you refuse." "If he wanted it to stick," she swallowed, "Then he wouldn't let me come back." "It's hard to tell you no," I smiled, "It's his first girlfriend. I don't think anything will come of it." "I was his age when I had him," she reminded. "True," I drank, "You raised him better than that." A look of gratuity flashe

"So, What exactly is it that makes you hot for the two of them?" Tanya pushed. "Look, I'm not sure myself," I replied. My hand fidgeted over the corkscrew before pulling it loose from the neck of the bottle. Mimosas was needed after last night. I tried acting as if I were bold enough and capable of doing it, and my inexperience ruined it. It was early morning when I awoke, and I left before they realized I was gone. I wasn't ready to face the embarrassment of last night. At the crack of dawn, I called Tanya to get me, and she was there. This woman is the closest thing I have to family. I can rely on her for anything and vice versa. We had just gotten back, and instantly, she started grilling me about the situation. "I know I enjoy it," I started as my hands poured the small amount of orange juice atop the champagne. "I can tell," she smirked, "I mean, look at you. The walk of shame never looked so hot." I glanced in the mirror aside to reveal one hell of a sight. My long h

I followed after Dimitri as we entered his home. I was unprepared for the sight that was before me. My whole body froze in shock. I pressed my lips together and tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry. What the hell was going on? "Eric?" I was forced out. I tried my best to control my tone. My eyes went to Callista, who was wearing a red silk robe with nothing underneath. Her hair was all a mess, and her lipstick was smeared and stained around her mouth. I glanced at Eric, whom she was walking towards, to see red smeared all over his neck, cheek, and torso. Where was his shirt? His rock-hard abs were exposed, and his jeans were pulled up to his hips but remained unbuttoned and slightly falling. Her hands began caressing his bare body, and I felt a twinge of frustration form. "I thought it would be fun if we invited him," she seductively glanced back at me, "Don't worry, I took him for a test run. He's good to go." Annoyance and anger replaced my frustration. Callista is

I don't know what led me to it. The promise of a cure for my hangover was more than enough to get me to call Callista. Before I knew it, we were at some fancy clothing store, and I was the only one trying on clothing. My mouth was watering from how terrible I felt. I keep fighting the urge to hurl as I continually change into clothes for her. The ones she likes, she nods. She waves off the ones she doesn't with her glass-held champagne hand. I finished my glass the instant I got back here. It's the only thing keeping me from throwing up. I looked myself up and down in the mirror. These dark jeans were nice. The underwear felt expensive against my body, too. That was the first place we stopped to shop. Once bought, she had me change. I'm her sex doll. I threw on a loose-fitted black deep v-neck before making my way out of the dressing room. I saw that her champagne glass was still full, the bottle in a golden bin of ice to keep it chilled. "Like what you see?" I asked. "Yes," s