Page 29 of My Best Friend's Brother

I was about to tell her it was a fiver when the doofus from earlier walked up behind Jessica, his mouth close to her ear as he mumbled something to her. Her eyes changed, a sadness appearing in them that wasn’t there five seconds ago.

He wasveryfucking close to her, and I was trying to work out if they knew each other when Ellie followed my gaze, groaning.

“He can pay for these. Charge him full whack,” Ellie muttered to me.

I caught her arm, and she turned to me with a frown.

“Who’s he?”

“The guy paying for our drinks.” Ellie laughed before her gaze turned quizzical. “Wait, why do you care?”

“I don’t.” I shrugged as Ellie informed the muscle head that he needed to pay for their wine.

His face contorted into disbelief, and he stunned me by shaking his head and walking away.

“Yo, isn’t he paying?” I called out to Ellie, who stared after him with fury.

Jessica stepped forward, pulling a twenty out of her bag. Her fingernails are inky black, and I couldn’t help but notice the ring on her finger.

“Is this enough?” Jessica asked, her voice silky and smooth.

I couldn’t stop imagining what she’d sound like if I fucked her.

“One sec,” I said, turning to the cash register, swapping the twenty for a ten and a five. “Here’s your change.”

She frowned, looking up at me with a faint smile.

“Thanks, Logan.”

“Hey, are you okay?” I asked, mentally kicking myself for asking her that.

The bar was rammed, and I hadn’t got the time for this shit, yet here I was.

Jessica nodded, swallowing. She turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me with a hard cock and a solid image of her ass in that dress.

She’s going straight into the wank bank.

When my shift finished, I found my horny European girl waiting for me, leaning on the bar with a dirty smirk.

“I’ve gotta finish up here, but I’ve got fifteen,” I said, ogling her ample breasts.

“Fifteen?” She blinked, frowning.

“Minutes.” I laughed, nodding at Razza, my boss.

He knows the drill.

“You want to sit and talk?” The girl said, pausing to glance around the bustling bar.

What?

“Well, if I’ve got fifteen minutes, I know how I’d like to spend them. It’s not talking.” I shrugged, giving her a chance to back down.

“Oh!”

She cottoned on, nodding excitedly. She licked her lips before whispering in a language something I didn’t understand to her friend.

“Where?” She said to me quizzically.

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