Page 25 of Swallow Your Sorries

“Then get to work,” Bae says coolly, heading to a free spot on the couch and lighting a cigar. “Make it good. I’m already risking scabies just sitting here.”

“Find me a better simulation next time,” I mutter to Hale before taking a seat beside Bae. Immediately the red hair crawls into my lap, her nearly translucent nipples even with my mouth.

I’d envisioned Elle’s nipples to be darker. The same colour pink as her lips.

“So yours is close at least?” Bae asks, eyeing the three girls who just sauntered in from an adjoining room at Hale’s command. They’re all petite and smiling prettily, their white teeth set in dazzling dark and bronzed skin. All contenders for Zedd, and Étienne had they stayed, and of course Bae. Or so I’d think. So Hale had thought.

“If they’re not up to par, just watch. There’s always room on my team,” Hale says as a blonde slithers up to him and strips off his blazer while another crawls on her knees to unfasten his belt.

“They’ll do,” Bae says disinterestedly as he beckons a girl over. The minute she reaches for him though, he catches her wrist so hard even her tits as big as bee stings jiggle from the force. “Rule one.Don’t touch me. I’ll touch you. Understood?”

She swallows and nods.

“Get on the table and lay down. I’m thirsty.”

The redhead’s tits partially block out Bae who’s methodically pouring a glass of vodka over the woman’s body. He tosses his long hair up into a bun and drinks from the slight dip between the girl’s breasts before guiding the other girls to do the same.

But his eyes are locked on me,waiting.

And so is Red.

She bounces, settling her hot slit over my cock and fully blocking Bae out.

Her tit swipes my cheeks, but I can’t bring myself to suck on her nipple. It’s the wrong fucking colour.

“What about your rules?” she asks, her voice heavy with lust. “Am I allowed to touch you?” She wraps one arm around my neck, her fingers sinking into my nape.

Shewouldn’t ask me the rules. I’d tell her what the rules were.

“Rule one. Shut the fuck up.” I say, digging my fingers into her hips. They aren’t shallow enough or wide enough as I span their width. They don’t fit me properly.

But maybe if she didn’t talk, and I didn’t have to listen to her siren’s voice as opposed tohersoft one, I could just pretend. We could just pretend.

Red bites her lip and stifles a giggle.

Shewouldn’t giggle. She’d swallow.

She wouldn’t let me explore her so freely as Red’s doing. She’d grab my wrists. She’d want to stop me, but ultimately, she’d let me do whatever the fuck I want because deep down she likes it.

Smooth. That’s what comes to mind as I stroke my fingers down Red’s spine. Her skin’s too smooth and hairless like she’s been waxed everywhere besides her insides.

I don’t like it.

I like the goosebumps.

I like the fine downy of white-blond hairs that trail down the back of Elle’s nape into her leotard.

Time ticks by and she grinds her hips, keeping my rule of keeping silent, but no matter how much she shifts her hips, my cock isn’t getting hard.

I can’t focus on her mysteriously wet slit because nothing is arousing.

All I can focus on is how the red of her hair is too artificial, like a crayon.

All I can hear are her fake-ass breathy moans, and the slurping from the coffee table behind her and Hale and his harem behind them.

“Call me Haley,” Hale moans from the cradle of one blonde’s thighs, while the other two work his cock with jerky head movements.

“Haley’s a girl’s name,” the blonde giggles.

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