Page 11 of Manhattan Secret

Priya:OMFG!! I need wine for this. Can a mom day-drink? Asking for a friend. That friend is me because OMFG, Laney!

Cali:Excuse me, I think we have a crossed line with a slut. Did you just say you had sex two times in a restroom last night?

Laney:I did say that. Yes, it was I.

Cali:I’m with Priya. This is not a coffee conversation.

Cali:We only texted to wish you good luck, bitch. We didn’t know we were getting told hot, nasty details of your filthy bathroom sex.

Laney:I’m out of coffee! *sob*

Laney:And I didn’t say you were getting details.

Cali:Fuck you very much. You move across the country; you leave us with only our husbands and kids… and then you expect us to not want details?

Priya:Fess up, Laney. The last time I had sex, Clinton was getting a blowjob.

Cali:The last time I had sex; Armstrong planted a flag in the moon.

Laney:Firstly, you’re both too young for those events.

Cali:Yeah, we are. #youngbitchesUNITE

Priya:Are we still hashtagging? Didn’t hashtags go out of style around 10 years ago? I worry that I’m out of style with the kids.

Cali:Oh FFS, you’re married to a billionaire, why the fuck do you care if you’re hip and stylish?

Priya:True. Continue, Laney. Bathroom sex… Who?

Cali:Your first week in NYC and you get laid. Already your life is 200% better. Yay, Laney. I still miss you, bitch. Come home. Also, REST ROOM SEX, Details!

Laney:Okay, okay. God. Chill out. It’s too early to deal with this kind of excitability without coffee. I forgot to stop at Target. I wanted to go to work calm as a kumquat.

Cali:Then don’t tell us you got some dick.

Laney:I don’t know who it was.

Priya:THE SHAME! Was he hot?

Cali:She banged him in a bathroom, and got 3 massive O’s, of course he’s ridiculously hot. Better question. Was he hung?

I end up laughing my butt off, eating pizza and telling my two best friends in the entire world all about the greatest thirty minutes of my life. I still feel him big and hard between my legs and every time I cross my legs, the twinge in the crease of my groin reminds me of what scandalous, delicious things I did only hours ago.

Priya:I’m drooling. Seriously, I’m thinking of waking up Blake and riding his face off. That’s hot, Laney. Why didn’t you bring him home?!

Cali:Serial killers.

Priya:She did not sex up a serial killer. He was hung like a stud. No one with those kind of measurements would turn to murder.

Laney:I’m not here for a relationship.

Laney:Plus, if we start with sex, literally minutes after clapping eyes on each other, we’re both sluts and not looking for anything more.

Laney:I’m good. It was a nice time, a really great time, but I don’t want more than that.

Cali:The cobwebs have well and truly been cleared.

Priya:Praise the Lord.

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