I knew where Molly and James were heading. One of the playrooms upstairs. I had got a job with Pete when he bought Driftwood. I was the designer. I k...ew exactly what shade of paint were on each wall, what style flooring, where the chrome tap fittings had come from. I also ordered all the kinkiness that was upstairs from the lube cupboard to the fluffy hand cuffs in the zebra themed playroom. I would come back to driftwood under bags and I would insist that I had to try them out on someone.. Marcos leaned over and spit into her mouth and on her face. That was all she needed and let the orgasm overtake her body. Jackie let out a small scream as she again covered the floor with her juices.With his camera still recording, Kevin helped her to her feet with her face and tits covered in spit and piss and cum running out her ass.“Jackie, the only way this would have been any better would have been if your tits were twice their size.”She just stared up at him knowing what she would. There was a much longer line this time. When she came back, we continued to dance. After a couple dances we went to watch the bull and hung out by the booth.Finally, they called her name. She looked at me with a surprised look and I told her she was up! She asked if she could have her bra and thong back but I told her there was no time, it was her turn. The guy in the booth saw her and motioned for her to come over (obviously remembered her from earlier). Again, she handed me her drink, smirked. The lift door opened and I stepped out, she started to follow me but then decided not to. The lift door closed and I ran down the corridor, crying to my room and locked it behind me.I couldn't settle down. I was still angry, hurt, upset. I felt betrayed by someone who I thought was a friend. I wasn't ready to accept logic just yet, but I knew deep down it was just because she was drunk, very drunk, by the end of the evening. I made myself a black coffee and tried to watch some television.