I knew I would be in for a good fucking that night, a really good fucking. I took my time with my makeup and hair, knowing that I had to look extra go...d. I chose a short dress, one that fall just under my arse. I felt myself getting wet just by knowing what would happen on the night that lay ahead. He sent me a message, making sure I would come on the night. “Yeah, I’ll be there”, I confirmed, double checking my hair in the mirror. I still had a few things to before I would be ready to go. Everyone wants to take part in it. It’s where the money is. I’ve seen women try to claw each other’s eyes out to be the club bitch. Well I’m going to mark you. First with my door pick and then I’m going to slice your face up in tiny pieces with this.”She pulled the stiletto out of her belt.“You think I’m ugly,” she spat the words out now, “ by the time I’ve finished with you, your face will look like a lepers.”She slowly walked towards me. I backed away as much as I could frantically looking. Money and a semi-safe future aside the lack of people to deal with never failed to bring joy to her heart. No one would care or even notice if she wasn’t bringing her A-game all day every day, if she had wasted money on a haircut to look ‘professional’ or cut the hair herself to avoid spending a ton of money on an unpleasant experience with more people she couldn’t stand.And who would complain if she were to take a masturbation break right there, right then? No one, that’s who. She was still. She stood briefly over Jared with glossy wet thighs, a hint of fleshy pink arousal showing through the ebony. “Behave yourself and we’ll be nice to you.” He did not care why she was leaving the group, not with two other lovely females within his grasp, both of them floundering in post-orgasmic bliss.Recklessly he let his hands and mouth rove wherever the hell they wanted, kissing Vanessa’s svelte stomach and reaching to cup Jaylee’s tits. So much feminine delight was at his disposal—curves over.