I saw Brute looking through the glass doors that went outside. I trembled as I remembered last night. “How come you call him Brute?” I asked. Greg...laughed. Actually his name is Randle. I just call him Brute to make him sound mean. I chuckled “he is not really mean. He is lovable” I said. “Yes” said Greg “he is lovable and you loved him last night. My ex enjoyed him numerous times but I think you loved him more. I have never had a woman cum with him or surrender so totally”. I felt my pussy. That would be a conversation for a different day. We exchanged numbers, and I gave her my address. I would have some scrambling to do if I wanted to be presentable for later, as well as making my studio apartment something to look at. Brittany texted me that she was on her way. The casserole was about finished baking, but the house was still a bit of a mess. Luckily, I was able to wash up in the time allotted, so I didn’t like total crap. A studio apartment is a weird thing to tidy up. It’s. But the first time I fucked Nicole in that sleazy motel room was an exception to that rule. The fuck was definitely hot, and maybe not in the mind blowing category that makes my top five hottest ever fucks, but it was a hotter fuck than most people experience in their entire lives. I fucked her two more times after that. The last fuck was the best, we knew each other sexually by then and we held nothing back. Dirty talk, ass licking, ball sucking, nipple squeezing, and I was in control the. A few unsure chuckles erupted into full-blown cackles within seconds. ‘How have you survived, Huntress? Do you know nothing of our kind?’ His laugh became almost obscene, as he and a few members of the crowd behind him pat their stomachs and slapped their knees. Sage waited for them to finish. She had yet to pick herself off the street. ‘What do you have to say for yourself, huntress?’ The vamp swiped some stray hairs from his face before returning to a fighting stance. ‘Remote activated.