"Lucy, did that delivery girl really have such an effect on you?" I asked. "Was that real, or were you just testing me for my response?" "No, It was r...al," she said. "I've had women check out my tits before but it was just a comparison kind of glance, just to see what other women have. This one was different. She also looked me up and down from my head to my toes. She had a, I don't know, lust-filled look on her face while she looked me over. Kinda like she wanted me or something." "Did you. “Well yes, but..I’m with your brother and I love him” “Fuck you”, she said, hitting me on the leg. “You seriously have issues”, I said, hitting her back and then looking back at the road. “I don’t care if you if you love my brother, it’s not like he has to know, it’ll be our little secret”. “I don’t like secrets”, I said, “Secrets fuck things up, secrets are a waste of time”. She suddenly placed her hand on my leg, I felt myself tingle from her touch, I felt the feelings that I had. Frozen for a moment, spitting out the puke that remained in her mouth, Saphira finally moved her hands to her chest, sifting through the small chunks of fruit that she had eaten a few hours previously. And then, slowly, very slowly, but surely, her hands moved to her pussy, pushing the mass of puke on her stomach to her cunt. Saphira began to move her hand slowly over her clit, grinding the vomit into her snatch. Faster and faster and faster she began to move her fingers, until she was. She turned and headed toward the back left area of the main club room, leaving me to follow behind her, stumbling awkwardly, not used to walking quickly with my hands bound behind my back. Trying to ignore the stares of the people we passed - and, worse yet, the hands that casually reached out to stroke my breasts or my backside, from which I was powerless to protect myself - I followed her through an archway into another large room, this one well-lit by comparison. I gasped as I looked.