"Hi, Robbie," said Amanda. "Hello, Rob," said Christopher. "What the fuck," I said. "What are you two doing here? Waited this long to rub it in have...you?" I said. "Robbie . . ." started Amanda, but paused. “Robbie, I, we, never meant to rub anything in or rub your nose in it. For godssake how can you say such a thing to me, us!” “You’re kiddin’, right?” I said. “No!” she all but screamed. "Amanda, I left to make it easier on you to get rid of me. I knew it was coming and him being here. I turned around and rubbed his dick for him, unzipped his pants got his cock out and started massaging it while I was dancing slowly, then I let him set down I took another man, did the same, I almost did the same move to all of them.All had their cocks out now, holding them with their hands, I could see heat flowing from their foreheads, from their bodies while all the eyes where mesmerized all over my body which was getting naked step by step, as I finally got rid of the dress and started. .” she muttered, crossing the room to look at it closely. “It is. This is the Brit Award you won.”“Yes.”“I saw you there.”“What?”“I saw you at the award ceremony. You looked beautiful in that suit.”“But that category wasn’t televised. How did you...”“I was in the audience.”I closed my eyes tight for a moment.“You were here in England and dropped in to watch the awards?”“I flew in specifically to watch the awards.”“You could have said hi, perhaps. Or just given me a wave,” I said, my voice. . what every guy wants....”“Tell me?” she said, stepping forward and staring desperately into my eyes.“To fuck you!” I said.“What?!!” she gasped loudly, shocked by my audacity and bluntness. “No way, you little creep! Do you know who I am?”“OK then,” I said, pretending to make a call again.“No! Wait!” she said, angrily. She paced up and down the floor a few times racking her brain, trying to come up with a way out of this hopeless situation. She eventually came to the inevitable conclusion that.