Pull up a chair. And close the door. I've had enough interruptions for one day."Velvet closed the door and sank down into the wooden chair in front of...the man's desk. She shivered a little, thinking about how Williamson had bent her double over a chair just like this and fucked her from behind like some sort of slave girl.The thought flashed through her mind that, if it had been Ben, she might not have minded so much."Spill it, Velvet. I've got a ton of paperwork to get through before I go home. By their convoluted way of thinking they forked out a lot of money for tuxedos, corsages, dinner and of course the Cadillac so naturally once they’ve applied the alcohol and pot their dates should be more than willing to put out. The more I hear them talk about the impending prom night bacchanalia the more concerned I become that they won’t last until Friday night and will wear themselves out jerking off every time they get to thinking about what they are anticipating. When Wednesday rolls. I was willing to overlook that, but her personality was awful, really. She was eyeing me greedily from the start, and when we met each other in the garden, she started chowing down on me instantly. Whatever I had to offer, she snatched up right away. Now, I’m sure you all know this, but it wasn’t that fun doing it like that. I mean, I have all the respect for all of you girls letting me fuck you, but clearly she just wanted to use my body until she could fuck no more- not till I could fuck no. When he caught her up, Chloe was beaming. “Like a charm,” she said.“Just don’t do that too often,” Sam muttered.Chloe spat her gum out, producing a new stick immediately, which she popped into her mouth before saying, “What’s the matter? Getting nervous, lovergirl?”“Fuck’s sake,” Sam said.Unperturbed, Chloe said, “Might as well take the bus, eh?”“Why? Where are we going? Anyway, I don’t have my card with me. Or money for that matter.” Sam was cursing himself. He should have thought of that. No.