Your little wake-up call puts me in the mood for more ass fucking. Jinx, you’re today’s featured dancer on my pole. You okay with that, sweetheart?” He struts to the bed, determination darkening his features. Toombs and I disengage and sit up. He remains silent. I can’t tell if he’s in trouble with Rax for “disobeying” or if he’s just plain ambivalent. Either way, I wish he’d say something. “Do I have a choice?” I say to Rax. Certainly doesn’t feel like it. The endorphin high from the near orgasm is definitely going to get me into more trouble. All my common sense controls are down. All the party switches are fully engaged. All inhibitions have left the building. “You always have a choice. But you might want to ask yourself whether you’ll regret it later if you pass up a shot at playing the meat in a Rax and Toombs DP sandwich. A lot of women would kill to be standing where you are right now.” He yanks me to my feet and pops my butt with a hard slap. I jump.
