Take your hand out of your panties
Finish fucking yourself from the outside.
Push those panties up into your pussy. Get them as wet as you can, full of your cum and mine.
Then take them off.
Clean those filthy fingers off with the panties too. I don’t want to miss a single drop.
Put my meal in that take-out container and bring it out to me.
And send me that voice memo. I need some pump up music for my next game.
EMMA
(voice memo attachment)
HARLAN
Such a good fucking girl
Emma emerged from the bathroom about a minute later, the take-out container held low at her side. She caught my eye and gave me the middle finger. I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face.
“Royce, you forgot your to-go bag!”
Emma’s footsteps sounded behind me. “Oh, thanks. See you later, then.”
“See ya. Go fuck yourself!” she added with a broad smile.
While I was waiting to take my seat, I texted Emma again. It was a risk to text her with all the guys around, but it was kind of a rush. They were all absorbed in their phones anyway.
HARLAN
Hey.
I’m still in love with you.
EMMA
You’re also still horny, panty sniffer
Try again when you’re not fighting a stiffie
“Hey, Royce,” Cap said carefully. “Do you have something to tell us?”
I froze with the take-out container in my hand and did what anyone does when guilty and caught: I shoved it behind my back.
“What’s in the box?” Dottie asked, sounding amused.
“Nothing. Food.” I cringed as Garner plucked it from my fingers. “Hey, give that back!”
Garner threw it behind him, where Dottie caught it.
“Pretty light for food,” Dottie said, weighing it between his hands.
“Wait, Cap, what are you talking about?”
He grimaced and handed me his phone.
