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“I dunno.” I shrugged. “I stood outside the car and he shoved my head in the seat and butt fucked me in Target’s parking lot off of I-35 the other day. In broad daylight.”

“Cool,” she said as if it were no big deal. “Is he, like, into threesomes?”

I had no idea, but I answered anyway. “Uhhm. No.”

If he was, Katie wouldn’t be the chick I’d choose for our third. It’d have to be a bitch with some meat on her bones. Someone worth losing my threesome virginity to. Not some skinny bitch that only wanted my man’s cock. Or fist. It’d have to be a bad bitch.

Like Nicki Minaj.

I’d let Nicki Minaj stick her tongue in my ass while Dick was balling me for sure.

“Let me ask you something,” I said.

“Okay.”

“Do you like it in the butt?”

“Uh huh.”

“Okay, when you’re you know, when your guy starts off, does it send a freaking shockwave through you and make you just lose it?”

“Like make me come?”

“Uh huh.”

“Yeah. It’s pretty good stuff, why?”

“I dunno. I think I have some fascination with getting poked in the butt.” I chuckled. “It makes me come so hard.”

“Well, graduate to getting two at once,” she said. “That? That’s as close to heaven as you’ll ever be.”

“He poked his finger in my butt while he was fucking me on Wednesday. So, that was pretty close.”

She shook her head and laughed. “It’s not the same.”

“What you fucking girls doing? I fucking fuck. Standing for the ever. Why no work? Your ethics is for shit. Fucking fuck,” Patel complained.

I glanced at the clock. “It’s ten till. We’re not open yet.”

He shook his head. “I fucking swearing.”

I shrugged. “Ten minutes is ten minutes.”

“And ten inches is ten inches,” Katie whispered.

“Amen sista.”

Patel looked up from the liquor ledger. “I swear to fuck. I should sell this bitch.”

Do us all a favor, fucktard.

“I’ll go open up,” Katie said.

“Fine with me. Hell, yesterday I made $25 bucks over the lunch rush.”

She laughed. “Thirty. But I had a big tipper.”

The instant she unlocked the door, it swung open.