“Okay. I’m going home with Justin.” She runs a hand through her hair. “Of course, you are. Why didn’t he go with the guys?” “Because a stripper won’t stick his dick in her mouth?” She looks at me incredulously. “Or I suppose she might, but I do it for free.” Her red-painted lips form a straight line and she rolls her eyes. “Like an idiot.”
LOL oh sis.
