When my gaze lifts, I see a waving hand across the room. It’s Brett, from earlier, waving me over. No, no no no. “Go on. Why don’t you go flirt with that guy across the bar again? I want to watch you talk to him while my cum leaks down your leg.” “I’m absolutely not doing that,” I say through gritted teeth. “Yes you are.” His voice raises so the rest of the table hears. “Don’t you know that guy, why don’t you go say hi?” “I don’t know him.” “Yes you do.” He looks at his teammates. “You guys mind sliding out so she can go say hi?”
