The conversation continues around me but now I’m completely focused on the cell in my hand. I swear these things are mankind’s greatest invention. After about thirty seconds a video loads, opens, and starts to play. Loudly. As he strokes himself, Marcus’s deep baritone blares from the phone. “You want my hard cock, baby, you got it—” I yelp and try to get the video to stop. In my fumbling rush I hit the lock button instead. The screen goes dark, but Marcus’s voice plays on. “—right fucking here for you any time you want it—” Kenji, whose timing is always impeccable, returns with his drink in
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