I step up beside her and start to slide hangers across a wooden bar, tiny scraps of bikini hanging from metal teeth and swaying with the motion. My tattooed arm, the one covered in bats, presses up tight against the bare empty canvas of her white flesh. The feel of her soft skin brushing against me ignites the slow burning ember in my belly. Then the rest of last night comes rushing to the surface, the good parts of it anyway. Fuck. I've never had a sixsome before. It was definitely a unique experience. I certainly know my friends better than I ever really expected to.
