“When did you get red sole Louboutin’s?” Trey arches an eyebrow. I roll my eyes and huff, knowing he’s caught me. “Hey Charlie. Nice shoes. Next time, you might want to make sure they’re not sticking out the bottom of the desk.” “Hi Trey.” Charlie’s muffled voice comes from under the desk. “So, what are you doing down there, Charlie?” Trey muses. “I… I dropped something.” “Like a contact?” A wide grin covers his face. I roll my eyes. “Yeah. That’s it,” Charlie says at the same time Trey glances at me, making a blow job gesture with this hand and mouth.
