The boys. XNXX Sex King.”
“Please what?”
I slowed down. But we wore these old school flight uniforms. Greta tried to stay professional, but they just ignored her. Devonte was still sitting in his chair, at my waist with that cocked smile and gray tshirt and a hand around my thigh. The rest of the flight was a blur after that. “Damn she likes it.”
“She can suck a dick. What am I going to do with you?”
“I think you got an idea.”
But I didn’t move. “She ready for it. You could have stopped it. I need a closer look.”
I was paralyzed, frozen in anxiety and fear and an impulse to maintain whatever ounce of professionalism I had left. And I faded away. Bigger this time. “That was a flight to remember. King.”
“Please what?”
I slowed down. So did he. I got wet just looking at them. My tiny, pasty ivory body. “Olivia, NOW!”
“That’s alright, go handle it,” said Devonte, more
