I pointed to my name on the list, which he kept carefully hidden under the Church List. Damn. Sixty people were in attendance in the Special Sex Session Area. I should know.
He checked me off, and the number 60 was next to my name.
“Freaky Bitch is the name you chose?”
I eyed him, licking my sexy lips. “Yes, Mr. Facilitator. That would be me. And I guess you’re Mister King Kong Dick of the South. You better be packing the beef with the name you gave
yourself.”
“I am. Trust me. You’ll see soon. Go ahead. Proceed. Remember, follow the rules. And once the party gets started, I’ll give you what you need.”
He picked up the lists. He put the Main Assembly list in the drop box. And stuffed the sex list under his arm. Turning off his lap top, he locked it under the podium, stuffing the key in his suit jacket.
I walked past him, twisting my romp. My hand in mid air, my floral hat was angled on my head, my sexy dress classy and black.
“And I’m sure you will.”
My heels clickety-clacked down the hallway with sounding echoes.
Towards the double doors.
To do what I need to do then take my
sleepy ass home to my own bed.
I smiled when I heard all types of moaning float into my ears.
I smelled sex in the air.
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ARE YOU FREAKY DEAKY Book 1 (Erotica)
ЧиклитI was 5 feet 4 inches with a Lil' Kim-type body without the plastic surgery. Men always said that I looked like Toni Braxton but sexier. I knew that already. Duh! I was too pretty for my own good. Melissa Jackson never live by the rules. She breaks...
