Jokers WAGs Club

Kopi Luwak Promblems

Katies POV –

Finishing up with Quinn I was a ball of trembling sweat. Knees shaking, body aching time alone was all I needed to reset my state of mind. With a proposal and Q telling me he'd set the date and destination I had a million thought circling through my head but now they had all disappeared.

Quinn got up from the bed and strolled towards the bathroom as I ate him up with lustful eyes. Turning quickly he shot me a smirk. I threw him back a wink and lick of my lips, making sure to twirl my tongue.

"Cheeky." He laughed stopping outside the bathroom door shooting my a saucy little smirk.

"So about that thing you did with your tongue...." I began. Q ducked into the bathroom and started the shower, peeking back out with one eyebrow raised.

"What about it?" He snickered.

"You added in a new technique, a mind blowing new technique." I breathed out slowly the reminiscence of his new move tingling throughout my body.

"That wasn't new... I just pulled it from my bag of tricks." Q hollered from the shower.

"Bag of tricks aye?" I answered lifting myself from the bed and wrapping a sheet around my body incase Sal or Franki came rushing in.

"Yeah and there's plenty more where that came from." Q added trailing off.

Glancing into the bathroom I saw Q in the shower soaking wet and lathered up... the question of the moment was join him or not and I chose to join him with some chuckles he accepted the suprprise ambush and just went with anything I did next. In a place where we were supposed to be getting clean I couldn't resist making it dirty.

After about half an hour we had exited the shower and dressed. Quinn couldn't wipe the grin off his face.

"You're not the only one with a bag of tricks." I lovingly teased.

Grabbing me from behind Q trailed kisses down my neck.

"Well you caught me off guard Katie... you never expect your wife to pounce on you like one of your cats." He cooed.

The word 'wife' made me shudder, until hearing it in that moment I hadn't been fully comfortable with the idea.

"Say it again." I whispered.

Q laughed. "wife." He purred.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I sensed we were about to enter into romp session round three. Looking around the room I noticed the clock.

"Fuck." I murmured.

"Do you want to again?" Q teased.

Sighing I shook my head. "I'd love to but I gotta meet Sal for dance lesson in an hour." I reminded.

Q paused and let out a roar of a laugh. "Sal won't be in the mood we fucking tortured him today."

"What did you do?" I questioned.

Quickly Quinn went over the events in full detail causing me to not only enter a state of shock but also howl with laughter.

"That would traumatize anyone you cruel assholes." I giggled picking up a pillow and bashing Q with it. "What the fuck is wrong with you guys.

Q shrugged and the room feel silent until we heard a depressing screech from outside the window of the room.

Rushing out we saw Franki crouched over a spilled bottle of whiskey crying. Her makeup ruined and face red she began to lick the spilled booze up from the ground. Q rushed over and grabbed her arm practically lifting her up to standing.