Treinta y Tres ⚬

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15 Mar. 2017
1472 N Las Palmas Ave
Los Angeles, CA

I slanted back against my seat, laughing at James sad jokes. It was almost close to five and game was coming on.

Albee and James dragged me down to a local bar near the company, to catch up and grab a drink or two.

"So you left her there?"  Albee said in disbelief.
"I mean you atleast could've let her got her clothes."

"Man fuck that bitch." James shrugged. "I was satisfied. She could suck some mean dick for her to be that old."

"Tell me about it!" Albee laughed. "The older they get, the more freakish they become."

I shook my head, sipping on a Manhattan. A local tender walked by and stopped once she got in front of us, me preferably.

"Care to d-dance?" She stumbled over her words. She wasn't fully drunk but she wasn't sober either.

"Nah, I'll pass." I smiled.

She frowned and began to turn her heels. Al waved at her, trying to grab her attention. He always had bad taste in women.

He'll fuck anything with a big ass and cute smile. Men included.

"Honey, how about you put your moves on me and I can teach y-"

-ew. go away!" She scrunched her face up and stormed off. Me and James snickered, while Al sat there in shock.

"Did she just?"

"Yeah." We said in unison, laughing loudly.

"Man, Fuck her!" He gulped down his drink and took another shot afterwards.

"Yo ass got shut do .."

Mi Babygurl 👅💦: Babeeee ..
Mi Babygurl 👅💦: I'm horny!
Mi Babygurl 👅💦: where you at!?

>voice messgae sent<
>multimedia video attachment<

:Yo! 😂😂 chill! I'm out with the guys, be home in a hours or so

Mi Babygurl 👅💦: Hurry! I wanna suck your d*ck! 🍆👅🤷‍♀️and make you nut

I almost choked on my drink, patting my chest. Albee and James turned to me, beyond  bewildered.

"you okay?" Albee asked.

James took a quick peep at messages and smirked. "Not now but she will be."

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes.

"Anyway can-

My phone vibrated, indicating an incoming call.
I started not to answer but figured it had to be something important.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Mena?"

"Who this?" I put my finger up for Albee can stop running his mouth.

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