At which point, Vic came to his senses. “C'mon! Let's get outta here!” he told them, and a few minutes later, Eddie was on his way home and Irene... was looking at Vic like she was the one who'd done something wrong. “What's the matter? Didn't you like kissing me?”Yeah! Vic liked kissing her. He liked it too much. But, he couldn't stop wondering what would have happened if Eddie wasn't around. Irene and Vic were making out hot and heavy out in the garage with her hand rubbing his dick. . I notice it now. The place is surprisingly not busy for a Saturday. An employee with gray dreadlocks and sunglasses strolls past us, wearing a store shirt of Charlie Parker that says Rasputin’s Jazz & Soul. He gives me a nod and smirks at Amelia.“So...is that your choice for tonight?” she asks. Her finger rests on the plastic while I hold it. “I’ll probably get this,” I tell her. “But I dunno, I’m looking for something old. Like, a movie with a classic Hollywood actress, maybe.”Amelia invites. "Of course you can! Tomorrow when he sobers up, then you can talk with him. If he's drunk, there will be no reasoning with him. Things will be fine. You'll see!" I said reassuring her. "Now, it looks like you need a drink to calm your nerves!" I said as I got up. I made Amber a drink, and sat back down beside her. "Stacy, did you spill something on the coffee table? I'll clean it up for you if you want me to." I had forgotten about squirting on my mirrored glass. She then had me lick all of the cum I could find on her belly, then go into the shower with her and help clean her off.And fifteen minutes later she told me to give her my number as she was putting on her earrings, then kissed me and left. It was only as I was getting dressed I realized she did not give me her number, nor did she return the favor.Well, three months later I moved out of my apartment, and in with Bobby. And her and I are still hard to talk about. I was pretty much her slave. She.