Distracting Myself

Honestly happy for Casandra, but very nervous and a bit jealous of her new occupation, I decide to keep distracting myself with games. I do a decent job focusing on what I'm playing, but I still think about my girlfriend at the club. A lot of scenarios run through my mind; her finding a man more attractive than me who has all the right things to say, someone offering her money for illicit acts, or her being hurt by some drunk asshole, or worse.

I find it hard to focus on anything other than my girlfriend in that slutty dress at the strip club. An image pops into my mind of her kneeling in front of three wealthy, older men, giving them blowjobs for money in the VIP room. She's sucking a huge cock while jacking off two others while they openly play with her big, perky tits. She smiles as they cum on her face, breasts, and hair.

I'm brought back to reality when my phone goes off with another notification from my girlfriend. Reaching for my device, I notice I'm sporting a hardon under my pants.