Izzy and Ward, Mina and Paul

Izzy knew right away how she wanted this to work out. Paul's smile was as bright and flashy as a car salesman's, and it was hiding the same malice. She didn't want to be alone with him. Mina, naturally, seemed to feel the opposite way. That meant that if Izzy needed to stake her claim. "I'll take Ward," she said, sounding more upbeat than she felt. And the words came back to her, sounding thirstier than she'd meant them to, too. 'Take.' She ran her tongue over her lips. All this because she'd said she wanted another line. Her head thudded. There was still a little worm of a high working away in there, but it was fading fast. Maybe if she did this, the night could be over quickly too.

"Works for me," said Mina, gluing herself to Paul's side. She threw her arms over his shoulders, linking her fingers together. It made them look like a married couple having their first dance. Izzy's stomach twisted up in a knot. Paul was supposed to be her dad's business partner, right? At least in some sense? But he was fine with Trivett's daughter looking up at him like that?

Izzy was pulled away from the thought by a strong hand on her hip. Ward pulled her close to himself, but just as Mina and Paul locked lips, he was pushing her down onto her knees. "Oh," she said, almost tipping over. Her hands came together like she was about to pray. So that was how it was going to be.

"You taste like cotton candy, girl," Paul grunted.

Mina giggled. "If you think that's nice, you should try my ass."

Izzy's head spun. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Ward wasn't half as bothered. His blank stare persisted as he dropped his trousers, revealing a tented pair of black underwear. Izzy tried to grasp the size and shape of the thing, but... no, that couldn't be possible. She met his eyes for a second. Blank stare again. Which one of them was high here?

"Hey! Impatient!" Mina laughed again. Izzy's eyes drifted away from the shadow of Ward's overlarge thing. Paul had Mina's dress up around her hips, and Izzy saw him lift his hand to slap her on her pale, bare cheek. Now Mina wobbled. She fell down onto her butt and crossed her legs, grinning at her man for the evening. Izzy felt like she was going to be sick.

Only one way to distract herself. She lifted her hands to the waistband of Ward's underwear and found the will to pull it down. Yes, there it was. She didn't know how she was going to get it in her mouth, much less how any woman could get it inside her. Fat was the word she thought of.

"Oh my God," said Mina. She'd beaten Izzy to the punch, was gently stroking Paul's cock in one hand.

"You didn't believe me," Paul laughed.

"I mean, would you have?" said Mina. Her eyes gleamed. "I want to see her take it." 'Her.' She talked like Izzy wasn't even in the room, but she was, and she'd asked, almost begged, for things to go this way.