Like a party favor

"Eat it from behind," with the same voice as Patrick Bateman. All men are the same, but all prophets are more so. I'm not deluded. He doesn't want me to grow too big an ego. He sees the way the others look at me. So tonight, for variety, he's chosen a girl I haven't seen here before. Maybe he has a second pack of insane devotees hidden away in another borough. I only saw her half in darkness, but I know she's beautiful from the way she moves. Her hair is silver white. Tumblr gray, it was called in another time. Long. I stare at it as I hover, watching her fuck herself on all fours in front of him. Oh, but SHE can wear silver, obviously.

I'm a good girl. I push my pelvis against her ass like I have anything to fuck her with, and slip a finger between her lips. She makes an obscene sound. So do I. Fuck, I really do want her. I think she has freckles. Someone else that I wanted once had freckles. Because I'm a good girl, who does what she's supposed to, I bend over on my knees until I can lift my mouth to her

❤

She's delicious. The taste of her drives me even crazier than I already am, and I have lost my fucking mind.

Aside from the sounds she can't help but make, she acts like I'm not there. It's her first time (with him), I bet, and she's afraid of making him think she's distracted.