"what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" You reply, trying to sound confused.

"Mikey told me all about your little... performance." She says, putting a hand on her hip.

Shit. He wasn't bluffing.

Your cheeks flush red as you realize she knows.

"Looks, it's a long story. Please don't tell anyone."

"Relax, babe." She coos.

"You saw a big cock and couldn't control yourself. Trust me

I get it."

"So you're not... disgusted?"

"I'm intrigued, to be honest. I always knew you were a bottom."

"A bottom?"

"Yeah, a bitch, a fag, a pillow biter. A sissy."

"What, no I'm not!"

"Ahuh. Sure."