That was satisfying.

"I'm surprised you let me take that photo," you admit, sitting back down in the booth. "Given your history with Kevin."

"I don't care, we're not friends anymore," she shrugs, with a nonplussed look on her face. "I don't want to be friends with a guy who thinks he has some claim over me, and then slut-shames me for something that's none of his goddamn business. "

Ouch. Every time someone tells you off for bullying Kevin Reed, you're reminded how much he almost deserves it.

"Uhh... thanks by the way," you say, picking at the last of your now cold fries.

"Don't mention it, you pervert," she laughs. "Besides, there are already hundreds of my nudes out in the wild. One more isn't going to hurt."

"Still," you say, appreciative of not just the photo but the mind-blowing head. "You didn't have to do it."

"Well if you want to show your gratitude, go get me a large Diet Coke," she says, slurping the last of her shake. "With extra ice!"

You get up and head back to the counter, your balls still aching from the explosive orgasm you had just a few minutes ago. If a burger, sides and a couple of drinks are all it costs to get your cock sucked like that, you'd buy her lunch every single day. As you're waiting in line, you feel a buzz in your pocket, and take out your phone. It's a text from an unfamiliar number, but instantly you know exactly who it is.

> Please don't tell me you told Kevin about us?!! I thought you promised me that you'd stop bullying him?!! Call me, please?