They Have Company

"What are you standing around for, Sean?" A slick voice called out. A man in a white suit with bleached hair walked up behind them and put an arm around Sean. Sean reciprocated, but the smile he gave back was ****. His eyes didn't leave the display in front of him. In back, a petite black woman ducked under a table.

"I'm glad you could make it. There was a minute where I thought you were going to leave me alone with Mr. Salvador."

"Honey, this is John Waysmith." Sean explained. "He goes by Aces. He's a common sight at the tables. He was one of the guys who sold off my debt to Mr. Salvador." He was trying to keep his voice level, but Emma heard the venom in his breath. Aces didn't lose his greasy smile or even seem to register the disdain in Sean's voice.

"And you must be the lovely misses Sean." He extended a hand to Emma. She gave it a dainty shake. His eyes were trained on her face. they were inscrutable."It's a wonder an ugly son of a bitch like him landed an angel like you in the first place."

"He tells me that every day." She **** a smile.

At the nearby table, #28 groaned out in such a loud and hoarse voice that even Aces turned towards her. She was on what only could have been her fifth or sixth orgasm. The man was still pumping his cock away in her, unconcerned with reactions or her dignity. Beneath her table, #17 the asian woman, slurped loudly. She was licking and sucking, bobbing and jerking. She was doing things Emma never could have imagined a woman doing to a man's cock. Things Emma could never imagine doing to a man's cock.

"I'd love to sit around and get a chance to meet you properly, but Mr. Salvador's table is in back." Aces gestured. "I don't think he'd mind you staring. He's proud of the place. Hell, I stare sometimes too. But, we ought to be getting back to say hello."

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