Tyler notices you

Tyler's eyes dart to you. His mouth stretches to a grin from ear to ear, ash falling free from his cigar.

"Faggot boy! Come over here, I want to talk to you!"

You obey nervously, walking over to him. You watch his hand lower, his index and middle finger now stroking Caoimhe's slit as his eyes meet yours.

"Hey," you say shyly, gaze dropping to avoid looking him in the eye.

"Hi, Jack," Caoimhe smiles. "I've missed you! I know you've had a shit day since the play got cancelled."

Tyler chuckles, ashing his cigar onto the floor.

"I'm glad you could make it here," Tyler smiles. "I thought it'd be nice to have our little cuck here to offer us some amusement. How about you go get me another beer?"

Tyler grabs Caoimhe's nipple, tugging on it sharply, almost in a threatening manner. Caoimhe winces in response, letting out a slow whimper. Obediently, you head over to one of the unused kegs, noticing the laughs and jeers directed at you, but unable to even look. You fill a red plastic cup with the cheap beer, returning to Tyler and offering it to him. He laughs, taking it in his hands.

"How about you go see if you can be of any service to the other girls, OK, cocksucker? Then get back to me," Tyler says.

Tyler plunges his fingers into her as he commands you around, with Caoimhe moaning softly in response, cuddling in closer to Tyler.

"Talk soon, baby," she moans, as Tyler begins to gently finger her tight little pussy.